Supernatural Poems - Poems about Supernatural

The morning was dark and misty venturing out before the throng weaving between oak and elder the path I took was long I stumbled on a clearing and fell down upon my knees it was there I started digging through discarded wood and leaves burrowing through the top soil breaking deeper in the dirt my fingers and palms wore earth stains nails had worked to earn...

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Incomprehensible Incomprehensible is a real thing, just believe it, and your mind will create Create and get it. That's what you want from life, in the existence of life Life, maybe not now, the goal may be a bit far, far from your present life Yeah, the reality always exists, only sometimes it is hidden or forbidden Mysterious forces control...

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when i'm penetrated randomly by magic fire of creation I neither burn nor scald...

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u play the part of death so well The drama queen - welcome to home sweet hell Ring a bell Yeah I know your tell Succubus nocturnal always on the make Far too nefarious to suffer a mistake Dressed to thrill, eyes that will Priceless, will never be left to pay the bill Anywhere you go there is an unmistakable chill. You want it...

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Stars sparkle in the black velvet sky Lit with orange and red Meteor appears as a shooting star A bright streak of light Across the heavens The moon, a lovely crescent A midnight gust blows overhead The darkest ink lays before dawn Arrives the bewitching hour When the veil between life and death Is at its weakest Phantom limbs intertwine...

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What's my name, who am I, what's my name/ My true name sounds something like Malfaeus/ Ring a bell, are you scared, you know me now/ I am the most feared in the world/ I am more feared than the Devil/ Even the Devil trembles with fear/ A fear like no fear/ Malfaeus, my name sounds something like that/ What am I, why...

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a numinous mist spied by the young ones unseen by parents forming in the dining room above great-great-grandma Rutherford’s claw foot oak table supernatural magic, kept in secret compartments by the young...

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They make the phone ring They look at it. It rings Things appear Things disappear As they will it I'm going to be like that Someday And I'm going to learn to fly No lard of swine No spleen of snake Yet a wish- impelled flying machine My body I'll make Alone Into the mouth of my Beloved I will fly Into the air The cloud The face The wind I will fly Baby...

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God damned the Demons of Hell to Hell God damned the Demons to Hell Let us depart, Beloved ,Where their morbid howls don't swell, In our ears, in our minds, Coiling weaving diabolic binds. Let us go, my Darling To a place All silence in the air... No Devil, no Demon, No Fetch, no Wanton, Would never ever dare To puncture our Quiet With slanderous riot Perverted lies, Bone-chilling...

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Supernatural and Naturalness We are in the season of all plants and substances in addition to normal seasons. In the season of fruits, everywhere seemed to be in season for a fruit. If the fruit changed,the season depended on the taste of the chosen fruit. Fruits would be finished,transition to plants would be made,plants would be finished,vegetables would be...

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I saw my name written and with its sight smitten, reflected on the door, a little something more....

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sometimes misconstrued in a fluorescent grove where malachite petals marry emerald blades verbose biting chews too close to the cheek among a confetti of bees amid undulating bumps of raw superfluous air interdimensional entities of spectral occurrence wave with graphic-less suave to gurgles, to coos, to hehs seek noodle communication to a bouncing mistaken few using the eyebrow medium of coincidence a babbling infrasonic tool of curious...

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Oh my darling come to me I long for you and want to be Wherever you are, us and we Plural pronouns that agree I love my dreams, I really do They may be good but they're still not you And though at times they seem so real I'd rather have something I can feel Your lips I'd kiss romantically I wouldn't...

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V. He could hold his breath over a minute, bullets hit water, didn’t penetrate it, he’d used this trick before against his foes, water stopped slugs fast, not many did know. When he rose again the demons were out, so Sol cried out “Have you had enough now?” The wounded demon just pulled out a knife, charged forth through the water to end...

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IV. Their faces looked shocked when they saw the flames, looking at each other for someone to blame, then Sol cleared his throat, and they look to him, their leader stepped out, his eyes cold and dim. “I didn’t expect that I’d find you here,” said the demon, hos voice heavy and clear, “Looky here boys, it’s God’s own assassin, and I’m in...

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