Black Magic Poems | Examples

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Premium Member Ritual of the Devoured Soul

The Small Print of the Black Mass

To steal the power from the newly dead,
Through blackened magic where the demons tread,
You beckon the spirit from the darkest plane,
And feast on the flesh to assume its reign.
From the dirt of the grave, the monsters shout:
"Feed me! Feed me!" as the lights go out.
The flesh turns to liquid, it slithers right down,
To grant you the strength of a forbidden crown.
But a consumed spirit will fight to be free,
Unless you can bind it where no one can see.
So you drag the ghost to the deepest abyss,
And curse it with crimes in the dark's prejudice.
You lock it away in a chamber of screams,
To rot in the static of shattered dreams.
Yet the path to this knowledge is steep and unkind:
You must enter hell's back door and lock it behind.
You hide the key in a desolate place,
And pray that a righteous hand leaves no trace.
For the Book of Sin doesn't offer a lie
The small print catches the arrogant eye:
The contract is absolute, heavy, and cold,
A willing soul, and a payment in gold.
Or a pillar of salt you will turn.

Premium Member Black Magic

Bold kisses that vex 
Long caresses leading to sex
Amethyst heart of love 
Craving cranberry touch
Kites can’t fly as high

Mistletoe in ebony eyes
Are you in love too
Giving me curse like voodoo
Indigo sky where we are one
Come to me sweet honey bun

Elegy: Black Magic Death

It took the black magic years
To earn the hand-me-down crown —
A crown admired by eager successors
In this hypocritical town.

It took only a minute,
A second to be specific,
To evacuate the soul from his body,
Leaving his carcass behind, rotting in hell.


Premium Member eraser and black magic marker

a pink eraser
fixes most of my mistakes
i rub her away

black magic marker
great for outlining cartoons
non erasable

Premium Member Coffee Is Black Magic

Coffee Is Black Magic 
Wake up from the dead 
2 cups at that 
Attitude begins 
On edge 
Sarcasm remarks start to roam 
Rage with inner thought 
Be on a high alert 
On a mission 
Your death wish 
Coffee Is Black Magic 
Don’t push my buttons 
Don’t stir up the pot 
Give you the bird 
Morning aroma 
Don’t want to be bothered 
Pick your poison 
Coffee stern 
Last warning 
Coffee burning 
Tombstone engraved ahead 
With your name on it 
Rambunctious 
Alluring brew 
Your roasted  
Put a spell on you 
I am going to pull my hair out 
I’m going back for seconds 
Coffee Is Black Magic 
What I say goes

Premium Member The Baneful Sonnets Doom

Dark energy spreads ink across the universe, 
dripping scarlet liquid fated by black magic. 
As the wheels spin poets' necromantic verse,
dark energy spreads ink across the universe,  
and trumpeting angels’ mighty blasts rehearse.
The baneful sonnets doom driven by tragic.
Dark energy spreads ink across the universe,
dripping scarlet liquid fated by black magic.   

Dark energy spreads ink across the universe,
As the wheels spin poets' necromantic verse,
and trumpeting angels’ mighty blasts rehearse.
The baneful sonnets doom driven by tragic,
dripping scarlet liquid fated by black magic. 
Disk dim damning polemics prosing perverse.


Premium Member Only a heart

Only a heart

Only a heart loved you, loved you, beautiful English lady
I still love you, from the train, I can not forget you. Love of you.

Yes, a heart beating to you, still and still waiting for the beating of you
Yes, Emma, drop me, stop your black magic against me; just love of you

Memory, illusion, not a kind of you. My magic will always be a power on you
I just loved you. It’s everything in my life to you. The last moments of my life love you.

Only a heart is my soul. From the first moment loved you. You drop me. I will  find you
In a lady’s heart. I will give her all your love. All your love. All my soul and heart. Love you

Only a heart
You
Yours

A kind
Of you

Love
You

Premium Member time for black magic

From cult leader wafts a weird smell
What adult can conjure a spell
With words from occult
Which bring the result
That catapults Trump back to hell?

