Poetry Blogs (magic)

magic (Remove filter)

Popular last 30 days

Recent Comments

adrian metcalf on Maddened (57 minutes ago)

Lisa C Bassignani on Yikes! (1 hour ago)

Jason Bayliss on Life and Hard Candy (1 hour ago)

Jason Bayliss on Yikes! (1 hour ago)

Jason Bayliss on A million more did start (1 hour ago)

Jason Bayliss on Dream (1 hour ago)

Devon Brock on The end of interest (2 hours ago)

Devon Brock on Replacement (2 hours ago)

Devon Brock on Life and Hard Candy (2 hours ago)

Jemima Jones on Replacement (2 hours ago)

Heartburn no more

Just like magic right under your nose
You are magic
Just like the fruits of the earth that we take so lightly like it's granted for infinity
The juice that we drink from the carton is magic like the orange it came from
Like the tree cut down for the carton we drink from
That magic tree...
Magic like me
Like you..
Like the lemons and limes
Make acids into alkaline almost to water
Heartbur...

Read and leave comments (1)

lifemagicmagical

Mortality

entry picture

Mortality stalks me 
like a jealous lover.

Breathlessly follows me
wherever I go, incessantly
banging a gong, 

chanting, 

it won't be long, 
come to me, let 
the pain end.

My eternal soul sees
this game of mortal gods 

and challenges me

to go where mortals
fear to tread...

Meditate in silent space
past the black hole,

beyond illness,
depression, despair

to that ...

Read and leave comments (7)

artdeathdepressiondespaireternityfreedomillnesslegacylifemagicmortalitypoetrysoulwriting

The Illusionist

It seems that the old-time "magic show" is experiencing something of a renaissance, especially in the visual mass media. Even so, I doubt its fundamental attraction will alter one iota. The gap between acclaim and scorn is still wafer-thin.

 

The Illusionist

 

Pay attention, dear reader, and I'll weave a magic vein,

where rabbits live in top hats and assistants float in air,

wher...

Read and leave comments (0)

alchemyattentiondisbeliefdrummingfragilefraudsterhandcuffshoofionizemadnessmagicmake-believesleughtsorcerertigersveinvions

Fairies

 

Like grains of rice, her love it grows;

Forms a crown from lush meadows.

Beneath their skulls with blooming fields,

Dandelions caress skin, living shields.

Arrays of light pour onto ivory,

Little, brown connect-the-dots scatter accordingly.

With envy in their eyes, the fairies hover,

Frowning between one another;

Wondering how they lost their glen

To a pair of human...

Read and leave comments (0)

fairiesmagicmyth

Poison Fairies

She waltzed amongst the roses,

Tiptoed upon the thorns

wrapped herself in petals,

Avoiding skin like nettles.

 

He was poison ivy,

Prickly like holly,

Poison berry kisses,

Cupid's arrow misses.

 

They wandered through the gardens

Creeping ivy binds them.

United by deadly nightshade,

Their home a fairy glade. 

 

Babies fed with seed pods,

Rosary pea a...

Read and leave comments (1)

Fairymagicpoison

Are Lyrics Poetry?

entry picture

Whether this is a controversial view I don't know. But over the years many have called the likes of Bob Dylan, John Lennon and even Paul Weller Poets because of the content of their song lyrics. I personally do find many of the latter two songs inspiring and poetry like 'That's Entertainment' by Paul Weller and 'Imagine' by John Lennon are two good examples.

I once had a manager who managed tho...

Read and leave comments (9)

Bob DylanJohn LennonLyrics. PoetryMagicPaul WellerPhotographyPhotosRussell C. BrennanVoyeurs Welcome

Dha Kro’z Ov Al-bi-an

entry picture

Dha Kro’z Ov Al-bi-an

(Tak’n frum ‘Dha Book Ov Kro’z’)

Koww Koww Koww
Wit wich hurd mi ple -
Kum down in hur
sno dres fin’ery.

Koww Koww Koww
“Giv mi vois”, sez I,
“For Kro iz sik ov
ra’ging at gray ski”

Koww Koww Koww
“I wish mi song be hurd,
tune’ful as a
prit’i lit’l burd”
 
“No, No”, sa she
“Nev’ar such a thing -
for u ar blak ov hart -
as blak of wing”

“I se u on ...

