Witches Poems

Demon of Witches Tower

An ominous water tower
Stands tall in Starin Park
Barricaded by a spiked fence
Iron clads the stained-glass windows
A steel door bolted shut
What secrets lie within its walls?

On the night of a blood moon
Witches shrouded in crimson robes
Conducted a satanic ritual
To call forth a demon from hell.
The ceremony was a success, but at a cost.
Hellborn claws slew the

Older Witches Use Buckets

Older witches use buckets along with their broom
It’s the best way for them to safely dive, glide and zoom
They sometimes come in the window and fly around the room
sometimes hitting people in the head with their wayward broom

Salem, Massachusetts

                   Witches and Warlocks

                   Is New York City Salem Mass?

         

What a witch

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

Witches as they come

There were some witches I once knew
Reached out from their graves
To give me a kick
I ran and got some holly water
Poured it on to their graves
Hoping to dissolve their souls
Did it or did it not work
I haven’t heard a peep since.

the sorcerers apprentice

The old sorcerer was teaching his apprentice a lesson about the moon, but as usual the subject drifted, this time, to witches. “How would I know a witch if I saw one?” The apprentice asked.

“It’s not easy,” the old man began, scratching his beard. “There are three possible ways to spot a succubus who wishes

My Ambitions in the face of some witches

Some witches want to rumble
But they forget I believe the Bible

There are so many fights
Jealousy is alive but 
I survive because of the Blood of Jesus!
I am coming as a Kingdom Citizen
The witches are citizens of darkness
Brokenness taught me never to fear a fool
Being cruel will catch up with you
The Word becomes fuel as 
I

On The Morrow’s Morn - A Witches Tale

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

witches know what to do

Supersensory revelation
Explained to a witch’s delegation
They went to a higher elevation
As is their prerogative and their station
Enjoyed their annual celebration
Without the naysayer’s intoxication

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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

The Out-Shuffling of Stars and Witches and Angels

My hand splits the deck, divides the weight  
of galaxies and shadows, halves of fate.  
At a drive-in, the Cutlass grows hot; glass bursts  
like safety-grade stars scattered between laps,  
a witch pulling shards from her hair—  
blood owed but not her own.  

Starlings improvise in mirrors of sky

Dear Witches

Rise dear witches
stake your claim
time has come
you’re not to blame

Past generations
burned at the stake
now reborn
rise & awake

Show the world
what Witches can do
how wrong they were
to threaten you

Cast your spells
& cut the ties
from all the curses
& all the lies

Rise dear Witches
fly be free
time has come
so mote it be.

THE WITCHES FINGER

The witches finger

When night time falls on Halloween if you`re near the woods don’t linger
For if you stand to long this night you`ll feel the Witches finger.

It`s long and crooked with a pointy nail its skin is rough and grey
It comes alive on Halloween night but dead and black by day.

She wakens up but once

THE WITCHES BALL

The witches ball,

Halloween is drawing near
As the leaves begin to fall,
They`re flying in from everywhere
For the annual witches ball.

Toothless hags from north to south
And crones from west to east,
They gather on all hallows eve
To share a poisonous feast.

They circle above the forest
Where people dare not go,
And conjure up a coven
In the haunted woods below.

Fires spark

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