Best Wicca Poems


Premium Member Welcome Garden Witches

Witches in my gardens, blessing them.  
Using their notoriously generous green thumbs to help repot the plants snatched out by gray wind yesterday.
Witches, welcome!  So grateful you have arrived!
            Thank you for showing me the old one’s ways to grow the best thyme and basil possible.

The magic you bestow upon my garden, humbles me, and my daughters, and my daughters’ daughters.

To no one do harm, your motto, your creed.  I know you in no way resemble the tales of
Witches in faerie tales, rather, mother earth faeries who got a bad rap because you followed
Your dreams and went your own ways in a patriarchal society.   Scaring women who were afraid of your
Unseemly ways.

I am honored you chose my garden, bestowing your experience and your wizen ways
Upon my plants.  Thank you, Witch sisters! Welcome!

Yule

Shortest day, longest night 
Celebration of light
Glistening ice and snow
Temperatures low
Bare trees
Ponds freeze

Dress warm
Long sleeve uniform 
Cardigans and sweatshirts 
Goodbye mini skirts
Silk and wool 
Indoor pool

Soup and stew
Don’t misconstrue 
Wish Bread
Glaze spread
Cinnamon and cloves 
On stoves

Ice skating 
Snow tube inflating 
Snow skiing 
Snowboard leaping 
Snowshoe wearing 
Spectators staring

Hope, intentions, and new year 
Celebrate and cheer 
Yule brings hope of life
Robins and wrens in strife
Red, white, green, and gold
My, it’s cold!
© Ja Angelo  Create an image from this poem.

Ode To The Crow

Steeped in mysterious magic
fearlessly they go
an eerily mischievous bird
you’re never far from a crow

Mystical messenger of the occult
blackest black obsidian plume
baneful omen of death they fly
loudest squawking cawing loom

Many become a murder and
Dickens’ “clerical bird” alas
abounds in much of folklore plus
an omen of change to come and pass

Ominous with foreboding presence
intelligent with cunning scheme
dominant from high in branch
the Shaman’s totem in a dream

A harbinger guiding souls thereafter
a bird of Morrigan’s war and strife
death it seems surrounds although
Bran The Blessed’s giant life

Scruffily nesting high above
bold and swooping on the moor
familiar sight to all who sees
while Keepers of the Sacred Law

Impressive and powerful of un-phased force
tearing without a fuss they eat
opportunists lurking, stalking by
scavenging decay and roadkill meat

A witch’s familiar and wizard’s friend
the alchemist’s first stage
shapeshifting through mysticism
the all knowing, all seeing sage

Of superstition singularly unlucky
but luck would then mean two
three and four in health and wealth
no good, five and six for you

Smartly attired this bird of lore
with fear and with respect
living around and closely within us
an unfathomable intellect

Nature and supernatural alike
realms with ease they merge
from Wicca to mythology
a real otherworldly surge

A four by four of all terrain
from all around they gloat
thankfully an abundant friend
thus ends this Corvid’s note


Premium Member From Darkness To Wicca


From Darkness to Wicca

In shadows' embrace, we once did dwell,
A journey through night, with tales to tell.
But guided by stars, we found our way,
To the realm of Wicca, where light holds sway.

Obey the laws of karma, sacred and just,
In this dance of life, we place our trust.
With hearts of gold, we banish the dark,
In a world of love, we leave our mark.

No evil we know, for love is our creed,
In every thought and every deed.
"Do not harm none," our guiding phrase,
In a circle of love, we spend our days.

From darkness to light, our spirits soar,
In the arms of Wicca, we are evermore.
With open hearts, we show our love,
Blessed by the moon and stars above.

A Story of Wicca

Twas winter when I fell alone,
one drop from hurting skies;
That showed all the hurt and pain,
deep within the core of eyes.

The Raven flew and let a call,
the trees knarled and scard;
A sad and mourning cry of pain and love,
the night before she died.

And such a morning that it was,
the Raven's soul gone 'way; 
A new beginning in the death,
and knowledge she left along the way.

The Stag awoke with such a start;
Golden light peeking through the fog,
his Doe bringing kin to his life at last;
a sence of joy and pride in his heart to hold.

Within the den; gray as the skies,
she slept with flicking ears,
a yaun and stretch of wolfly guile,
and golden eyes appeared.

The snow it littered on the ground,
left melted tracks of feet;
And eyes they searched through dence brush and rain,
for something of a morning treat.

The wind it blew; and brought to her ears,
the beat of new blood;
Twas the wind that pushed her on;
and thus she found their little cove, and with the scent she fell in love.

For love to get away, the Stag he stayed. 
a mission of suicide at least;
As the Wolf pounced upon his throat,
and began her bloody feast.

The ground, it stained,
with the color of a surviving rose;
The Faun, it cried at Fathers death,
but ran when pushed by Mothers nose.

Beneath the moon, there I stood,
and fell on wobbely knees;
My namesake falling from the broken sky,
the crule and beautiful cycle I have seen. 

And in the night I heard a call,
from Raven big and pure;
That told of life and death and birth,
of pain and love; and all thats great and unsure. 

And suddenly in Raven's eyes,
I saw a single rose;
The crimpson of my beating heart,
the blood of the world, I know. 