Read and leave comments (3)

bird songcrowscrows of albionearth magicfairy talefolkloremagic

Menage A Trois

entry picture

Menage A Trois

The creeping half-light
casts unnatural shadows
on a cooling path.

Silver sister moon
bites down hard on the sky king,
silencing bird song.

This, being England,
she does beneath a cloud veil
of shy modesty.

Unbelievers still
raise their eyes to the heavens
in acts of worship.

Magic or science -
or just something poetic
on a spring morning?

When the sun re...

Read and leave comments (6)

eclipsehaikusloversmagicscience

Becoming Alice

entry picture

I gaze into the rabbit hole. It does not gaze back. And still, I am ready to enter. 

This mischevious risk urges my desire

To fall within and forget all that is prior

I comtemplate the life I've lived and all the choices I've choose

And what is next in my life and where will my path go

I relieve my grip and accept this new phenomenon

I fall through the hole and embrace the myster...

Read and leave comments (1)

Alice In WonderlandHolelifemagicself discoveryWonderland

Rainbow

As I bask in the sun

The rain starts to fall

Droplets find the ground like silver

I am filled with childish wonder

Awaiting the magic, it appears

The colours bring my world

To life

My sky awakens

To excite me from within

I seek to find my utopia

Not for the riches of wealth

Only for the affirmation

Of magic

Are you looking for me?

You will find me at the e...

Read and leave comments (4)

childhoodmagicWonder

Blood Moon

entry picture

Blood Moon

“Sweet Katarina, dance for me”,
said the man with the black balloon,
whose face looked rather like a wolf
if glanced in the back of a spoon -
and for each dance she did for him
he would pass her another string
with a midnight helium ball
tied on to its end with a ring.

She danced until her little hands
were full of the magical twine
and the villagers all agreed
they’d ne...

Read and leave comments (0)

blood moonchild abductiondark fairy talefolk lorelossmagicrichpixtemptationwolf

Cycle Of The Scarecrow (audio version)

entry picture

Cycle Of The Scarecrow

before she came
I stood here
for what seemed like eons
with a blood red sun
setting behind me
my head full
of nothing more
than sawdust
straw and dreams
a hole in my chest
where beetles scuttled
happy come rain or shine
my only fear
that crows might see
through me
be brave and bold
and strut towards me
then peck out
my button eyes

now as the shadows g...

Read and leave comments (0)

CROWS OF ALBIONcycle of lifemagicscarecrowseasons

Another Day Of Bliss

 

Streaks of tepid sunshine

with magical golden spell

 

Provoke latent indolence

 for fresh fervor compel

 

Scatter of nomadic clouds

of varied  shape and form

 

Reflect strokes of artistry

  nature aiming to perform

 

Trees full with mangoes

heralding in joyous time

 

Cuckoo cooing in concord

 some singing choir sublime

 

Distant sight of g...

Read and leave comments (1)

appreciating lifebeautycontentmentMagicnatureslow lane

Wandering Fado

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Soft music offering backdrop

 in a tongue peculiarly diverse

 

It were some sort of a ballad

with words woven in a verse 

 

Couldn’t grasp what projected,

just felt the sense profound

 

It traversed beyond restrictions,

free spirited and totally unbound

 

The warm voice mesmerizing,

emanating from deepest of core

...

Read and leave comments (0)

appreciating lifeenchantmentinspirationmagic

Christmas Eve

entry picture

Christmas Eve

the snow fell
so hard and fast
that we thought
the earth had
turned white
overnight
and when
we stepped
into the flurry
the lining
of our noses
crackled
with the
sudden chill
and our fingers
screamed
to make it stop
to give them back
their warm blood

inside
the smell
of cinnamon
and spice
caught
on a draft
pulled from
the open door
for a second
the co...

Read and leave comments (5)

christmas cardchristmas evefreezingmagicsnowwhiteout

Cycle Of The Scarecrow

entry picture

expanded version of the blog I posted a few days ago - this time covering all four seasons.

 

 

Cycle Of The Scarecrow

 

A Scarecrow Dreams Of Living

 

A scarecrow in autumnal sheen

thinks of all that he has been.

His age old frame begins to lean

as bitter winds blow in, so keen.

He longs for days of evergreen,

so buys back time, wipes the slate c...

