Magic Poems | Examples of Magic Poetry

In realms of dreams, where magic is born in the late evening hour

In realms of dreams, where magic is born in the late evening hour,
A hidden paradise in whispers and in the descending moonlight's power.
Beautiful settings, love like an old perfume, beyond description,
Amber eyes burning with vows in the fire of a dream's depiction.
On this earth, seductive and full of love, we lose our senses completely,
Shadows of

From The Workship Collection Joe My Belvoed Beau

My parents did not know  

About  Joe 

My beloved beau  

And what the maturing character did  

Making him a heroic paternal twit   

One day with spring in the air  

Did not have a care  

Joe  

My beloved beau 

Visited General Dollar  

Feeling the tightness to

Love can be materialistic

Love is not something that belongs only to a living soul.
It could be anything your soul is tied to.
Neither human nor god,
but something you chose above them both—
that is what love truly is.
You look at it and know you cannot live without it.
It is not a person, nor devotion.
That is love.

Magic spell of rain

monsoon cloud kiss forehead
of the mountains and melt down
magic spell of rain

CHASING YOU

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[Verse 1]
The lights are flashing, but girl, I’m stuck on you,
Like chasing fireflies, but you slip right through.
The fair’s spinning wild, but you’re the only thing I chase,
You act all cool, but I see that smile on your face.
Laughter fills the air, kids screaming loud,
But all I hear is you, standing out in the crowd.
Your

Shifting Shapes

The shift is taking shape, 
Shape shift to embrace the landscape, 
Escape from the patterns, 
Keeping you scattered.
Tattered souls losing their hold, 
Battered and bruised their hearts grow cold, 
Looking to scold, 
Sharing the load.
Hoping they won't explode, 
They drift into whole, 
Losing control, 
Falling so low, 
They have to let go.
Releasing what they know,

Cries of Our Lives

Whispering sweet desires in tearing
giggling, we forget of we're laughing
tummy sweet button does taste so yummy,
How do these moments lead right up to now?

Tasting your lips, something ever lasting,
treats of your seduction to say the least,
fingers wander to love songs from singers
blasts from window won't shiver how heat lasts,

Lust come from sweetness and not the

Urn of magic potion

I fell in an urn of magic potion.
About my locus, I had no notion.
I found myself on a wide, whirly sea.
My boat had holes. From fall, I couldn't flee.

From shores I seemed to have gone far away.
Sea snakes, cone snails, sea urchins, and stingray…
From these wild creatures, how could I escape?
Perplexed, could I nestle and

The Rhythm of the River

"River,
ever flowing
lazily to the sea,
your ripples mesmerizing me,
please, reveal the secret to your magic!"
"I always move.", the river said,
as to the sea, it led.
"Yet, I remain"...  
river.

The Pet I Never Had

by Russ Dodson (c) 1968. 2025

I've never had a unicorn
because I couldn't catch one
and I know no virgin maid
whom I could send to fetch one

Wormhole Wonderland

She followed a rabbit
stitched from stardust,
leaping between planets
like lily pads of light.

A comet brushed her cheek
a whisper,
a secret,
a scent of home long gone.

Her dress,
woven from constellations,
twirled in zero gravity,
threads unraveling into galaxies.

The wormhole found her.
Not a door,
but a pulse,
a soft tear in the silence. She stepped in.

Light bent like memory.
Time folded into origami.
She became
a thought,
a

Feel The Magic Of The Necromancer

Watch the magician place magic in her hat 
feel the incantation as she,  
in stealth-like fashion 
                                 feasts one eye on you....

BAYES

Bayes theorem 
Offers you probability
That limits your this ability
In achieving internal tranquility

Change your rhythm
Look through another prism 
Reason exists for this schism

Neither you shall be social 
Nor you shall be ignored 
What do you have to tell those
So that you would feel heard

Creativity has potential 
That may appear essential
Write a dialogue
Expressing and breaking this block

Aabout

Druidic Muse

A slow and joyous path beneath the skies,
Earth holds me close in rooted ground each day,
While wind blows cloudy liquid dreams that rise,
Islands are adrift in clean clouds that stray.

You, wise young Druid, cloaked in ageless green,
Stand firm upon the soil where Nature dwells.
Limpid and true, your waters flow serene.
A gift you give when I

Straws

Straws are worms
moving with a drop.
Bewitched,
becoming swords drawn. 

Spell-work doesn’t require much,
that whisper from your throat 
a dash of chaos..
that foolproof touch.. 
straws simply stir.. deliverance.

Straws are worms 
wet them and whistle.
Bewitched,
they’re now throwing stars.

Elegiac harmonies 
don’t mix well with warm weather. 
Only a tambourine will gel,
a back up for it’s feisty sweat.
Straws simply stir..

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