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The little gulf of
Costa Rica

Is where I first
Saw the true power
Of the Word

Our words
My words
An Elder now
My words

I changed the course
Of lifetimes with
One knock
Of the

And now I know better
Than I ever did that
My words are like spells

True or not
They are real
They have power
They alter

My words
I choose carefully
My words

Until lately I throw my words
Like bullets on the internet

I never know
If they land or not
But I curse

The Words
I spoke in


12:30 pm
August 30th
I want to run
To run away from you
I want to run far far away
to the land of  dreams
Where I won't find you
Not even in my sins
how much you hurt me?
I have serious scars
My past is painful!
please don't think  
I care for you...
I still haven't decide!
Someone just told me
'What would you do if
I had a magic wand?'
I will just vanish you
I will still love you
But I will just vanish you
Samreena Lodhi Dec 2018
I wish there was magic in life
a little spark from a wand
with some spells out of a mouth
for good ones specials around
for bad ones only the drought
a little bit of magic dust
raising you to infinite heights
some Alvens and Ashrays
to play with, in summers heat
salamanders creeping in hallway
helping to keep the house warm
some pixies for autumns and springs
making garlands to beautify everything
a wand of disappearances
operate in our very
who is the conductor
of its vanishing

where once our fellow
poets did pleasantly
now the wicked wand
has eradicated their

numerous blank spaces
symbolize the conductor's
employing a wand which
has emptied the

black the hour
black the day
a black instrument
whisking them all too
suddenly away
a wand so dark
of intent
wanting to wane
our writers tent

the subtracting conductor
will be planning future
so be mindful of its
wand's unsolicited
Up until three days ago, poet Rye Sing was actively contributing and commenting on the Hello Poetry site.  I find it most strange that he/she has just disappeared into thin air.
Egeria Litha Nov 2016
If my sexuality consistently gets used
Against me
Then it becomes my weapon
The wisdom that a man's greatest weakness
Is simultaneously his greatest strength
Becomes realized
Reflected in domesticated animals
We give up our instincts
In an environment where the wild
Doesn't belong
After years of suffering
I grab my wand for the first time
Although lifetimes ago I may have done so
This time matters the most
Because it is happening now
I grab my wand and wave it through the air
the journey to learn how to use my Magick power
Enemies draw closer
Only to get blasted down by light
Aum harnessed from my throat
I will use fire to protect my life
Hovering owls in the night
All according to plan
Magic birds witness
The transpiring of balance
Coming to this planet in need of healing
Divine feminine we are here
Mary Magdelene is near
Absolutely have no fear
Lilith is on the sidelines
Visiting dark beings
In human minds
Kali is by her side
Tongue hanging out
***** for fresh heads in her multiple hands
Yemaya stirs in the ocean
She howls, "Just leave me alone!"
As Bolon Ik traverses time away from her twin flame for longer than she can bear
Exposed in a terrifying way
But men cannot Divert their eyes
As The most beautiful women
Turns some into stone,
Others to salt,
And only the righteous of souls -
Deliverance as The Call To Rise
Steve Jul 2016
Early one morning
As first light was dawning
A gorgeous big lizard
Woke up in bed with a seditious old wizard
His eyes were closed
His wand exposed
So the lizard sunk his teeth in
And the wizard's wand was eaten
The lizard thought he was chokin'
But the wizard's spell was broken.
(amongst other things)
Everything else was unspoken
And the wizard lay there smokin'
While the lizard slipped away
To greet a brand new day.

© Copyright SE July 2016
There are different kinds
All the same
All different
Different sizes and colors
They make up parts of life

Soap bubbles
Cleaning, scrubbing
Washing dirt, grit
And all the bad
Reflecting you
Your surroundings
In different colors
Different views

Word bubbles
Floating up from the heart
Trying to escape
Only a few make it
The rest
Broken inside
Choking you
Restricting you
Making you regret
Not opening your mouth
To let them out

The best kind of bubbles
Bubbles of laughter
Bubbles of joy
Bouncing out of your mouth
Tickling you until you let them out
The fun bubbles
That make that joy
Drawing the wand
Blowing the joy
Into the bubbles
Until they are ready
To go
And spread joy of their own

Bubbles reflect
Joy and sadness
The two polar opposites
That compliment each other
You cannot have one
Without the other
Sometimes the bubbles of joy
Will pop
Explode in your face
But you can take out your wand
And start all over again
Cat Fiske Jan 2016
If I could wave a magic wand,
as if to wave away everything to becalmed,
would you, would I,
look up at the sky,
and tell me if you can see,
if you cannot we still aren't free,
as the sky has taken overview, over us,
we must learn to love ourselves, **** it up,
and not fall down, but rise up.
we all must stop trying to play with magic,
and get our heads out of such tactics,
but uses our mind,
to lead our souls less blind,
than wands won't matter,
no matter how big a disaster.
idk a poem
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