Magic. Poems - Poems about Magic.

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...

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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...

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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....

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

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songer.co/song/rp46aipglmzluwbnxswcz42q [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...

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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,...

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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...

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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...

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"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....

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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 ...

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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...

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

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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...

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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...

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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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