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Uta Jun 2018
Wolves lurking through the trees,

hunting, surviving in the cold breeze.

Monsters hiding beneath the ground,

killing and slaughtering everyone around.

He who searches the sky,

will find the stars amplify.

Witches, wizards, elves, and dwarves,

they all fight for something that isn't yours.

Wealthy or poor they are all the same,

dying and living is just a game.

Do not be fooled by the allure,

it can trick you into thinking obscure.
Comment and tell me what you think.
Inspired by the Witcher 3 Lullaby of Woe.
Please, if you have a better name title for this poetry, tell me.
Aa Harvey Jun 2018
Eyes


Dark and dreary, leave me here bleeding;
Living in the dirt was never meant to be easy.
Broken in three, I was never allowed to be free,
From the shackles of your society.


Down and out and I couldn’t care less;
I will never try to pass your test.
I need no acceptance; it is of no consequence.
All that matters are my ideals and finding the next sentence.


Leave me howling at a full moon surrounded by women in black;
There are whispers in the air
And they speak of dancing naked under moonlight.
No owl to be found to ask a word of wisdom, I catch my breath;
Surrounded in the darkness with a flash of flesh,
I am carried away to a place of pleasure in the middle of the night.


Wearing black to not fit in and not caring if we stand out.
Pop is trash; all they ever do is whisper so they can shout.
In the night we are lost, never to be found inside your thoughts.
Cook your food in your no picture apron and say oh my, somebody calls.


Society is made from gravity, but a poet cannot be kept down.
We must fly, so give us immunity; I cannot be, fall in line here and now.
Can’t be late, we must pay, we cannot say, we cannot be;
All we want is to be allowed to speak,
But the laws of life keep us from revealing our poetry.


Still the sound in the night, a revolution in the air.
Politics, it’s all tricks; it is here and it is there.
Corruption is everywhere; they are all wrong, but do they even care?
Welfare state, what a state, this is what leaves me falling down
And all they can do is stare.


(C)2016 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Amy Slocombe May 2018
I lived a life of freedom,
To have it all replaced.
By a life of judgement and trial,
A horror yet to be faced.

****** the condemned,
For what they haven’t done.
String them up for songs
That have yet to be sung.

From the gallows they fall,
Into a pit of black dispair.
A murderous streak continues,
The country standing there.

They look on in distaste,
As more are hung in haste.
When the death toll starts to rise,
Upon this place,
God will close his eyes
AllyRose Apr 2018
Her magic held captive.
A strange feeling lingers in the air.
The saints take blame for the sinners sins.
There is sorcery everywhere.
They light fires.
They burn witches.
What goes around comes around.
She has a temper that can burn down bridges.
Kaumudi Jan 2018
A
Little
Magic in
Her broom,
A little magic
In her black hat.
You know a Witch is a
clever lady who is always with her furry black cat!!!
My visual poem!
©2018, The Witch's Hat by Kaumudi.
Mariel Ramirez Jan 2018
If loving you was a mistake,
either way—mine to make,
says she, to shape in my hands,
your body. And this pain?
Mine to deal with.
Deserved,

maybe, found guilty,
for trying to trick you
into loving me. Through
the whispers, the touch, she
laughs, inducing only
ecstasy—

What if the burning at the
stake is not the witch's
fate, but her pleasure?
Her final triumph. No end
more fitting. Nowhere
to escape but
in flames.
Megan Parson Jan 2018
At the stroke of midnight,
When sleep is at its height.

A ghoulish mist engulfs the town,
Bewitching even the Gothic Parish.
Marring its beauty with sinister a frown,
Ivied gates forbidding all that is nightmarish.

Its tall angels now grotesque gargoiles,
Tis when the witches own the sky.
Hidden by moonlight, for youth they toil,
Decades of immortality, watched with sharp an eye.

The towns square, a friendly place,
Now expressionless, a face.
Rings with its blurry past, haunting,
It's residents hiding, whence the hunting.

The witches doth confess,
The town's too quiet for us to obsess.

Begs the darkest one:
"Let us recess, to that dark cess,
Whence we came from.
Tis better to live a day hungry,
Than to be denied your place in history !!"
Suzanne S Nov 2017
Tear it all down
It is built on rot,
The sickly sweet cologne of wonderland decay,
And we are starving
But watch it wither ,
Feral smiles painted ****** across our cheeks,
Prodding at the scars with witches nails,
Hunters in the fray;
Spitting poison and daggers and shards of glass,
Leaving small disasters in our wake,
Too many to fathom
Still we are starving,
Tearing the world apart at the seams
From within,
Demanding:
You peel back the curtain
and you will witness the ruins
Filled with our skeletons picked clean,
But the flood water is rising,
And we have been so hungry...
Peel back the curtain.
We are done waiting.
Fantail feathers, of a hazy, 'yellow-orangish-moon'…

Jack-O’ Jack-O’ Jack-O’ Lantern
Jack-O’ Jack-O’ Jack-O’ Lantern
Jack-O’ Jack-O’ Jack-O’ Lantern

Skeleton-scythes, thorny-stars, swaying in the swoon,

Jack-O’ Jack-O’ Jack-O’ Lantern
Jack-O’ Jack-O’ Jack-O’ Lantern
Jack-O’ Jack-O’ Jack-O’ Lantern

Fire-pits and witches brew and cauldron’s smoking tricks?

Jack-O’ Jack-O’ Jack-O’ Lantern
Jack-O’ Jack-O’ Jack-O’ Lantern
Jack-O’ Jack-O’ Jack-O’ Lantern

Little dwarves and wolves and serpents crawling; leftover people bits,

Jack-O’ Jack-O’ Jack-O’ Lantern
Jack-O’ Jack-O’ Jack-O’ Lantern
Jack-O’ Jack-O’ Jack-O’ Lantern

Trumpets hailing arrival, of Pale Rider, can you hear his tune?
Fantail feathers strain the sight of harvest-yellow moon,
Skeletons, fire-pits, witches, cauldrons and Old Nix,
Animals of evil’s calling, tricker-treaters; Hallow’s Eve and ****** grit!

Jack-O’ Jack-O’ Jack-O’ Lantern
Jack-O’ Jack-O’ Jack-O’ Lantern
Jack-O’ Jack-O’ Jack-O’ Lantern

Pray to Sáeta, Satá, Saturn…

Jack-O’ Jack-O’ Jack-O’ Lantern
Jack-O’ Jack-O’ Jack-O’ Lantern
Jack-O’ Jack-O’ Jack-O’ Lantern
Children's poem. "Sa/Sae," was the root word in Sumerian for black. Saturn in fact is, "Sah,"-Sumerian "Tournos," -Greek which means the, " turning/rotating black." Anything found in the night time sky became associated with the god of this blackness; The Black God. Constellations became part of his narrative each one being an aspect of his nature or part of his attire or weaponry or something he first created. Even the eyes of/in his wings. Jack O Lanterns are used to ward off his legion of evil spirits.
cassie sky Oct 2017
I empathize with sally
Made up of scraps and stitches
A living voodoo doll
In a time when they burned witches

A product built to spill
Utterly breakable
She sneaks a song at night
But she cannot face the light  

She just can't get a taste
That will satisfy
The endless hunger
I pity her no longer

We want the craze of the chase
There's magic in the displace
We want to never ever stop
Till we rise or till we flop
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