Magics Poems | Examples

Dreaming in Digital

    As the pixels of our images' imagined- dance 
in magics binary 
             as chemicals mingling between us-
in touch's refibering, as element_OFelementals 
entrenched,
drenched in of love's territorial ink
 in it's.environmental sea 
       at moonlit cove
 as stars scream in digital blink

In the silence of a starlit night,  
I hear the whispers of the moon, 
your serenade of gentle grace,  
          satelliting a mood,
as nature paints a tranquil face,  
Time hands brushed strokes to interlace, 
                                  claws for an embrace.
Magic chronochromatic_poetry virtuates 
                                           automatically, as
fallen leaves of the tree of Life, 
                  are we, like the nows' 
           fondest fronds of imagical memories, 
     drifted by and by inbetween reality sea, driftwood 
carried, 
buried in a crypt on the wind's soft sigh,.  
the eternal cosmic expanse of adjoined mind,
In the diodes of pietry of infrared and canvas of 
          4D-shade, Spirit Never Fade, 
find our way to our dream- that finds a way.

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Time has weathered its walls, and nature has claimed it as its own, with vines and foliage covering every surface as if foraging for room. The air is thick with a sense of dejic-mystery and significance depicted overtly by the castle's towering entrance. There are tales and tall tales that surround this place, that ignite one's curiosity even further. If you get the right traveler and enough ale. But never had any of them acquired the knowledge of it's location. Most of them even ending their accounts with, "but all of it but a myth", or it's equivalent. 

Is this overgrown castle, that whispers of it's readiness to divulge its secrets and echoes that have been shaded within its walls and forgotten by Time, playing with the imagination or siring a confidant, a worker of its magics.
Graft appeared as a small child in contrast as he pushed open the Great doors. They let out a great shriek from age and unuse, sounding much like a Vulcarn ready to dive, giving battle cry as the last thing one would hear before the black...

Nature's magical wand

Nature,store of magics
Different plants and trees are the magic wand,used to produce medicine 
Which heals people from life threatening diseases
Mere walking barefoot on canopy
Shows soothing effect on soul
Fills us with zeal
When we talk with flowers
Loads of happiness showered
Loving mother nature
Means loving the almighty

- Victor's Fairies -

                                                 Lovers 
                                               Fairy Dust
                                     gently vibrates in the air
                                            Magics beauty, 
                                  where dreams are wafer thin
                                                 In awe,
                                wings are spread with the wand
                                        Unexpected moments, 
                                                eyes lock
                                Flooding the darkness with light
                                  - magical threads interwoven
                                         Their divine essence
                                         flowing as a stream

Halt, Listen and Ponder

Mankind,humanity,the human race
Please don't always listen to your own hearts
Your endless desires
Your greeds
Your ignorance
Please halt and listen to other people and other things
To the nature
Please ponder,meditate and contemplate
Your loved ones are crying out of fright and lonliness
The previous laughters are gone
The nature lovely sounds are abandoned
Halt and listen
The wind is blowing and whistling through 
Bringing along joy and hope
The stream singing happily all along the way
The clouds playing magics
The former world is full of wisdom
Please halt and listen
Stop all the anger ,disputes, quarrels
Politicking and wars
Please put a curfew to the devil of your own hearts

Small Town Witch

They say ima witch, voodoo magics my game...
They say I dance naked, and summon the rain...


500 years old, and still smokin ass hott...
That may be so, but a witch I am not...


I play in the creek, and stack rocks kinda Wierd...
Steps to a spell, I guess it appears


Cobwebs thru out my creepy old home,
A a mean old tom cat, besides him ima alone. 


Anyone new is warned the same way. 
Danger danger u best stay away,


My feelings are hurt, when ever I hear. 
The town seems to hate me, they all live n fear. 


But I'm just a girl, a sweet one at that. 
But my only friend, is cornbread the cat. 


He knows the truth, but he'll never tell. 
I live isolated, my own kind of hell. 


If people would only know the real me. 
Just a scared lil girl, they're too blind too see.

Gaze Upon the Sky

When the twilight embraces us, so does the Light 
and with the Light comes inspiring  encouragement.  Quote _ by Poet



When I was a young child, I would lay on the green
Grass and gaze up to the cloudy dim sky.
Captive to the evening twilight.
Sun rim sank and embraced 
The boundless horizons breast and moonlight's magics
Reserved silence and cool sweet-scented air.

It's peaceful brief shelter; lashed nightmares dissolved there.
Reflecting on the past days weaved fabrics
Weight as the evening had unlaced
And drew to a closed night.
Those moments my heart would quiver glorious high
As the opalescence clouds veiled the scene.
 
Time for bed, my bed beside the window I'd glean
The heavens and smile or couldn't help, but cry.
Famished for warmth, I'd wish the sight
Would stay, so much it graced.
The darkness would wake the night with magical tricks
As shadows danced, I'd say The Lord's Prayer.

