Best Witchy Poems
I'm Witchy Poo from Dunedoo,
I'm a flaming outback witch,
You won't see me rounding cattle up
Or digging in a ditch.
I like to cast spells,
Just like those city witches do,
I've cast so many spells outback,
Successful ones too.
Did you know that emus
Always used to fly,
That is until that nasty bird,
Well....dropped one in my eye.
So I cast a spell
So he could only move along the ground,
No more zooming through the sky for him,
He's terra firma bound.
And as for those walking kangaroos,
Too many gathered near my shack,
So I cast a spell of hiccups,
Just to get them back.
But my most successful spell of all,
And there certainly is no doubt,
Was when I took the rain away
And created all this drought.
There's only one more thing to tell you,
And that's how I got my name,
The locals gave it to me,
Just after the emu took its aim.
authors note: Dundedoo is a real country town some 400 km north west of Sydney{ NSW Australia} in the outback
Yes, you're one sexy witch, dear love, but now it's Halloween,
And I've a witchy tale to share, so keep your broom between ...
Five decades hence I knew the thrills of flesh, and did imbibe,
Yet there's but one that's apt to still pop up, let me describe:
It starts with just a tickled tip that twitches toward my toes,
As oft' can be a grandeur glitch, until what's grander, grows.
In dermal terms, my skin can squirm to feel infirmed and wet,
What fairer sexes call 'the glow', (we lesser-fair's call 'sweat').
Now when that glow has burst, I'm first immersed in finding you,
For you've the spunky junk to free the monkey from his zoo.
I'm damned if I can speak, my cheeks just bubble up with suds,
The things that hang or dangle, cursed to tangle with my duds.
I'm apt to find my fingers filled with zippers, buttons, snaps ...
And spouting things like "I love you", to fill the awkward gaps.
Those tickles turn to tingles and they mingle through an urge,
That brings our things together 'midst a single clinging merge.
Its fever gives new meaning to the old phrase come-and-gone,
And your sexy pose, (and fewer clothes), will always bring it on.
Now please don't fear, my vixen dear, when tickling has begun,
No stopping what is popping up, there's lots of hopping fun ...
The barrel of my kitschy gun has schemes it needs to hatch,
And when my love-lust itches, hon, it's you I aim to scratch!
Written and submitted on October 21, 2019
For the "Itch, Witch, Glitch, Or Twitch" Poetry Contest
Nina Parmenter, Sponsor.
~Mysterious Witchy Woman~
I reach to grab the clouds
casting my spells of seduction
see like me they were
never meant to be held,
but only for a short time
Im like a damp mist that kisses
the ground
How I love the mystery my
life holds
Not looking like what
you were taught
My curves were made for
your hands to caress
my lips were meant to meet
your warm lips
My looks and body more like
seductress, then a witch
I do have a black pointed hat
and a broom on which I ride
So high above through the
misty midnight heavens
You might see my silhouette
against the bright orange moon
Halloween is my favorite
time of year
And the only time I can be me
When I enter your dreams....
casting my spells
enchanting you in your sleep
knowing we will have
such sexy fun
come morning like the
damp mist
I'll be gone leaving
you craving next
Halloween and this mysterious
witchy woman
Eerie
Witches
Ugly
Creepy
Freaky
Sneaky
Floating
Chanting
Cackling
Laughing
Broom sticks
Flying
Moonlight
Passing
Shadows
Waving
Witchcraft
Praying
Evil
Lethal
Hexing
People
Wilful
Wanton
Values
Rotten
Cats and
Magic
Crazy
Manic
Fear and
Panic
Wicked
Antic
Spell cast
Spoken
Lotion
Potion
Hocus
Pocus
Witchy
Slogan
17.10.23
Written by Gail DeBole
on March 12, 2020
The witch loved to fly on her broom.
It fit like a cozy old shoe.
Magic led her the way
As she flew in the day
And zoomed on her broom to the moon.
No electric transport for her.
Her broom hid her in a blur.
So fast did she fly
In the blink of an eye
All you heard was a magical whrrrr.
