Supernatural Being Poems - Poems about Supernatural Being

An Outlook: The Supernatural Belief

There once a place
Filled with people from dark side
They were cold and unwilling
Some unaware life has ended

They go here and there
Or perhaps beside you
In front or at your back
Looking at you now

Going to forsaken places
 May lead to a dark path
Not aware of what’ll happen
Hence will be bewitched

Hunting for Mushrooms

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

Incomprehensible

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

Supernatural FIRE poetrix

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

Vampiress Unmasked

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

Bewitching Hour

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

Malfaeus

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

supernatural relatives

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

Witch Baby

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

Haunted House

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

Supernatural and Naturalness

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

A Little Something More

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

Aeriforms - Supernatural Scifi

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

Supernatural

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

Demon 'Punchers, Part V

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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