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Winter Winds

I love the winter chilling winds
that swings with long nights and short day plays,
feeling warm under the woollen jackets and blankets
having hot tea with the treat of whispering shivers,
when the day blooms,
dewdrops glitter on the petals of lovely flowers,
These are the long nights that make magics with shining stars,
whitey fog tries to stop the bobbling headlights of cars,
I feel the dance of droplets on the window panes
a campfire on the ground with tiny wooden pieces 
rubbing my freezing palms,
feeling the copious fire,
listening soothing cracking sound around my bound,
my body craves to touch the rays of the sun,
I go on a walk with my cute little dog in that thick white fog,
I write my name on a glass pane,
haaa voooooo ,,huh huu,,
shivering,,, shivering..!
 it's the rhythm from my mouth,
waiting for the sun for mirth.

Photographs

So, when do photographs become memories?
When the bulb flashes or when ink fades to sepia?
Time is accused of causing the most painful of injuries,
so, when do photographs become memories?
Nostalgic talk turns forgotten pasts into melodies,
folklores and magics transform us into a long-lost year.
So, when do photographs become memories?
When the bulb flashes or when ink fades to sepia?

Elf

I'm just an Elf, am I the only one
Living in the forest, by the river ,in the sun
Stomping and a romping tryn to have a little fun
But am I the only one, left to dance here in the sun
           Oh wait here they all come

The mushrooms are ripe,on this wild and Elfish night
The Hobbits are setting the mood
The Unicorns dancing, the Centaurs are prancing
Theres magic alive in the wood, yes our magics alive in the wood

 I am Elf and Elf I am,whisper when you speak, never holler at the Meek
Beware of the magic in the meadows, and the whispers in the wind
And when you happen on the Unicorn,your search for solace will finally end

Brewing Up Some Trouble

Smoke rings coming form the pot
A brew to put you in a trance
Liquid "poison" getting hot
Evil eyes doing a dance

Watching this special concoction
Become more alive with fire
Made into dangerous toxin
Bubbles getting so much higher

Cackle laughs are being heard
With a smile as they're stirrin'
You can't hear a single word
Just happiness around the cauldron

Simmering this mixture for hours
Turns are taken to create
A mixture using the powers
That will seal someones fate

Soon this magics finally done
As this new trio of witches
Cause some trouble just for fun
What a group of crazy bi---es

Magics In a Day

Magics  in a day 
	
The day turns into night.
The stars shining bright.
In the beautiful blue sky,
The birds fly.
 
On bright summer morning,
The sun rises shining.
The rolling waves in the sea,
made me cheerful and free.
 
Think of the day,
sweet memories come back.
Think of the seas,
like long sweet dreams.

Avalon

Far beyond mans intrusions, 
A vast hidden world lives on.
An ancient fortress lost amidst,
Historical reference, a faded shade,
Amongst remembrances memory.
Imagination limitless vision, 
Separating conscious truth, 
And make believers legendary
Spree.
Conjuring mystical thoughts,
Simply, Drifting aloft, 
Revealing a forgotten golden age. 
Let castaways adventurers fly away 
Into magics paradise,
As sunshine's rays, flicker amidst 
Mid summers softening light. 
Illuminating forgotten stone gardens, 
Secret courtyards in splendors array.
Rose covered vines, weaving down 
Walled trellises evergreen.
Ruined towers jetting upward, 
Blanketed by thickened mosses
Torrents.
Crystal clear water streams, forth 
Through cupid fountains.
Nesting song birds, sing loves, 
Harmonious music.             
Wooing hearts at winged flight.
Glide without tethers strings, 
Rejoicing carefree, 
Within natures solitude.
Reclining, beside a shaded, 
Willow tree I'm resting,
Completely to mine ease.
Watching clouds placing,
Ideally, 
By as dusken stars.
Pass beneath nights, 
Blackening sky’s.
Knowing at last the beauty, 
That is Avalon.

BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN

Comfort

my friends, I feel your presence 
but I cannot see you where are you?
 my friends your songs soothe my wounds, 
Wounds that scar my body, your fire my mind your hungers that feed upon my burdened heart
your magics of earth and Fae my soul 

I can almost feel thy furry bodies surrounding me,
 thy warm fire in your belly and hard scales upon 
which I lay my head, the soft earth colored skin 
of your arms around me holding me

The powers of winter and summer inside me, 
Power that comes from The Fae beside me spread
 Salve on my wounded soul, as incubus and succubus feed ever so gently happily eating the pains, the woes, and sorrows that lie etched deep into my heart Taking its burden for their sustenance  

as you all surround me Comforting me, telling me 
that I am not lost in the darkness 
that you will guide me, teach me it gives me 
a measure of comfort thatI have companions 
that I am not alone

Babylon

The sun shown down
on the silken town
and magic was her name
ten thousand rooms
had come to tomb
and in the desert lain
The magics source
had once discoursed
the runes and tomes were gone
It's arrogance
had brought it hence
she lost her gift of song
from dusk to dawn
the sand grinds on
the grave in which she lay
Knowledge once was there
So much to spare
too much was thrown away
All the abuse
that she had loosed
turned on her one day
The common man
about the land
sought magic to keep at bay
What was lost 
cannot be found
but now is dust 
upon the ground

 
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via Duboff Law Group LLC

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