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...

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To my life that betrayed the butterflies~
          within my chrysalis mind, 
forgive my flawed dialect, 
I...

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It has been ages since the laughter died, which was many suns ago,
Soon swept away by fleeting time, like the brief giggle of a rainbow.

My...

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Witching hour is upon us 
Dusky clouds, falling, swirling
Obscuring the crescent moon
Skeleton fingered branches
Beckoning me in the wind 
As I creep past the grave stones
To...

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I was cursed with 
ink intoxicating 
blank canvases 
with toxic scribbles,
releasing twisted tales 
of suppressed troubles.
I was a forsaken 
     ...

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I hear the October winds whispering and I think it knows,
as the witching hour arrives and a harvest moon glows,
only once a year, do we...

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*****Anyone who knows my poetry knows how I often use Greek mythology in my works. This poem revolves around the idea of the moon longing...

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And Then…

My work finished
     I glanced back at the clock
Ah… The Witching Hour
     Hung heavy on the...

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Originally for Andrea’s One in Three contest but checked the rules before posting and found I’d written over 16 lines DOH!!! I’ll keep the title...

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Faint barks, evening, wind, and rain
I'm standing outside these gates again
staring at her long twisted cobbled grey 
She'll be pleading and crying for me to...

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While claws of full moon pierce the lanes, beware

For Hallow slakes on a witching twilight,

Ghoulish tricks from dark shadows choke the air

Engraving beams with ripped...

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Proudly she stands on slopes covered in snow
One graceful woodland deer her eyes aglow
She strikes a pose unmoving, head held high
Twitching her ears as flapping...

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Well you’ve gone where the cold wind blows, and the soil is plagued with fear.  Treat your wounds. Rest awhile, 
the DEVIL can’t find...

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It's 3 a.m.  The universal witching hour, so of course, I'm wide awake.
The snarly opossums are on the porch, fighting over a delicious corn-fed...

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Paradise In A Dream

There is so much weighing me down
The daily toils of doing what others want
Screaming kids fighting all day long
Another four hours of...

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