The Stag he dies to be reborn,
for his love he gives to all;
The Wolf, a gaurdian of all things,
watches to be sure the cycle doesnt fall.

And in the night, listen close,
and hear the Raven's song;
A keeper of the knowledge,
perhaps one day you'll sing along.

Premium Member Warlocks, Witches, Wonderful Woo

Warlocks, witches, wonderful woo, mysterious superior open voo doo
Misunderstood, persecuted, notorious view, garden lovers, children advocates too
Faerie tale nonsense gave them the screw; 
they are often more kind than me, thee and you.
Controllers could not get them to do what they wanted them to do,
They stood up and were counted, and lead a group to
Listen to their hearts, which is always the right thing to do.
Drowning proved they were innocent, and to that I say "boo!"
Warlocks, witches, wonderful woo

Written 9-18-2018                         Rhyme Battle Xi Contest
Edited for contest 10-6-2018          Sponsor: Juli- Michelle


My Wicca Group

Place the candles in a circle
There isn't a spell that I can't handle
Be calm with your breath and be bliss
Saying spells that go like this

The elements of the earth
From birth to death and death to birth
keep all evil away 
Day to night and night to day

Spread these red leaves one by one
From the beggining till we are done
In this circle I have casted
Forgiven for what I have done in the past

My my soul be blessed
With love from the best
You and me are no dupes
This is my Wicca Group

Ostara

A colorful time of year 
The skies are oh so clear
The sun shines bright 
For our delight 
Longer and warmer days
Welcoming the sun’s blaze

Trees and flowers blooming 
Grilled foods we are consuming 
Pools opening
Divers motioning 
Windows down
Cruising ‘round town 

Bicycle riding
Hang gliding
Cliff diving
Race car driving 
Trail hiking 
Beach volleyball spiking 

Early sunrises, late sunsets
Picnics packed with baguettes 
Romance in the air 
It only takes a pair
First kiss 
True love is bliss

Twelve hours of sunlight 
Not quite 
Some more, some less 
Ostara has finesse 
Rebirth, balance, and renewal
Spring looks like a jewel
© Ja Angelo  Create an image from this poem.

Wicca

Among the most natural of things you could see
The Practice of Wicca is something magickal to behold
Something far greater in wonder than you or me
Its a sight to see, or so I've been told

This ancient craft is as old as our kind
Yet the New Ones Sought to Kill the ones they said would sin
They bear no grudge, they heed you no mind
Forgiveness is the way of the Pagan, 

The world is to be worshiped
But not admired from afar
Unlike the bud of a rose a gardener has nipped
The Beauty of the world, they seek to not mar
© Jane Smith  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member I Accuse You She Yelled

I accuse you, she yelled, pointing to those who thought her dead.
Cowards, they had sailed away after proving her innocence.
Her family was horrified, because now it meant she was a witch.
They screamed and ran away, leaving her behind. She cared not.

I ACCUSE YOU! She screamed at the men on board the ship 
Her anger was a bellow across the water. A wise woman came to her.
She put her arm around her and led her to her haven in the forest.
"What is wrong with my people?" the girl asked.

"They know not, what they do," the crone said, her face was harsh
But her soul was kind. The girl sobbed herself to sleep that night.
Left in the forest with a stranger, for her family was too afraid to 
Allow here back into the family. Afraid of her witchcraft.

The crone taught her how to garden, gather seeds, fix poultices.
She learned to love the forest animals, the fox, and the squirrel.
She learned what she needed to survive, which was much 
As she was alone now, shunned by her family's terror of witches.

May the Circle Be Open Wicca and Pagan Poem

May the circle be open 
yet unbroken may the
love of the goddess be ever
in your heart, merry meet
and merry part and merry 
meet again.

sign jona love

Jack In the Green

sowing a melange 
of veined wafers 
viridescent shavings
leaves upon leaves
chaotically neat
layered in tranquillity
for the theatrical show
of first feet
premiere wellies
curtain up at dawn
cue the early walkers
after a night’s forlorn

which unseen hand
spritely close
knitted the forest
cross-stitched floor
taking their time
perfectionist
preparing fallen 
Jenga sticks 
behind the scenes
but never seen
Jack in the Green

Premium Member Wicca, Candy and Candles

Witches known as Wicca, nature’s  spell makers
Good spells health spells saving lotions
Moonlight and whispers, singing and potions
Harm none balance humanity
Stay away from Salem all women
They were angry men who wanted your lands
Ancient innocent healers
Divinity focuses on mankind and all creatures
Cycles of life and living nature
Earth, Wind, Water and Fire
I have had Wiccan friends
And people still think of them as dangerous
Creatures — its the makers of meth that
Are the worse of man in the lands
Stare at the stars and join with the
Spiritual lands and people of all humankind
We have evolved I pray 
And Halloween is for candy and candles

The Green Man

acorns and leaves
make up his mind too
as foliage entwines ours
like bridges, 
like walkways, 
camouflaged in an
every-day of solitude; 
these berries may not last; 
his thought runs deeper
- deities of the core, 
the spirits would say -
to old log fires 
by weathered stone, 
you, his old flame, share
but only when you think 
we're thirsty, that is

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