Magic Poems | Examples of Magic Poetry

her mind a box of melted crayons her hands a vista of fire magic wands raked over ...

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Apply the Johnsons baby oil all over your fingers. Insert your index finger on the top of your lip. Slowly move your hands around, breathe in and breathe out. Stick two fingers inside the magic hole, be gentle, don’t rush. Squirt, let it out, the water is precious to all who desire it. Gently, use the...

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Come, come, this form of grand Arise, the queen of hurt and can't Towards my love your heart may prance, Farther from whence your pain has danced- Into my arms your silence speaks, Woes sung low of stolen vanity, May we last until death dies out, Forever yet shall we stay soulbound....

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I love the blue water, as I am rocked to sleep. The salt air fills my soul, as I dream far away. I am awakening, to a misty sea day. ...

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A beachside fairy silhouette so majestic, lambent with sea salt....

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Whispers through her eyes Often gazes the skimmers in twilight More overly, more mesmerized as her heart was in delight She cupped the melodies, through the true sights All what she whispered, all what the heart hides the beautious bell, the nightingale dwells in ride the classiness she carried through the presence She softly bamboozled Wrath with inner elegance the spring...

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The magic you will always return to, Isn't just the body of your love's quest; Like the body, your burdened soul once glue. The fragrance of her smiling face, pursue... Risk of timing grace you never confessed: The magic you will always return to, Is of unseen peering eyes beyond clue, To free the touching mind posing unrest... Like the body, your burdened...

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A jaunt into the mouth of feral woods to grow the most intimate connection. Eldritch whispers through the trees, let’s scare the boys with our smile. To grow the most intimate connection, fall upon the sword of a diamond mess. Let’s scare the boys with our smile, cat-calling and out of control tweaking. Fall upon the sword of a diamond mess, crystals just...

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At midnight, deep beneath D.C.'s pride, A tunnel breathed secrets the daylight hides. Pennsylvania Avenue—so clean, so grand— But under its bones lies a cursed land. Dark suits walk halls soaked in red, A velvet silence where the truth lies dead. The walls pulse with symbols from ages old, Carved by hands both cruel and cold. Fridges hum like funeral songs, Storing innocence stolen...

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“is life an illusion?” ... As a young kid, loved the magical illusion... With every flick of the hand, a world unfolds, Mysteries hidden in stories told, Where wonder reigns and logic defies, In the heart of magic, the illusion lies. As a grown-up kid, illusion took over thoughts .... In a world where...

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don't talk, you'll spoil it— this version of me I've been trying to see as you— don't say anything, let's enjoy our basic witch status, excel in the practice of angles— let's remain unsolvable assistants in the craft. sleights of hand, close-up magic, all of it— disappears without audience participation. ...

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Come and walk with me on miracle mile It will enhance all your senses Bringing tingling sensations throughout your body Making your your soul feel so good The meaning of life will be understood As we walk All your worries will drift away Feeling beautiful warmth From the suns luminous rays It’s a journey to...

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Is there a chance for us to meet To say hello in the real world Before the silence comes to split A distant echo in the word Though I’m no prophet, I can see One day this world will reunite On different terms, like you and me Or maybe it will be one night When in the middle of the game I used to...

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You came for me and I am still flourishing Obstacles were once on my path now they they are destroyed in my favor How funny it is to be a golden alchemist cycles of depression and suffering I transmute so quickly and masterfully into more of my blessings, I keep on growing and I keep on flourishing how funny...

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Pictures of bliss festoon dream field journal with green moss clad trails of stunning dawn glow junkets through mists of time!...

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