Stinking, gassy
Lady of the night
Flinging your hate
Sharing your plight
Succubus of want
Soft and perfumed
Angel from the depths
How close you have loomed
Syrupy kiss
Dripping with pleasure
A pleasant subpoena
To a fertile treasure
Black double helix
Dressed for the ball
Come on, Witchy!
Give me a call!
Yoked and complete
Drowning in my shame
Dark and lonely son
He knows who to blame
Three rather out-of-date witches
Faced small unexpected glitches
Cursed the night they were burned
Eternally they yearned
For youthful beauty and riches
The bleak sky
begins its heavenly cry
as loose leaves burrow
in the marsh.
Pour another cup,
fill it with my lust for
choosing rain.
Sunken branches sway,
the wind breaks their trust.
The longing for despair,
the longing for disdain.
Promise me, a fool,
a tool in your game,
that your falling ivy
won’t bury me with dust.
Cradle me with fear,
cradle me with touch.
The chore of keeping
our core together through the pain
Witchy Witchy is so twitchy
Her colorful broom is also glitchy
They are a team
on Hallows mean
We see them flying high in the midnight sky
And the children scream “We are going to die!”
But wait, says the cat.
Who knows where it’s at.
She is not that bad, just married to a cad.
Hold up! Yells a small warlock. That is my dad!
So, the fight is on.
To the death, and the cat is gone.
The warlock yells, "Down here Mum!"
And witchy witchy heads south to get herself some
Delicious girls
With dark brown curls.
Ugh! They taste awful! She says to her son.
I know, he replies. But I thought it would be fun.
And the girls reattach the limbs she spit out.
They hurry home to tell everyone about…
Witchy witchy and her broom which was twitchy glitchy.
Are witches real, I mean those that cast spells
Only referring to those that in dark castles dwell
Not talking silly witchcraft
About those in movies cast
But real witchy-poos that remind us of hell
World wide wonder webs, watch thread
She spins in the dead of the night.
Fright in the bite of the witchy head
Woman black widow on the couch. Ouch!
Witchy Patty’s bulbous nose smelled smoked toad and horse livers.
Anticipating their sweet taste gave her the salivating quivers.
If they had bat’s tongue and owl’s beak she knew she’d get the shivers.
This insanely tasty fragrance was wafting up the entire length of Six Rivers.
As she flew her broom over the woods she got a quick peep
Of her craziest most unrelated cousins riding red and brown sheep.
She got so excited she gave a giant whoop and a giant airborne leap,
Falling off her broomstick, and landing next to them in a crumpled heap.
Her cousins raced toward her cackling; it was hilarious at first.
One of them honked her by her nose; another stole her pink clasped purse.
Little LuLu Witch was the first to finally begin hollering for an ER nurse.
They had actually filed Witchy Patty’s death. Frankly, there is nothing worse.
The frost on the pumpkin has yet to appear
In the forecast no 'partly witchy' tonight
Though goblins and ghosts decorate lawns
Thoughts of Halloween (still) seem to be yawns
Yet today a jet-black cat crossed my path
And a crack in the sidewalk caused me to stumble
But it's just too darn hot for this stuff... Do the math
At 85 degrees angry bees can still bumble
Smiling made her tired
I feared a frown was all
she could spare.
More than same than
different
what would
cause a person
to ask
Might she labor to
have discussion
one might think
she was making
him feel specials.
Yet to warn those
who didn't know her well
those who knew
her first would warn
When she makes you feel as if
you are number one
her first chose
or someone specail
she will crush your thoughts
she'll darken the brightest
day with her
meanest
and make the prettiest
flower coil.
her grin could turn milk into
clavor, curds and whey
she could sour a bag of
sugar
a glare turns to an
evil stear
you'll turn your head as a looker
when she grins run away
spare your feeling man
she is mean and uncaring
only a fool would like her kind
I know I am being witchy
My glare is strong angry even
But do I stop?
No.
I am not ready
To get over this bad mood
Holding on to it
For silly reasons
My husband asks if I want anything in the store
Just to be able to stay in the car I reply
The second he gets in I ask "Did you get any potatoes?"
He looks at me for about half a second
Before we both start laughing
End of bad mood