Witching Hour Poems - Poems about Witching Hour

...Death, you're freed; With one taste define nightlife; Now I will take you, drip for me as I taste and then erase your anguish; Give yourself to the Witching hour; Strawberries decadent in ......Read the rest...

...They project at night in the wee hours looking to see what they can harvest Be still so that you can grow to know peace or else the lessons reaped will be the hardest They don't know your reach t......Read the rest...

...starlight brought a unicorn to our village in the middle of the night few were awake, but of course I was for it was the witching hour perhaps the unicorn hour too I stared at the beast, feeling......Read the rest...

...DISTURBING Last night at the witching hour, I was woken from a dream By the sound of ghostly howling And a shrill primaeval scream. I opened one eye cautiously And there ab......Read the rest...

...I would like the power to instill empathy in every human being I meet Giving them beautiful smiles and hand waves as I walk down the street. I would let the magic of kindness and love filter into......Read the rest...

...Dark moments past witching hour, mind watching the clicking of neural connections dicing the silence. The past and future keep gatecrashing the eye in the middle of your nowhere. The only th......Read the rest...

...Written: October 20, 2023, If an opera cannot be played by an organ grinder, it's not going to achieve immortality. By Thomas Beecham ___________......Read the rest...

...Whatever happened to the twelve o ‘clock rambler, nocturnal venturesome brushstroke sort, they face whirlwind snowfall, freezing ice, while others brazenly squirm, not for stoic diarist this thre......Read the rest...

...NIGHT BEWITCHES Night offers that welcome darkness With only the pale moon to observe When undefined things will emerge And those rare emotions can surge Strangest sounds that touch a nerve A......Read the rest...

...Which way does the spell go? Where does her fury go? Wry face and fuming heart Wilted meadow we see Witching hour saddles her Waiting to cast the spell Walking on mystic lanes September ......Read the rest...

..." (Two roads) diverged in a yellow wood and I choose the the one less traveled by and that has made all the difference. " ......Read the rest...

...It is three a.m. The witching hour. Trixie, my muse wants to play, do I want to sleep? It does not matter. My muse has me by the shortest nerves. She is not letting me go either. She loves to l......Read the rest...

...Whatever happened to the twelve o ‘clock rambler, nocturnal venturesome brushstroke sort, they paint sound and city pastel, never at a loss for inspiration, weather neither bar nor barrier, in ......Read the rest...

...Gathered but disconnected at their core Witching hour wakefulness On display whilst alone......Read the rest...

...icy wind blasts straight through the cracks and drafts blowing the world down eerie, ugly, haunting sound won't be ignored then comes the rain stinging the streets bullets of hail whi......Read the rest...