Read and leave comments (3)

fairy storyhorrorlife cyclemagicscarecrowseason cycle

Home Sweet Gnome

entry picture
Home Sweet Gnome
 
When the lights go out and no ones about 
In the gardens of our homes
 
There comes the cheery, happy, shout
Of  our friends the garden gnomes
 
They know its spring and work they must
They have a lot to do
 
The secret work that goes unnoticed
By the likes of me and you
 
There’s a hive o...

Read and leave comments (0)

childrens. gnomesgardeningmagicmiddle earth. spells

My Dragon

entry picture

 

My Dragon
 
A dragon lives beneath my bed, it hides there through the day
It waits until I’m all alone and all the adults gone away
 
Then at the bottom of the bed, I see its tail, uncoiling round and round
Then some golden wings, a slender neck, as if its coming out the ground
 
Its eyes are red and its breathing smoke and its teeth are sharp and shiny
...

Read and leave comments (0)

children's poetrydragonsmagic

Four Leaf Clover

entry picture

 

Four Leaf Clover
 
I saw two leprechauns last night
Doing a dance around our garden light
 
So I snook out the front, and down our back alley
with my hood pulled up just like a scally
 
Scaled next doors fence, then over ours
with a fishing net and two jam jars
 
Then I crept up…..I caught the two
They didn’t know just what to do
 
B...

Read and leave comments (3)

children's poetryelvesfairiesLeprechaunmagicmiddle earthsad

I believe in fairies

entry picture

 

I believe in fairies
 
I believe in fairies!…… don’t tell me that you don’t?
You don’t believe in fairies?…… Is it that you don’t?…. Or wont?
 
Yes I believe in goblins, trolls and fairies
And pink and yellow polkerdot canaries
 
I believe in wizards and dragons and magic
And fairytales both joyful and…….. tragic
 
I can conjure them in my own mind
See them...

Read and leave comments (3)

bed time poem for childrenbelievechildren's poetryfairiesinnocencemagicwonder

My Elixir

entry picture

 

I will make an elixir now.

Will you ask me how?

It’s such a simple science!

A bottle of reliance,

Another one with love and peace,

One more of trust love to increase.

I’ll mix all that with magic spoon,

My elixir is going to be ready soon.

And…to complete this picture

I’ll sing a song to my mixture.

How to take this elixir.

Five drops a day will...

Read and leave comments (3)

magic

Darkling Grail

 

Trees hide temple and given altar

Bride my foolish brother , my foolish sister

Merlin and his queen lady

she says thy spells

Seeks your secrets

Hide the light   and the steps  to his old Earth

 

Hand on lake

Let me touch the ice

Darkling grail 

Read and leave comments (1)

grailmagicmerlin

Blood Mage

Twisted Maleficarum turned abomination

desperately seeking a return to one's humanity.

Expelling demons,

pumping passion like the blood that summoned them.

 

Bleeding tears, sweating fears

soaked in trepidation.

 

Summon some feeling

no time for healing

when paint is just pain with

twin pronged brush strokes.

 

Tattered, trying, tonal

...

Read and leave comments (0)

ArtBlood MageDragon AgeEmotionsLegendsMagicMythPoetryPsychology

The Home

New poem! Also, if you want to read more things (maybe less poetry orientated - reviews etc) then go to my blog, here: http://haydenwritesthings.wordpress.com/ 

 

The Home

He takes actions,
holds them close to his
chest, feeling their weight
resting against his rib cage.

And the glasses come out
upside down, and sometimes
he rubs the inside with his
fingers to see if...

Read and leave comments (2)

carpetfloorglasseshaydehomelovemagicmagicalminimalmiseryshapesthe home

Glamorous Exercises

 

   Low she bends upon her knee

         Trawling fingers

         Through the sea,

         And the waves obey.

 

Wide she flings her arms to flare

         Butterfly wings

         Upon the air,

         And the winds obey.

 

Upon her toes stretched ever higher

         She plucks clouds

         From sunset fire,

         And the flam...

Read and leave comments (17)

magic

lifelines

entry picture
lifelines

 

she sits

she knits

the needles click

as strand by strand

in cracked crabbed hands

each stitch

might haul them

back to land

 

her days, her nights are one, the same -

a gift of darkness borne by grief

to wounds already salted well.

lips taste each quarter

of the wind; she hears the tides

advance, retreat -

as if in echoes from

some  ancient stranded shell.

she feels t...

Read and leave comments (7)

bereavementdeathhistorylosslovemagicnarrativesea

This site uses cookies. By continuing to browse, you are agreeing to our use of cookies.

Find out more Hide this message