Best Witchcraft Poems

Now here’s a tale spun with rattlesnakes
Stung into the eyes of motherless guilt
Now turn the head! Open the mouth!
For all to see, and so, too, that more shall fit!
The tainted vapors from our brew!
Breathe them, breathe them in!
And live like the hellhounds in our minds!

And...

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Black –

darkness pitches, naked witches, almond moon of hallowed season
crossing stitches, dogs and bitches dance entranced for wicked reason
powdered sulphur matting hair, licking dirt and twitching praises
sanctify the night in pain, evil stirs and sickness raises

magic black and legion spawned, circling stars of salt and...

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Witchcraft....
Some champion this idea
As they sell this notion....Sold!
Novel though, it is definately not
A twist of lime perhaps
To contemporize its design
Unto the times....
Always, evolving and adapting
This ancient one!
Although his days as of late
Have been somewhat frantic
Chaotic, to say the very least 
Desperation....
As the sands of his...

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She'll use their hunger, innocence performed
And pour hemlock in heart's chalice, who care
Kiss with poisoned lips from a witch transformed
Weaving honeyed gifts freely used, she'll snare

With scents and silks, hiding her hate's desire
Revenge for pain, by words sweetly spoken
Sinister plot spun, for men who aspire
Vessels...

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Witchcraft

In wicked league with the devil,
An occultist or an enchantress,
As an old ugly woman works on evil,
Powers of divination in pythoness,

Just an imagination,
Or a harsh reality ?
A myth or a fiction,
Black magic vitality ?

Dark as inside coffin stays the troll,
Candles lit around one browser,
Crystal ball...

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Sometime in October, I walked into Emmanuel 
   feeling 
perhaps a little bolder in judgement, but led on
by melancholy, bad idea, some sort of sober trip 
  had me
like an echo returning back to absorb
overly exaggerated visions of love 
and poor choices,...

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[on pollution]

I breathe smoke,
sleep in slum
hunt flesh;
over my hideous ribs
play glossy  blossoms 
sprinkling perfume of sweat.

Hey! Handsome!!
I greet you;
Sweat’s sweeter than wine,
Skin thirstier than spine,
Smoke thicker than blood,
Hunting ’s life.

Drive fast swirling smoke;
Come, cuddle and kiss ,
my silky bob!
Who says I’m ugly witch?
Under your...

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I beat witchcraft once again 
Jesus said,"The migraine won't hurt 
I won't keep throwing up!"
Once again 
Hahaha dats my victory laugh
Because of my Faith
I stood hell's test
I've gotten another chance 
To see Jesus' best
Of His Holy Word come true
In my life yet
Man I've gotten headaches...

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Love Spell.        

By Pippa Gray 

He's the soul for which I wait.
I'll feed him darkest sabre grapes
and lead him to a bed of moss,
with velvet spread and moonstained cloths.
His sweet and salty skin I'll bathe
in goats milk and...

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Mojito Conjuring 

When the bruja in the red dress
sends me out this time,
it is for the taste of
sour oranges and garlic.
Once, when I plied her 
with a cigar called Hoyo de Montyerrey,
she coiled the smoke, 
said that I was still feral and untamed,
sent me out...

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Hairy Mary, really scary
Hairs grow from her nose
Some sprout from her pointy ears
And in between her toes

She's got hair on her fingers
and her one remaining thumb
I can't confirm the rumour
That she's got a hairy bum

A hair grows from the mole
That is sprouting from her chin
Her...

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If milk could kill 
We would all be dead
But Luis Pasteur
Hit the nail on the head:

"Witchcraft may kill
By subtle disguise
But I have the cure:
Its just passed your eyes!"...

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A cabin sees a creature cool from night of crawl and hunt in all
of gravely stone and street in tone of light diffused by wane of moon 
a toothless gum with tutting tongue clicks her way like bats among
the trees with hair of oaken leaves...

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When she was twelve, 
she discovered a spell 
to keep her christian mother 
from walking in her room, 
catching her reciting a spell, 
and beating the crap out of her....

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The bullying and bruising
Went on and on for years,
'Til the time had come 
They'd atone for her tears

Aimed at those people
The cruel and the two-faced,
For revenge is sweet ...
And she wanted a taste

If only they'd befriended her
And if only they knew,
The humble, homely girl
Practiced a...

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