Witch Poems - Poems about Witch

Label each other, What a witch! Just like mother, Genes passed to smother....

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He steps into moonlight, strings ablaze, A spell-bound master in a midnight haze. Notes crack like lightning, dark flames rise, Echoes twisting through spectral skies. From covens deep and forests old, He forged a sound both fierce and bold. A serpent’s hiss, a banshee’s wail, His fingers dance—an...

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She set up as the wise woman and making medicine she began. Mary Bateman was here name and magic powers she did claim. “I’ve come to help those poor people who with health problems have trouble. A doctor's fee they cannot pay so endure pain day after day". Soon among the poor of Leeds the word has spread of her good deeds and of...

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Witch Is Worse Ha-Ha. Just Kidding. Which is Worse? Tired Of Winning Or Tired Of Losing? You Might Be Surprised. But, Some People Aren't So, Don't Be Too: Dis-Appointed. -Gray Squirrel 04-08-2025 ...

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jabed in frilied thawn a witch blugued the trees with her a wabled thag did tread and mollied at her knees frool frool the witch that dawn opockied beebs and bubs to seeb a charm on the morrow’s morn to make her beautolub then to slame the wabled thag who drooved a dan with her and he to seeb some of the charm wable he lover and so that morn agleeded frash the...

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SETTING THE TRAP FOR MARTHA BRAE ARRIVING WITH ENVY WATCHING MY ENTIRE FAMILY SURROUNDING ME WITH LOVE RATHER AT THE POOLSIDE OR IN MY LIVING ROOM 2020 MY GRANDDAUGHTER ARRIVED FROM KUWAIT OUR FAMILY IS VERY BIG ON PHOTOGRAPHY INCLUDING NEW YORK TIMES REPORTER FOR ME IT'S THE POOLSIDE PHYSICAL THERAPY FROM MY STROKE 2019...

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Witch Wilma’s accurate abracadabras no longer work Wiley wizard had jinxed her, that mean little jerk! She had to give up favorite kinds of bewitching Which made her pimply purple nose go wild with twitching Incantations and spells are now a thing of the past Mumbo jumbo sabotage of that little creep better not last!...

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The witch of the woods watches from the window, While willows’ webs weave wildly in the wind, And wicked whiffs of worm-water are wafting From the whirling well of woe and wallow....

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• The old lady down Marshall Road • The one they call "Satan's witch" • The raggedy woman whose claim to fame • Is the hex of a thousand-year itch • A rash worse than from poison ivy • With burns more severe than hell • She started small with a couple of men • Before throwingthem down a well...

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SEVERE STALKING FROM LEFT OVER STRIPPERS FROM PETER CLUB IN TAMPA ALI IA HILTON TALISA SHAW DANITA DELMONT AGENT KIWANI BUGGS FROM MY ABUSIVE EX HUSBAND STABLE OF JHORES HE SHARE WITH PETER GARGANO I REPORTED THE STENCH TO THE FBI AND STRIP CLUB LITERALLY BLEW UP MY HUSBAND PETER SRRIPPERS WERE EVERYWHERE PETER TRIED...

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ah Coffeetop Locks be the witch’s fox a cunning you pair in hand on the fringe of village life wings but inward at night for her work where you light then quickly on hocks ah Coffeetop Locks ...

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Never will I fear a Martha brae witch wearing my bathing suit scraping my slippers trying to force me to drown leaving Martha brae dirt gold dust from the Taino witch eh reeking havoc in America envy fear denial you will forever walking backwards and when you finally stop death the same death of Rasta...

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the town of Jingbut had a ding that chimed and chimed did ring and ring and a mystery was this loudly thing for over air and garden came straight through house each room the same for where you were it did not wane an all around an everywhere incessant ringing to the ear an omnipresent far and near it was a witch as told by some whose voice aloud when she was hung a curse to all she...

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A "witch" you called, a "witch" you fervently cursed, and a witch you shall see, for my eyes pierce the darkness of your ignorance, this neck is not for your cutting, these wrists are not for your chains, but they are mine to use, to dance around the fire that burns in the core of my soul. And I...

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I am the Voodoo Queen, draped in mystic skies, Where moonlight whispers and shadows lie. Beneath my veil, the arcane hums, The pulse of the midnight, where the serpent drums. Call me a witch, a name well-worn, Where magics bloom, and curses are born. But know this truth, as old as the sea: There is more to my craft than what eyes...

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