Witchery Poems | Examples

The Classless Jealousy

Jealousy is not the portion of the unsuccessful alone;
even the prosperous are consumed with envy.

Jealousy is not the lot of the poor;
even the wealthy are corrupted with spite.

Jealousy is not the flaw of the worldly alone;
even the religious carry it behind sacred veils.

Jealousy is not the preserve of the unlearned;
even the educated are not spared its poison.

Jealousy is not the garment of the uncivilized;
even the well-travelled are ensnared by it still.

If jealousy be the final stage into witchery,
then no wonder even the exalted cast the darkest spells.

Rococo Seduction

O lady, banish my monochrome days
and weave your coppery threads into
a dim red florescence of coyote words;
There you stand draped in beige chiffon

against the Tomistic piety of a striptease sea
continuously playing with creamy pastels,
O lady, gallantly unleash your plump cherubs
and licentious cats with that Guerlain

je-ne-sais-quoi witchery of your vanilla
perfume darts; throw a rain-soaked
dusty rose like Madame Pompadour,
I am flying into the sugary abyss of setting suns,

My whole world is tinted in Bouchet’s
Prussian blue and silks of flickering coral
as the dragons keep fighting in the heavens
to bring us April showers and champagne pearls.

Mariah

Is the wind alive? That’s what the Choctaw believed.
The Apache called it, apocryphally, “the breath of the world.”

To them, the wind is the trickster you never see,
a joker on the plain of life.

What’s always arriving and always leaving?

What’s as old as the world, yet forever current?

Ever present and tireless, it seldom sleeps,
holding up jets, herding clouds like sheep,
filling sails, stirring leaves, causing rough seas.

What’s always passing, but already everywhere?

The Cherokee named ‘air’ the ‘keeper of spirits,”
because it sighs, cries, whispers and moans.
They credited it with great power and influence.

Today, we watch the skies with doppler witchery,
we forecast its path, with the gambler's odds - see,
the wind has turned on us, many times - like a tornado.
.
.
Songs for this;
Colors Of the Wind - End Title by Vanessa Williams
They Call the Wind Maria by Harve Presnell
Windy by The Association

Witch

Wicked cold wimp weaving 
       Wrinkled woes on Samhain
       Warlock of witchery
       Waving threefold fiction
       Whilst hanging on chaos
       Wretched and worthless from
       Worn out dry iced love spells

Witchery

We both found tenners 
at our own happy diversions-
mine on a jog, she 
with her boyfriend walking. 

She waves passing 
in her yellow mini 
the very moment she’s crossing 

my mind. Another jog
in this *** little town we both 
happily make do with. 
I’m thinking 

she could be my love,
(we think it fun pretending)
or just habitual friends, 
both bearing love 
for the labyrinthine. 

Because she speaks 
to the moon like I do, palms up 
to dark-embedded lightness,
opening 

doors to any rabbit holes 
we can find. The kind 
who relish mysteries 
of all sorts. And dancing

is to us more stimulating 
when it strikes the viewer 
as strange, like doing it 
while jogging. 

Our voices in union speak
as if magic or simulation,
together released from needs 
to decode all the curious messages 
about releasing.

Witchery

You can shout it from the mountain tops 
While you dance and sing 
Serenade me ‘til the music stops 
It still won’t mean a thing 

You can light up all the words you say 
Maybe mingle in my rhyme 
That might’ve worked but not today 
You won’t persuade me not this time 

You can tell me that your world is mine 
Even beat on my own drum 
You may promise that you’ll tow the line 
And not delay my kingdom come

You can wave your wand if it still works 
Cast your spells of false delights
You can say you love me ‘til it hurts 
But I’ve learned that your love bites 

~Billy Hitz~

Wendy Witch Changed My Mind

When I was a child witches were the demonic devils in faerie tales.
I was terrified of the old lady up the block who looked like Margaret Hamilton.
Witches, witchcraft and witchery were to be feared, and I was frightened.
Harvey Comics changed it up when they introduced us to Wendy Witch.
Wendy was kind and compassionate, she wanted to make friends.
She was a soft-hearted upstander who stood up for other people.
This was a new witch, a witch I wanted to know better.
She changed things up in my head, and I looked up witchcraft.
Witchcraft is not Satan’s workshop, it is gardening, it is herbs, it is awareness.
“To no one do harm” is the witch’s creed.
Who were these men who wanted us to fear witches?
Possibly jealous men who did not know how to garden.
I thank Harvey Comics for my mind shift regarding witches.
And Wendy Witch of course!

Cats Not the Musical

Cockroaches backstroke lazily 
in pools of condensed milk.
Stacked newspapers pile up,
yellowing ingrained tabloids.

