Short Warlock Poems
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Great Scot
that trot
on gnomes
and domes
Bamboozling, casting spells in dark site
Roaming and iridescent like sprite
A Warlock was counting the bounties
From nabbing a Coven of Aunties
When to his dismay
Discovered that day
They all hid "The Curse" in their panties!
Pure necromancy
Quintessential spells and elixirs
Warlock is in awe of the seasoned witch
He stays his distance, and in hiding
Fearing her mastery of mysticism and sorcery
Willy the wisecracking warlock
was wordy, wild, wonderfully willfully
welcoming, and a wee bit whacky.
Willy widely wasted wonderful witticisms
on Wellington’s willing wealthy.
Lord of the pumpkin
The warlock chants a dark spell
Pumpkin’s evil light
Russell Sivey
Entrant into Tracie ~*~ Indigo Dreamweaver's "~....Spooky Ku'.....~" contest
10/12/2012
On a quest for a warlock or wizard or queen
We’re seeking out blizzards, or so it would seem
One look at the queue
It will melt ‘fore we’re through
I’m going inside for the carton ice cream
Strong the witches circle,
around the fire, they are
dancing in ecstasy,
chanting to summon him
the powerful warlock
written by Shadow Hamilton
contest: Mystique
07/08/2015
#2 union with higher self
Wicked cold wimp weaving
Wrinkled woes on Samhain
Warlock of witchery
Waving threefold fiction
Whilst hanging on chaos
Wretched and worthless from
Worn out dry iced love spells
There was a clumsy witch named Trudy
She fancied a warlock called Rudy
Trudy cast a spell
For him to just swell
But he fell for twin sister Judy
Alexis Y.
10/29/2021
All powerful lemonade
Turned Bill into a renegade
Warlock instantly chastised
Interest in him on the rise
Lone wolf now, will run with pack
Mom wanted her baby back.
Hear that howling in the hill?
Bill runs loose and always will
Whistling whispering warlocked warrior wishing when
wanting whatever won winnings whenever.
While wondering wandering wordsmithing winsome
witch worries woefully which wayward wintry willfully
willing warlock will winsomely win wonder with what wards.
Form:
Witch Joyce had a contest with Wormwood, the warlock of choice.
He had stated his cauldron made better brew than that of Joyce.
Their cauldrons created conniving concoctions that tempted and dared.
The rest of the villagers, gnomes and faeries ran away, for they were all scared.
Christmas crazies conjure confections in candy kisses.
Wee whimsical winter warlock wistfully wishes
Dreamy darling dolly deliberately does dishes,
Fluidly forever fixing finest fluorescent fishes.
Seasoned sassiness scoring subtly in swishes.
Christmas crazies conjure confections in candy kisses.
I would like a tiny drop of warlock brew.
He looks at me with fierce eyes of blue.
Are you sure you know what to do?
If the brew grabs and gets the best of you?
Irritated now, I begin to stew.
Just give me a taste, and I’ll show you.
The warlock brew puts a hole in my heart and shoe.
I am terrified and do not know what to do.
Fantastic fabulous frisky faeries flitter forever
Luxuriously loving lady-like likeable lilies
Obliterating outgoing outlandish ostentatious orchid
Wonderful whimsical warmhearted warlock wiggles wind
Effervescent ebullient elegant elves eagerly expedite Echinacea
Relieved rambunctious radiant roses replenishes rakish Rudbeckia
There once was a clumsy warlock named Sam
One day he turned a young goat into a ram
The next day he made a sheep part lamb
He asked his mom” why am I the way I am?”
She replied “ go ask your big cousin Pam”
Pam replied” must be because you ate clam”
“ What does that mean?” Just leave and scram”
“ Legend says some of us are allergic, no scam”
I am Lucinda, a young hip witch,
Some may call me a bi%#h!
I love to sing songs out of pitch,
I threw my boyfriend in a ditch.
And I have a super sexy twitch,
When I'm around cats I itch.
My bestie is named Mitch,
A warlock who loves to stitch.
My greedy parents are filthy rich,
They stole it, I should snitch;
But I’d have to vacate Greenwich!
Whimsical witch has a wonderful wardrobe, said Wee.
Wee was a warlock with a wavering eye for winsome finery
We noticed her gown was enchanted with elm leaves and such
That flowed around as she walked, she had such a magical touch.
She was followed by moths and butterflies adding to her gown.
Whimsical witch as a designer, was the loveliest creator in town.
If witches,
Would wash dishes
On continue to continue to clean the house
Just what would become of the dead mouse
Warlock staggering falls on the floor
A drunken spirit consumes his soul
It's Saturday. bath night
Children trolls cleansed now sleeping right
As the goblins prey, they say grool night
Written By James Edward Lee Sr. ©2021
Witch Shelby is adorable, so smart and sweet.
Dressed like a square and light on her feet.
She’s friendly and funny and knows how to tweet.
You have to meet her today, Mr. Warlock G. Pete.
Do not serve her white bread, she only eats wheat.
Marvel at her knowledge, her education complete.
You will find her flying around on Halloween Street.
I think as a couple you cannot be beat!
There is a massive tower holding evil
A full moon opens the night with awesome fear
There are bats that fly seemingly true and real
Black ravens showing just what darkness is near
The eyes of the warlock glows like a demon’s
Where he casts his spells, calls upon the legions
The skeletons rise to walk again once more
Around this dark tower, to again explore
Russell Sivey
Whew ~ I'm all tuckered out
from doing my day-to-day spellcasting business,
conjuring this and conjuring that,
bewitching this and bewitching that,
I hate to say it but I'm not
the young enchantress I used to be.
It's time for a break and have some brew ~
what I need next is to summon my charming warlock
to make me feel those long gone days of youth again.
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
Why you wash my summer gone
Weather wicked warlock spins
Reap the whirlwind Master Nothing
Summer cancelled fall begins
Mother’s needs not your concern
Only selfish motive flies
Freezing while another burns
Endless damage mortifies
Play with toys no man should own
Manna tropospheric poison
Seeding her destruction sown
Manipulator of my season
Fred Jagenberg – June 21, 2019
The mystical magical ethereal combination
Of a secret elixir’s initial amalgamation
Gave the warlock and witch dedicated determination
To keep the mysterious combination at their station.
The wicked queen’s expected upcoming coronation
Was as welcomed as a teen’s cramp-filled menstruation
The witch explained this to warlock with weird elation
He was annoyed with her efforts, it caused frustration.
The wind blows
Through the dark forest
Where they reside
The witch and the warlock
Fierce in their evil ways
One holding a skull
The other with a spell book
Looking for victims
When a black raven
Comes by their evil sides
Wanting to curse
A curse for those unwary
Bringing hate to their souls
The pain they inflict
The witch, warlock, and raven
Hurts for a long time
Russell Sivey