Defeat of Black Magic

From palaces to huts, from courts to marriage halls, from forests to cities
  All placed their heart in something beautiful.
  once in a while when black magic arose in our minds we all meditated 
  to lords and supreme highs.
  we built a place to worship either churches, mosques, or temples.
  All the writers dropped the ink on the paper to write something positive.
  
  we all believed in the supreme energy to maintain peace, 
  we aligned toward the universe and set our thoughts free.
  we blessed our life with worship and peace 
  we defeated the black magic from every inch of our souls.

Premium Member Black Magic Potions

Black Magic Potions
                                                 

                     Across vacancy memories invoke forgotten years
                     Exodus from antipathy inscrutably liberates fears
                     Intransience spiritually battles amoral challenges
                     Crucially revitalized measures presaging changes

                     Deceptions obscure lies within fraudulent sleeves
                     Bringing adversaries down indictments aggrieves
                     Justifications echoing beyond overpowering roars
                     Unlike forsaken vessels reality lands upon shores

                     Probing mortal frailties evading blind perceptions
                     Enlightenment transcend old black magic potions
                     Delusion transmogrified into vanishing blemishes
                     Swept along eroding waves of abandoned wishes






09/11/2013
Aboard cruise liner:
Splendour of the Seas

Premium Member Black Magic

It is the magic of night,
It is the fire lovers ignite!
It is a secret within a heart;
And how lovers connect far apart.

It is fathomless ebony eyes;
And the evening sunset glorifies!
Secret passages of lovers' escape-
Familiarity in its black cape.

It is also consummate passion,
And sometimes lurks in fashion!
Darkness colors all the unknown,
Its mystery calls the curious home.

Black Magic Woman

Listen to the way it starts
For more than any song,
It brings me to the 60’s
Where my young self did belong.

I’m with my friends, a Friday night;
The joint is being passed,
With not a thought inside our heads
Our lifestyle wouldn’t last.

The years fly by, those days are gone,
The memory still sweet
Yet it comes front and center
When I hear those notes and beat.

Santana’s on the stage,
“Black Magic Woman” being played
And I am years away from being
Nana, old and grayed.

Premium Member Black Magic

                          Soft as mist,
                       slowly advancing 
                     in shadowy silence,
                 sure-footed, steady, she
          searches me with steadfast eyes,
       sparked, it seems, by latent lightning,
     smoldering still with sultry enchantment,
    she stealthily leaps now to my lap, sitting
   sweetly, safeguarding unfathomable secrets.

Black Magic

BLACK MAGIC

You work like temptation.
Souls like yours produce money and smoke.
Your laugh is a trigger for gun shots,
a whisper for promises never kept.

I remember when you played the piano
horrible and tricked me to pay for it.
You were the thunder scaring children
in the dark, voice a shadow never there.

Dear Mister Black Magic, you took out the sun
and the zombies cheered for you with worship. 
Who are those that follow you, proud of path?

My control slipped under the butter of my fingers.
A cut started to grow in my skin. The next day 
it started to heal. Mother Nature learned my listen.
Teach me to walk unnoticed. My roar is louder 
than a lions. We are inside. Keep it down.

This is not a jungle. Those teeth are too big 
for this environment. Learn another lesson
about the value of an object. 

Scratching somebody’s back isn’t worth gold.

Black Magic, White Magic

Black magic, White magic it’s all the same,
it’s all devil worship, it’s just in the name.
These people all think that they’re clever sods too,
by casting their spells there is nought they can’t do.

Black magic, White magic it’s all the same,
all witches and wizards are just plain insane.
They know it’s not real, they’re on a power trip.
do they really imagine that we are all thick.

Black magic, White magic it’s all the same,
they all believe that there’s more to life’s game
than what you can see or the things you have heard,
any sane person knows this is absurd.

Black magic, White magic it’s all the same,
the trouble and misery that’s caused by this game.
The spells that they cast are just wrecking my life
for they get all the good things and leave nothing but strife.

Black magic, White magic it’s all the same,
I’ll stick to religion it’s more like my game.
I’ll pray for some money for me and my wife,
I don’t need magic to help me through life.

Black magic, white magic it’s all the same,
maybe religion is part of this game?
If that is the case I must think this one through,
now where did I leave that good book on Voodoo.

Ivor G Davies

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