More inspiration from Practical Magic. Love remains the greatest power.
Our magical threads
By Michelle Morris
20/09/2026
This family tree
Not a perfect history
Blessings and curses
Always our reality
An ancient line
Our magical threads
Seeds sown deep
Grown to perfection
The mystery
The stories old
Love torn apart
Curses unfolded
Sisterly love
Family ties
Mothers and fathers
Loved ones who died
This history
We can't repeat
Time to break the curse
To bleed for freedom
Our blood we spill
Combining our hands
Destroying the darkness
Changes time and sands
That hourglass
We just reversed
Love overcame
Our family curse
And you and me
Our love and light
Forever expanded
To win the fight
© Michelle Morris, 2026
"Sometimes there are No feelings, just words that talk very loud." By Poet
Come let me tell you a story,
about a want to be writer.
A young girl's notebook filled,
filled with her writings.
How a teacher put her and her writings down,
letting the class laugh at her work.
She knew she had something to say,
even if they did not believe in her.
She believed in herself,
even when the world was in doubt.
She used ink as her paints for painting,
on her canvas called paper.
She learned about rhymes and limericks,
along with verse, acrostic and more.
So many styles to choose from,
what was a girl to do?
Just write more for her readers,
telling stories in her poems.
She loved how her magical words,
seemed to go dancing across the paper.
When she found PoetrySoup,
she felt like she had come home.
Other writers to help her learn,
even correcting her from time to time.
Comments to inspire her,
bringing out her creativity and imagination.
A true writer writes from their heart,
never letting anyone stop them.
Epiphany Poetry Contest. Sponsored by: Constance La France
By Poet: "Words are very cheap. Actions are worth their weight in gold. Look for actions, Not words."
I have a great friend,
she tells the truth and will never bend.
We love going out,
shopping and eating makes for a magical day.
I help her then she helps me,
that is the way friendship should be.
She called me sister,
what an honor that was.
Then one very sad day,
I had an epiphany.
She was filled with lies,
I had been deceived.
Written 5th Aug 2026 for weekly poetry competition. August 3rd 2026 to August 9th 2026
I am a tall American Sweetgum Tree
Star- shaped leaves colours of purple yellow and red
Graceful ~ loved by all
Robins land on my branches
Sweetly serenade me
Songs of joy sharing nature’s love
Children skip round me giggling
I am head tree guarding the Magical Forest
Unicorns, fairy’s ~ even goblins love me
People come hug me and tell me they love me
Majestic mountains bow to me
Magical kingdom is place to be
Castle glistens in the sunshine
At night owls hoot to me
Lights surround me showing my beauty
I love all seasons especially winter
Snow dazzles and sparkles on me
People from all over world photograph me
I
as
a child,
loved night time.
Summer with fireflies,
made the nights very magical.
We love catching them and putting them in a glass jar.
The pretty jar was all aglow then morning came a sad funeral for all of them.
Quote “keep dreaming coz ~dreams come true, when you fully believe “by Scottydotti
Acrostic
R ainbows flash across the sky
A las~ beauty of the colours
I n sink~ they sparkle and shine
N ever ! stop believing in love
B e happy, share the love
O h such bliss from God above
W ow ~ devine beauty around
M agical unicorns radiate joy
A las ~ time zooms by, sieze the day~ fly
G lad to be alive, free to be me
I indigo sky so blue above you
C louds are amazing look at shape, see pictures
Written for weekly challenge on 14th July 2026
Challenge to write if you were an animal
Star the magical Unicorn
Im Star not your usual family pet
I don’t live in house, zoo
Im free as a bird in flight
I live in the beautiful magical forest
Amoung nature is best
Rainbows, sparkles everywhere I go
I bring you peace, love, joy great delight
Some people don’t believe I am real
But come visit the magical forest
I show you around , then you’ll believe
Fairies are my best friends
They fly around me giggling all day
Come on ~ come visit me
You’ll be entrapped in tranquility
Think you’ll stay forever with me
In my magical forest
Place to be. ~ come find me
Rumple Stein opens his great
book of old,
Under the blanket, a tale will
unfold,
Magic and monsters and
heroes so brave,
Pointing his finger to a deep
hidden cave,
Leaving you dreaming of
secrets he gave.
A butterfly I chanced to spy.
In all its magical whimsy,
I watched it feed, flutter and fly.
A butterfly I chanced to spy,
sipping flower petals near by.
In colors bold, bright, and fancy,
a butterfly I chanced to spy.
In all its magical whimsy!
out of a shallow dip
catch-water field
of landscape polished rock
a shock of pregnant junipers
in pine pitch laden sunlight
olive-green fires arise
and my eyes bedazzle
gossamer
floating specks
of bees
new hatched
butterflies
golden jump
and spiral
as if tethered
to child’s witching wand
random rode
the windless air
Deep within the twinkling
clouds lies Toylandia, a
magical island where toys
come alive.
Teddy bears wear tiny
golden crowns and dance
with beautiful, glittering fairy
dolls.
Toy trains chug along tracks
made of rainbow strawberry
licorice, blowing bubbles into
the blueberry sky.
Every morning, colorful
plastic blocks build
themselves into magnificent,
soaring castles.
Friendly dinosaur toys gently
carry smiling children across
rivers of sweet chocolate milk.
The trees are made of green
cotton candy, sprouting shiny
marbles and bouncy balls.
At night, soft wind- up music
boxes play a gentle, soothing
lullaby to the stars.
No batteries are ever needed
here, for pure imagination
powers the whole land.
The toys gather around a
warm campfire, sharing
happy stories and eating
marshmallow clouds.
It is a wonderful place of
endless playtime, where the
fun never, ever stops.
With a stroke of your brush,
the magic begins,
The lion grows fur and a
proud, golden chin.
The elephant trumpets and
steps off the page,
While a colorful parrot flies
out of its cage.
A blue dolphin leaps from a
bright painted sea,
And a furry brown monkey
swings down from a tree.
A tall striped giraffe reaches
up to the skies,
While a soft bunny hops as
the purple ink dries.
Every animal wakes with a
splash and a gleam,
In the magical book where
the pages can dream.
We roamed where the night grew thin, a veil of gossamer air,
touched the moonlight as it brushed against our skin, something kind and rare~
childhood, the world a magical reverie.
We followed shadows down the lane, their edges soft with glow,
heard distant owls repeat the secrets only children know~
childhood, each moment held in secrecy.
We cupped the quiet in our hands, a fragile, glowing thread,
believed the moonlight understands the dreams we never said~
childhood, drifting silently.
God you are so magical, you can hear and do so many amazing things.
God I am still in awe, that you talked from a burning bush, that you sent messages to prophets and they took your message and grew us all.
God, thank you for always being there, for working with all of us, and making us grow and learn from all we know.
God I feel sometimes, life is like a dream, that we are moving in a place that is just like a test and we are in a maze.
God, please help the homeless and lost, shine some light and help them see in the dark they are in, maybe they will wake up.
God I am happy, and will continue to pray each day, and look for the path that is lit with gold and light as I walk through this life every day.
wild messenger
signals true passion
mystery presenter
trickster intelligent
casts light into dark
black questioner
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