Salem Poems - Poems about Salem

You cast your gaze, sharp and cold/ A relic of Salem, a story retold/ Convictions weigh heavy, though truth stands clear/ Yet you brand me alarming, fueled by fear/ Your judgement looms, a shadowed stake/ Bound by laws, yet the fire you'd make/ If time unshackled your hands today/ Would I see the embers of history's fray/ Puritan echoes, they linger still/ Through whispers...

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I spend most time within this grave Unmarked and deathly silent I met my end remaining brave Which made it no less violent Pressed to death for 3 long days Only asking for more weight Not this lie but other woeful ways I wonder if I'd sealed my own fate A young man from my living time Caught stealing just some apples I beat him...

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Flying on an easterly wind Over Atlantic waters, ever thinned A village comes back into view Eerily draped in a season anew Hanging now with purple wisteria Not accusations, not hysteria, Is old Salem town, lush and green Beyond, a cemetery lies, a reverent scene Dark houses, by cherry blossoms framed Brighten a place once so shamed, By masking her greatest tragedy With pink...

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My footsteps echoed the echoes of Time as through the streets of Salem I walked. The hour was early and the city still asleep with only a cat sitting quietly on a cold granite sill, the sky slowly turning from night into dawn, my mind still in twilight as my footsteps echoed on. The Ropes Mansion looked proud as I strolled Essex...

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I am no martyr, no ghost, nor wizard great They laid rocks all upon me, and again I say I will not plead, more weight, more weight I was a farmer, in the spring of Salem late My wife is to be hanged the following day I am no martyr, no ghost, nor wizard great Oh Martha I’ve sinned, though not...

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Witches motto is to do no harm to plants or animals Ill understood they continue to positively garden and uplift They were unfairly persecuted and prosecuted, murdered even Christians bullied them, jealousy and fear determined their fate Hysterical preteen accused the prettiest, eliminating competition Every beautiful girl was in danger during this frenzied period of history Still feel enraged and acute...

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Red cats, black dogs, yellow birds in the morning Visions and dreams were an ominous warning That witches were brewing in Salem that year As terror of covens filled townsfolk with fear Tituba, the slave, then Lizzie the vagrant The charges so menacing, so utterly flagrant Next came old Sarah, an elderly lady A hermit it’s said, her character shady While citizens huddled...

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Lake of Salem held secrets long forgotten by the good people. Sophie the youngest girl ever drowned for being a witch kept watch She kept a nightly vigil, checking on her mother and her sisters. They had risen toward the top of the lake on magic poles. Sentinels without eyes, punctured by the good people of Salem, Who were attempting...

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How Wiccans acquired a bad rep is not clear. Misogynist bullies afraid of these women’s light, A young teen with an ugly heart of jealous fear, Might point a finger under cover of night. But in Salem Massachusetts, hysteria came about. When accusations were made by the ugly and stout. Possibly made by men who had a plain mean daughter. Wanting to...

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........jiggle clumsily; post halter- behind braids- busy in evacuation of the cool pool water, like a carefree bull in the field. Her eyes sharp and cruel, unyielding to the faulter. Fixating on a fool, one caught looking, looking around in a house of slaughter. Baiting fingers thread the hook at the back of the neck. Electric eel, slippery Brook, Devil's daughter-sees her slithering...

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I accuse you, she yelled, pointing to those who thought her dead. Cowards, they had sailed away after proving her innocence. Her family was horrified, because now it meant she was a witch. They screamed and ran away, leaving her behind. She cared not. I ACCUSE YOU! She screamed at the men on board the ship Her anger was...

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Odatella be otis, ye bellos i am not infantile villain odeeon me Sake it Salem, be clivas, be yet homage as the lord he be Ground it taken whore impeded the cleist is now a witch it asked o’ parish Be now die i shan’t mediocre is...

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A portrait me older mage sorcerer I syet Father is yet me,i sought salem is mehowyetihadmarchedmeaobey Tis I yet a brother i found means the cyclonicamonster below a scream of the sacrifice sapien Dote stem demon is he beat the brother, daughtertisitblame ‘’piece me shout heard the locals bade thehorroryaymesuchaman ‘’plead yet taken out me own dog it...

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Salem _________________________________________ Unrest of spirit churns behind thy door, the sin interned therein is quarrelsome No "witch" that thou hast burned serves to restore the pitch that has upturned thy moral plumb Forego thy demons, none would be found here Such guile belies the pleasure of the young Until thy trials should rise of fact, not fear, so will thy measure see the pious...

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pure and innocent was the founding not a witch, death outstanding family relief at sister’s drowning Rhyme - Whimsical Fantasy Contest: 3 Lines Writing Challenge Oct 2018 Written 10-28-2018 Sponsor: Dear Heart a.k.a. Broken Wings...

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