#witchy poetry

[tears-of-amber]

How I love the moon in Summer,

So cool and refreshing and full of wonder.

How I love the moon in Fall,

As she watches over us all.

How I love the moon in Wintertime,

So much softer than in her prime.

How I love the moon in spring,

Her beauty thaws and makes me sing!

-Velvet Rose 🌹

[thedarkmaidenn]

Poetry Prompt: shedding their touch

[honeyednotes]

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it is March now, but I am still coughing the harvests dirt from my lungs

in flecks now rather than clumps but it is still there

soon it will be replaced with spring soil, later with summer's ash

it seems I am doomed no matter where I go, cursed to continually swallow the earth like my tail

I came from her

I will return to her

this is merely interest

by Brie Thomson

[spellcraftpoetry]

As the rain rolls down Monte Circeo beneath the starry night I find you again, this time awake, in her arms.

Oh sister, thank you for bringing me this witchling. The voice I guide has been calling her for so long To her abode, in the lands of the west, And I have woken from a slumber to this newfound light.

When Summer swings From June to July, From the known to the unknown, Wild dreams flow through our minds.

A fledgling hatches to the noon Sun, Gaze upwards, basking under its protecting rays.

From her shell grows a nurturing tree, which will send her on an upward flight to a palace she has somehow seen before. A marble effigy to your grace sister, whence you nurture her for her journey.

And when her wings descend below, May she find my arm to rest on, For her soul nested atop the old tower, She reached, even before it crumbled.

May you rest, witchling, before we dance into the bright tomorrows ahead of us. And may our fortune shine.

[nashira]

a witch is a linguist, drawing dialects from the centuries / for us,

resurrection is nothing new.

[autumnsvoice87]

Thor’s Thunderstorm

I sit upon a stone

upon a path to rest

the sky darkens 

and thunder rolls in the distance

I sit upon a stone

while the air smells of rain

a freash crisp scent

of wet earth

The sky glistens

as the rain starts to pour

To escape from getting drenched

I find a tall oak tree

Thunder crashes in the sky

and my mind wonders to Thor

God of thunder

Thanks to Thor

For the summer Thunderstorm

Hail THOR!

Thunder cracks and roars

like a lion in the sky

Lightning lights up the sky

As if Thor heard my prayer

[inlightigrow]

Sometimes all someone needs,

Is for you to just be there.

For you to care,

Help see them through their struggle,

Care that they're in a tug of war,

A war in their head.

A kind heart,

Compassionate ear,

And someone to say,

"there's nothing to fear, I'm here."

© inlightigrow

[airlealilac]

Taste the Dirt

A flower for every hour I spent watching you. Now I must burn the fields, Perhaps the entire earth. Irrigate with fire a world submerged in eternal flood. The final days of Pisces ... the Goat burns in my blood.

I'll see you in the tunnels, Hollow veins of the Inner Earth. Will the Devil send a rainbow? I invite you to taste the dirt.

-- Anya Moon

Soon to be a song; I will definitely share the link when my band releases it.

[graveyardghoulhorror666]

Witch's Soul

A poem about witchcraft, witches, the Divine, feminine rage.

Ancient soul, full of divine knowledge The Goddess of the moon beckons thee upon the crooked path Bathe in the ethereal rays of the glimmering moon Unite with all the lost souls with a witch wound Ashamed to embrace their true self, afraid of persecution, a witch hunt

Have faith Sisters, for you are divine, immortal Forge your path, follow the signs & synchronicities Explore your inner magick, inner power Delve deep into your subconscious Transcend the mundane to reach the metaphysical The Divine awaits thee, they are always with you Guiding your path, along the way

Don't be afraid seek comfort from the universe When all you feel is feminine rage Give your pain a voice, express yourself freely Scream into the void and release control Ground yourself in the earth, the waves of the ocean, the wind in your hair, the warmth of the sun on your skin Connect with nature, in a primal, chthonic, carnal nature Reclaim your archetypal, cosmic, right as a divine feminine to thrive Condemning, unworthy, evil-minded, monstrous wickedness of ignorant non-believers

[lostkitty420]

I don't need to curse you

I don't need hexs or jars

crystal balls or cards

To see whats coming for you

& when it comes

& what's done is done

you'll know my words were true

[meganvanvolkenburg]

[thedarkmaidenn]

A quote or whatever, because death anxiety

[sofullofloveicould]

10. Write a poem composed of heroic couplets.

The maiden smiles down on me

The moon-beams of her smiles caressing, ever so lightly, the

worn creases and folds of my flesh

she pulls away at me until the night and I are one, our mesh

folded and unfolded, until by being leaks out into the air

she rides on the night’s fair

earthly perfumes.

it breaks into glittery glass-shard blooms

[spellcraftpoetry]

On the wake of Lughnasadh’s night, I hear words of yesteryear resurfacing.

Aphrodite’s voice, in her luscious glory flying gracefully through the air, coming to find my ear, as I hear a thousand first harvest before me. She stands, behind every campfire, strong in her magnificence, eternal.

She lets myself go, she lets myself grow.

As the feast finishes, I can feel the universe’s pulse course through my veins, with her power carried alongside it. May the coming days’ reaping bring abundance to fields and flesh alike.

And as the campfire dims, it reminds me what is to come, as it has been, as it will be.

So mote it be.

[bl00dknight]

Multifaceted darkness

[autumnsvoice87]

Purple Memory

I sat upon a rock

Watching the river waves

Flow upon the shore

I watched as love walked by

Hiking upon a forest path

My stomach churning

Like the waves flowing by

I say a prayer to mother earth

To give thanks for providing

The beautiful day

upon which I view

Soon love walked up to me

And presented a purple flower

The hue being light lavender

And my heart filled with glee

An act of giving thoughtfully

So simple yet so cherished

Alas the love I feel Is unrequited

Tis a gift of friendship

And nothing more

Yet I cannot help

That love has my heart Asunder

I accept and smile happily

And with humility

Knowing generally love

Still thinks of me

Thus I am not forgotten

In this vast world of cruelty

The purple flower's long petals

Dry out and fade away

But the act of kindness

Lingers on imprinted forever more