Best Witching Poems

smoke billowed from her boiling pot
a spell for ages she had sought
a special treat
for kids to eat
some pickled plums so teeth won't rot

but children laughed at what she made
to taste the swill they were afraid
the witch was sad
and got real mad
their taunts one day would...

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What is it that tears the mind 
In the witching hours of 4 ‘til Dawn;
Thoughts of horror darting and piercing with pain,
“Jesus help me, Help me through, make me strong”
Panic crackling in the air
“Get behind me, Satan, this is not fair!”

To fight the fight this...

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Heralding in the witching hour,
Halloween celebrates the dead.
And creatures of the night waken;
as zombies, vampires, and goblins.

The portals to hell opened up,
allowing spirits to roam free.
And on that night, they come to life,
gathering within the shadows.

Witches, werewolves, demons, and ghosts,
mingle amidst the unwary.
And before this...

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I heard her cackling, wicked with delight
Looked up to find her evil silhouette
Against the amber moon Halloween night
Seeing me below, she made a dire threat

“At midnight your teeth will fall from your head
Your thick, lustrous hair will drop to the floor
Your sight will be blocked...

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The Witching hour draws nigh, and I stay;
Here, compelled to write, to find words
To express undiscovered thoughts and emotions.
The gentle fingers of wine coax them forth;
That I may examine them at my leisure,
To discern reason and explanation for my 
Foolish desire, that we should be...

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It is the witching hour.
There are no breezes in a windowless house.
There are no shadows in a cave devoid of light.
There are no dreams in a sleepless night.

It is the witching hour.
When our endangered psyche roams.
When we are captured by pernicious spells.
When we are easy...

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Oh me oh my the clock strokes mid of night
Time for the sisters to have some wiccan delight.
It is known as the witching hour
Oh Blessed Be ...feel their powers!

They call upon the powers of earth
To show that they are of worth.
Air, Fire, Water, Earth and...

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WITCHING HOUR

As the witching hour approaches the witches gather in the ruined stone circle.
The moon is full, clouds scudding across her pale face. Candles are lit and placed in a circle and the wine is passed around.

Now the witches start their magic, the intensity of...

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Whatever happened to the twelve o ‘clock rambler,
nocturnal  venturesome brushstroke sort,
they paint sound and city pastel,
never at a loss for inspiration,
weather neither bar nor barrier,
in the face of whirlwind snowfall,
freezing ice, torrential downpour,
within themselves, he, she, they plod on,
hardship is adopted, never cast aside,
while...

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midnight came and went
witching hour cast no ripples~
slumber undisturbed 


Pixabay image by Orlandow...

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Awakened, in the dead of night
Seized by a feeling of fright
I struggle to catch my breath
My heart pounding in my chest

Surely my thoughts are disillusioned
Glimpsing a shadow translucent
I say to myself with nervous snicker
The drowsy mind is a trickster

Over my head, I pull the blanket
Suddenly...

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She comes to me
In the witching hour
Bruised n beaten
To feed on my power
To bring life in
A universe
Given to death
She takes my breath
To breathe life anew
Shes my soulmate
Of my breude...

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The witching hour,
The poet’s hour,
An hour that doesn’t exist.
At this hour you question everything,
And nothing.
The answers always the same,
The answer doesn’t exist....

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Shadow, shadow on the wall.
Merry monsters in the hall;
Ghostly goblins gently peek
At little children faking sleep.

The night is strange as low it roams
Around the snugly lighted homes.
The young ones feel its magic power;
The clock has struck the children’s hour!

Grabbing costumes from the pegs
Then down the...

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On the bank of the Mississippi River 
under a cottonwood tree, 
watching the river's water flow; 
a young man holds a thin hickory 
fishing pole in hand,
to be alone with his thoughts, 
seeping deep into the delicate, 
soothing, murmur of the river.

He came from a...

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