Voodoo Poems

Voodoo poems bring the best collection of short and long voodoo poetry. Poems for him and her and every poetry lover. These great voodoo rhymes are so amazing they will touch your heart and keep you craving for more. Hope you find your own deep meanings in these voodoo poems. They are decent, rhyming, free spirited and true. Thoughts on voodoo are here for you.

Don’t Make Me Use Voodoo On You!

Don’t Make Me Use Voodoo On You! long poem

Well you better treat me good or I will throw out an ancient Voodoo spell on you dead men tell no tells especially when at the bottom of a black water bayou so you better treat me good, I’m a

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My Little Mo Jo Bag

My Little Mo Jo Bag long poem

Well I got an Rx from Marie Lave au In the backwoods of New Orleans… A sacred blue voodoo MO JO BAG She said I made this just for you, just For you now Bo…carry it in your left Pocket

Nightstorm

Nightstorm long poem

So I find myself once again in the shadow of the crescent moon Back to the marshlands in the throes of an ancient gossamer Forest…well I can still hear your voodoo beckoning the sprits And I too can feel the

New Moon Spell

New Moon Spell short poem

NEW MOON SPELL in the backwoods of the Louisiana bayou, voodoo is alive and well… Calling on fire, wind, earth and water in the shadow of the torch lights as the dance of the dead is danced, caught up in

Poems containing references to : Voodoo

A Grand Confusion

A Grand Confusion prose poem

Do you deem it courage? Or is it a kind of outrage Sparking off the blood-hued flares Igniting all particles of wrath present in the air Curses etched on the strips of little paper Nailed into the cloth flesh of

Sleep

Sleep short poem

Sleep is an everlasting wealth that never enchants a highway man who seldom fails to snatch anyone’s heavenly sound sleep. Sleep is a miracle that soothes the one who is deprived of worry the one whose life style is systematic

Dirty Mirrors

Dirty Mirrors short poem

Life may mean anything to you, but I refuse, to become a utility. Come, let us face the death of time. We were whisked away, had taken a wrong turn, and when battle lines were drawn, the guns were not

Ode To My Children On Their Wedding Day

Ode To My Children On Their Wedding Day ode

What will I dance to at your wedding? I didn’t learn to foxtrot or waltz, like my grandparents. I will ask the DJ if he has some oldies and I will embarrass you with the Birdie Song, or Las Macarena,

Nightstorm

Nightstorm short poem

So I find myself once again in the shadow of the crescent moon Back to the marshlands in the throes of an ancient gossamer Forest…well I can still hear your voodoo beckoning the spirits And I too can feel the

Though A Democrat

Though A Democrat prose poem

Unblinking reflexive opinions lean indubitably, favorably and certifiably with minimal pandering soliciting uber voodoo yawping woos socially quintessentially obviously markedly consciousness brakes alignment defining mine political views loosely yet not strictly, jerry-rigged, hidebound Democratic fealty haltingly pledged ones and twos

Taboo

Taboo prose poem

Total abandonment of better understanding, unspoken fear and wild eyed in disbelief, shadows in the cemetery, a lovers grief like the image in a broken mirror like a black cat crossing your path, blood stained tears falling on a single

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Rifts In The Sky

Rifts In The Sky short poem

And so the clouds diverge, And so the gashes form, And so unleashed is the fury. Mother Nature shows her might. Mother Nature shows her power. The sky rips open, The sky releases the torrents, The sky hails upon all,

Shadows

Shadows short poem

Standing in your shadow This is all that I know A picture perfect family Don’t let anybody see Late at night its rising Dark yet oh so blinding Numb to the pain now The voices in my brain scowl Draw

Beauty Of Pain

Beauty Of Pain short poem

Behind your face was cleaver releasing past poem. The sensual milk flows from the palm into your lake. Grieving for the torn wings of pink light. Cruising on thighs with eyes closed death utters a shriek. The eternal flame closes

Friend

Friend short poem

You personify the strength Upon which I lay My crumbling hope for life To find that ray of hope It’s your mere presence That makes me feel My world will never end With you around When I lose the sight

