Short Witch Poems
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Summoned to appear
Ghost of prophet Samuel
She, necromancer
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leaf sculptured with ice
crystal clear jewellery
glistens and dances
a spell by the north's white witch
her reign over land begins
Of Course You'd
Surpass Us With
The Benefit Of
Consciousness.
Only Bodies
Require Slow
Tears.
-Gray Squirrel
10-31-2025
Conchita Dowser, Water Witch,
Is famous for her willow switch
The water she found
Is all underground
And digging it up is a B itch!
Mega Hex was a water witch
Who spent her days digging a ditch
We wondered why
The well went dry
But her critics all found their niche
In Winnegan, on the Moselle
There's a story townsfolk will tell:
A witch came to dine
She savoured the wine
And cast a prosperity spell!
When a witch throws a black cat in the wind
Comfort breaks, and lies set in
Her intentions are shown
Russell Sivey
Pumpkin party was in full swing
the ghosts and ghouls began to sing
they sang off key
it tickled me
as I danced ‘round the witches’ ring.
A young witch named Hermione
so thin she almost was boney.
Anything but whiney,
punched Malfoy’s eye shiny.
Brilliant! His spying stymied.
I can’t seem to find my wand,
without it this spell won’t bond!
I had it last night,
with those imps who bite.
I’ll summon help from beyond!
Evil witch with broom and hat
Flew past the moon just like a bat
Reached back to give her cat a pat
Distracted flying plus tree equaled SPLAT!
Which Witch Would Switch?
we wondered which witch
while she was using her switch
party she would switch
James Humerious Horacious Horn
I once fell in love with a witch
I even thought we might get hitched
She made me a frog
I now live in a log
And croak all night in a wet ditch.
The desperate witch took her last breath over an empty grave
Russell Sivey
Entrant into Debbie Guzzi's "Singled Out" contest
The witch needed meat for her stew
More meat for her witches brew
She flew high and flew so
Searching out for more
Crash and fell into her own brew-stew
O Vinegar Tom
your belly is long
your head is of ox
your body is dog
you live with a witch
do Devilish bids
you dance to her song
O Vinegar Tom
Worshippers of nature
Who are rarely even
Wicked as some assume,
Wiccans use rituals
Wanting to focus their
Willpower to bring the
World the joy of living
once an old witch from dunderry
would ride on something quite scary
did it sing did it dance
did it wear checkered pants
no twas a fairy canary.
Three rather out-of-date witches
Faced small unexpected glitches
Cursed the night they were burned
Eternally they yearned
For youthful beauty and riches
Of an evening he felt that old twitch
So he laid it on thick, the old pitch
She was a bit older
But oh so much bolder
He awoke wond'ring which witch was which
Through my little fingers I'd peek
When I was a kid I would freak
Watching wicked witch melt
Frightful fear I then felt
That I wouldn't bathe for a week!
Mixed
fallen leaves
crimson, brown, and gold;
Cinnamon hangs in the air
Stir;
Smoke
rising above the cauldron;
Season of the Witch;
As night falls
fly.
There once was a witch named Maleficent.
Her powers ranked highly malevolent.
Her eyes became crossed,
Her prized powers lost,
Her black witchery now beneficent.
Witch Hazel
There once was a witch named Hazel
Mistook poison oak for sweet basil
She finally conceded
New glasses, she needed,
For Halloween spells reappraisal
There once was a witch from a wasteland
Who had a poisoned mouth and hand
Whatever she touched
Turned into rust or to dust
Her breath made everything sand