Witchcraft Poems - Poems about Witchcraft

Calling the spirit to tell me a spell I need to seek revenge A spell for me Take a piece wood Carve a face A silver chain Wrap chain round and pull side to side Cursing the one you hate ...

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Now I have the money Time to escape Before Djinn wakes Help I’m running in haste I think he’s coming ...

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There is no slave of Hecate it’s sea soft shell saves and covers me though no bliss unaware but the pull of her hair drags her back to reality though sand soft curves It limestone hurts your pink poker hands on fire they burn and prick at the skin of a lizards sin there is no slave of our Hecate with twisted nails filled: grime and...

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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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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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Agnes Sampson there you say, As frightened even now as to the strong wind is to a blade of Hay, But we forget what made her the same, And what gave the evil fairy Maleficent-her name! We may accuse Esmeralda of witchcraft- Just because she loved Phoebus, But we forget that we too can fall like her from the raft, And then-...

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Mojito Conjuring When the bruja in the red dress sends me out this time, it is for the taste of sour oranges and garlic. Once, when I plied her with a cigar called Hoyo de Montyerrey, she coiled the smoke, said that I was still feral and untamed, sent me out for sugar so that I could learn my true name. Scythe-swinging, field-slave-singing,...

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Did I get dropped out the sky or floated to the surface Was I sent up in a elevator from the underground I have never seen pictures of myself as a newborn or infant No baby stories about baby milestones dislikes or like Told, my cry sounded as if I had a bell on my tongue No baby stories...

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La bruja hechicera, with an impious hex, from the marshlands beneath a foul swampy grave, she indeed summon Pumpkin Head. Rage is how his master wheels revenge; For the harsh reckless fatal end of some young spirit slain. His Abyss fiend ghastly nights of vengeance spreads. 'Tis best, no wise, to kneel in silent prayer. Repent for it's the only tool that might soothe the impinging...

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A cabin sees a creature cool from night of crawl and hunt in all of gravely stone and street in tone of light diffused by wane of moon a toothless gum with tutting tongue clicks her way like bats among the trees with hair of oaken leaves that perk each morn’ upon the sun but she with book...

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The bullying and bruising Went on and on for years, 'Til the time had come They'd atone for her tears Aimed at those people The cruel and the two-faced, For revenge is sweet ... And she wanted a taste If only they'd befriended her And if only they knew, The humble, homely girl Practiced a little voodoo All mouths sealed shut And all eyes went blind, The...

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go cast some spells, ride a broom, eat someone's guts, and don't give a , life is short, days are numbered, matematic we are all dead, practic, we still breath, more y days will come, so what! lets make a pile, i wonder, how many do we need, to reach the sky?...

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Confabulation My precious reminiscences that open the magic doors, you are sweet-speaking witches, who hold bell-lamps with a tricky smile. The spring comes back when you chant with your crimson lips. My charming prince is waking up when you do rituals with your wand. Your spells change my drops of sweat into fragrant flowers! Influence of your mystic witch-ball making...

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All of us without exception laughed: On the Pacific Ocean a raft! Why would one big waters dare with craft And hope to make it without witchcraft? All the big lips in the small room laughed: One saw a snake's fangs and cold beer quaffed! A nice tale but the teller just daft, My cash not leaving my pocket's baft....

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Hocus Pocus ~11/30/22 ~Contest: A Brian Strand Choice Hiku, Footle, Tanka, Clerihew...

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