How do you use the power of words to manifest your desires? Poetry is an inspired action that manifests a dream like state in the creator and consumer.

Have you ever been inspired to create a song or poem while depressed?

“This is the Universes way of motivating you into a deeper work with The Goddess.” Sandy witchAF founder… Eclectic Witch and Healer.

Some days a song will float down into my existence, sending me on a journey daydream of healing images and words.

Often if I will take the time to write these inspirations down, I will feel a lift in my spirit, a healing from the Divine.

Some of my favorite song writers and performers have claimed this very feeling when bringing down a song from the Universe.

“The end is just the start…” K Klay

 

My intention is the highlight talented Witch Poets in our community, building the power that comes with this gift…to reach out and inspire all to create.

We welcome you to share your poetry, music, art and creations with our 9k+ witches on Facebook. I will choose a few each month to highlight and bring the honor and praise you deserve. You are welcome to share your works below in the comment sections as well to become a published poet.

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I was lucky enough to find a couple of Poetress’s in our WitchAF community on Facebook. They were kind enough to share thier gifts with the community.

Please read, comment and share to support these talented Witch’s.

Blessed Bee to all who see… WitchAF

https://www.facebook.com/indigo.rose.372

https://www.facebook.com/sherry.holt.7528610

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indigo rose poet

“Beautiful Disaster”

By: Indigo Rose 🥀

Poor girl, Poor poor girl..

Four restless nights..terrorizing dreams..crippling screams of distances near and far..tight fitting constraints ..severe hunger so unbearably painful..I’d imagine hot pokers through the chest would be more delightful..sunrise brings forth a new day..

Shallow breaths..eyes fill up overflowing with tears as if they were buckets full of water being fetched from a well..as the ropes are slowly tightened more and more restricting all movement..

Gashes,slashes, and punctures producing a steady flow of the deeply beautiful vibrant rouge essence of life itself as if descending down from the darkest of rain clouds..

Satisfaction was achieved instantaneously..without any remorse or hesitation..

The warmth wetness soothing the body into a ecstasy like state…gazing up to see a familiar but oh so very pale face full of despair gleaming down..

Poor poor girl..

It’s almost a pity to waste such a beauty..removed at once..tossed out like a rag doll..disposed of in fire as mere trash..flesh boiling, bubbling ,and sizzling..reliving that moment over and over each time more pleasurable than the last.. bringing about that smug crooked smile on the face of the dark,damp,empty pit of one known simply as The Countess..

 

 witch poetry

 

Eye See You

By: Indigo Rose 🥀

I stare deeply at the windows…

Taking time to observe every detail around them before I cast my gaze within..

The small delicate physical structure can be quite deceiving..

The walls are fortified, rebuilt even stronger every time after the previous tenant caused destruction before abandoning it..rendering it temporarily inhabitable..

Beautifully painted exterior with the most perfectly crafted wooden door with a decorative glass view of course…

A ever growing garden of sunflowers and roses surround the inside of the window seals..

Growing,blooming,dying, and sprouting up again…telling a story of death rebirth and growth.. a fire burning intensely in the fireplace as if someone still resides there..

Old pictures and faded memories, still haunting the corridors awaiting their release..marble counter tops and floors with little deposits of dust..

The rooms are fully furnished, with the nicest hand carved furniture..

soft silk sheets that make up the bed..

But you can feel a void there..

Something is missing..

The one piece that should stand at the center.. the piece that makes a house a home..

Open up your windows oh house of many secrets..

Let down your defenses and unblock the passages that leads deep within the hidden rooms..

Release the old stale air that fills the walls to embrace the new..

Reconstruct your house to make room for two.

Just open your window and I’ll breeze right through..

Soul to my soul I call out to you..

Not to kill your flower but to guide it and bring your true you to bloom.

sherry holt poetry
REBEL WARRIOR
By Sherry Holt
Darkness rules with such Ferocity
Artificial wings of false luminosity
the fools of false saints blind
One seeks, yet falls in perilous traps combined
The ally of the evil one deceives
Back into his hand tis u he gladly receives
Forever death and rebirth for eternity
To repeat fruitless wars of futility
Guileless one, rebel warrior of old
Bestow upon me ancient secrets untold
Secret hero unsung, fallen, disgraced
Shamed, tortured, defiled, misplaced
For in the dark one finds secret light
Take caution for false luminosity has false night
Illusory nemesis, staged deception
Devil and God secret lovers since times conception
Labyrinth of traps to keep you tame, for its u they will blame
To break free walk the path of the black spiral flame
Mysteries hidden deep crevices plain view
Those who escape are hidden and few.
witch af poetry
“THE LONER QUEEN IN THE DARKNESS”
by Sherry Holt
Captivated lonely heart.
By silence and rage being torn apart.
Only comfort is blinding silence.
Abandoned by only friend, rage and violence.
Tears unheard, screams unseen. They awaken “The Loner Queen”.
Inside she dwells, she remembers hell.
She yells “Don’t leave this shell!”
Tortured by embers of sorrow.
Can only look to tomorrow.
Blinded and engulfed by yesterday.
Scared there may never be a better day.
Can’t look at the past, for it scalds me so fast.
It burns hotter than the sun.
Can’t say it was much fun.
So alone my soul awaits as it closes the gates.
In this black hole of solitude, I nurse wounds of multitude.
Careful not to let no one in.
In this solitude I let the healing begin.
I hide from sin, for it’ll burn me within.
In this dark womb queen nurses my wounds
Written by me October 2014 back when I was first getting to know Hecate.  She helped me leave a violent situation .

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