Her bed has a curved spine,
her couch is a witchery shaped coven,
a semaphore center for twitching tails.

At her whirling core, she is mad,
the way angels go mad,
with bright-eyed ecstasy.

The cat food cans are collectible,
labels brown in a mold-tinted twilight
all else decays 
with the half-life of stale urine.

She calls her pink-tongued children
by secret names,
names handed down by necromancers
to generations of neurotic felines,

cackles, while she sleeps, spinning fur balls
the size of small planets.

Winter Witchery

Woodland wildlife were weather wary, withdrawn.
Wily wolves watched winter's warning... woebegone.
Wildflowers withered while worrisome willows would
whisper, "Winter witchery weaves within Wildwood."

Watching with wonder, were winged whippoorwills. 
Windstorms were whirling, wrecking wooden windmills.
Wrathfully whipping while wretchedly whistling, which
wakened wry Wanda... Wildwood's wickedest witch!



July 1, 2022
Begin with a letter contest
Sponsored by Angela Tune

Witch With Goblins

It has been stated in the witchery world
That the head top notch with will be in red
I have an inkling this book is true

So here is one who has her own goblins.
They are green and maniacal.
I stare, fascinated.

Before
I
run
like
Hell…..

The Bitter Truth

This lovely fruit that clings to tree:
it beckons shyly, just to me.
Not an apple to pick, alas;
nor a fine pear--I almost pass.

But then a perfume fills the air,
almost too sweet for one to bear.
And so I pick this lovely fruit
and give to one in my pursuit.

She thought it beautiful, at first.
I wasn't ready for the worst.
The face she made was new to me,
her screaming fraught with witchery!

She threw the beastly thing at me,
and ran away: I watched her flee.
What smells so sweet but tastes so sour?
That, I now know, is lemon's power.

What a faux pas I had just made.
But it unmasked a grand charade.
As lemon and the girl portrayed
that which lies within and not displayed.

Lizard In Our House

There’s a lizard in our house,
At the last there was a mouse.
And we called the mouse Klaus,
Now there’s a lizard in our house.

Soon there will be a roo,
Koala, Possum, Emu too.
Swear it’s really true-
There’s a lizard in my shoe
A lizard in my shoe
In our house.

There’s an emu in our car,
He’s playing his guitar,
He thinks he’s a big star
The emu in our car
In our car

There’s a wombat in our school, 
King parrot makes a rule
‘No wombat in our school;
This is birdy school
Birdy Birdy school
Bird.Dee.School

There’s a dingo on a boat,
A possum on a float.
Koala writes a note-
I’m in a life…coat
Please dingo stop your boat
Ding stop your boat
Stop your boat

Above goes flying fox,
In his orange jocks
With stripey coloured socks
Coloured socks

There’s an echidna in the pub,
Hugging witchery grub
Platypus guards the door
Croc is on the dance… floor
Doing a little dance
Dancey Dancey Dance
Dancey. Dance

Preying Mantis serves up drinks,
Southern Cross looks down and thinks…

Evil Eyes

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.

Git Thee Behind Me Satan-

GIT THEE BEHIND ME SATAN-
All my soul within me pitching
Git thee behind me Satan
All my soul within me ditching
Only this and a shepherdess
Much I not marveled the mystic exorcist
Git thee behind me Satan
My mind always strays to enchanters

Much I not marveled this splendid priestess
I discovered the alchemists
And its eyes have all the witching
Git thee behind me Satan

The whipsaw witchery whipsawing 
And so I screamed, 'Is that a theologian?'
Enchantress - enchantress - enchantress!
Suddenly, I heard some magicking
God forbid
The occult smiled

God and I proclaim...Git thee behind me Satan
Demons cries and flees
Gods children and angels singing
Git thee behind me Satan

8/9/20
written word by James Edward Lee Sr. 2020 ©

Reserata Carcerem Xvi

lanky love's a sassy spell;
airy alakazam, wit's nest
callous cauldron oozing nectar
wanky witchery, salient bicker

its features foil hankering hoists
masticated moaning churn coils
dark dirge clothed'n rustic rhythm
crisp crescendos, masked melody

its reeling riffs are worn to trail;
etched'n concerto grosso - pored pain
throbbing thumping - its hampered hymn
bounty blitzkrieg, lame, bruised lyrics

love has no worth until it's a trade:
partners banking assets they've made.
         '20:06:09:10:23

Note: of lured love.

• Short Witchery Poems
• Famous Witchery Poems
• Best Witchery Poems
• Read Witchery Poems
• Long Witchery Poems
• Witchery Quotes