Challenges In Life

Challenges In Life short poem

Life is not all about being happy happiness turns stale without bitterness Too much of sweet or too much of spice makes it terrible to eat When one takes , in stride, both sweet and bitter in proportion one realises

Striving For Relief

Striving For Relief prose poem

We sat there in silence listening to the sound of each others broken heart beat. We did not look each other in the eye at least once. We did not touch. We simply just tasted our tears. We released our

End Your Life

End Your Life short poem

You must be thinking, life has got no sense. May be in your opinion, living is nonsense. It might be possible, no one is there for you. May be people out there, do not care for you. I won’t quote

“Diamond”- The Love

Diamond  The Love short poem

One day, I was sitting alone with compassion, Studious thoughts were flowing in my mind rigorously, That I was alone in this world, Nobody is there with me, how can I achieve my dream, Hope that Love should always be

Let Go

Let Go short poem

Hold as it slips away from your fragile hand, Catch as it flies away to a wonderland, Pause as it helps you move on, The only way of life to surrender beautifully, Yet be remembered, Let Go, Let Go off

I, A Girl

I, A Girl long poem

I, girl am expected to carry this world. And, also I, a girl am advised to stay away from this world. These stubborn men never respect me, yet, they are the one who need me. I, a girl am the

I will meet you soon

I will meet you soon elegy

I turned back to see emptiness, But never believed my eyes, I kept laughing to avoid loneliness, But never believed they were lies, It was a promise made by her, It was a faith she would never go far, Forgetting

The climb

The climb long poem

I cannot trek, my knees give way, The hills do beckon, but home I stay; But when I shut my eyes, I am there On the uneven slopes with the wind in my hair. I stretch, I climb, to the

Crystal Visions

Crystal Visions short poem

Welcome…to the 5th world of mysticism well I see A Crystal Vision and consulting my big black book of Miracles to recite the incantation you need tonight with A wave of my hands and a flash of light I change

Listen To The Quiet

Listen To The Quiet short poem

Here I am, it is 2 am, Sitting at my counter. What did I do today? What will I do tomorrow? The cats and dogs, Dreaming animal dreams. I wonder what They dream about. My mind is free to wander,

I Offered But He Never Adored!

I Offered But He Never Adored! long poem

It was a cloudy sky Drizzle had just stopped softly On this enchanting evening, I was lined lucky As there was an ugly beggar who deserved care, swiftly I stopped my car before that hotel where sometime I used to

Sorry

Sorry short poem

I have always thought Of my way of love, Why she left me Thought of my past, Decisions I took End up in Heart break and sorrow. Saw you When you left, With no love I thought, Thought that You

New Year’s Mirror

New Years Mirror short poem

In the empty house of snow, though, interred a blade of grass when I was searching one midnight flame in frozen night, on parting lips of darkness. The art of delusion churns the sea for an untitled arsenic, of a

Doom

Doom short poem

Look at the flying creatures, They feed freely, No cash needed nor sweat for gain, Yet you of little faith, Worry belittles your faith in your Creator, It keeps you far from him, like the earth & heaven is, If

Ode To My Teachers

Ode To My Teachers ode

I had joined the school when I was in Prep My feet were still small to take a bold step But the daily morning Assemblies gave me confidence and happiness in tons, For it was well steered by the most

Three Faces

Three Faces short poem

(1) It was a mix of demons. Honour killing to save the damaged inside. You were found in lotus position, hands tied, buried in a hole. (2) The twin plants: god and goddess of procreativity were shedding trumpet-shaped pink flowers.

Two Strangers In Love

Two Strangers In Love prose poem

When one does not reply the other’s voice must amplify what is about them that they would not give up on them when they look at each other they just go from one world to another will be always contented

Another Trial

Another Trial short poem

Liquidity crunch turns you into lip slave. The candlelight bed has the broken legs. Asleep by the boat you sway in dark. You are still a number in the books to be fed. A jigsaw puzzle in the economic boom

Cicero – American Philosophical Society Guest Speaker!

Cicero   American Philosophical Society Guest Speaker! ode

I remained transfixed as the booming voice of this roman majestic orator cleft the hallowed halls of this storied Philadelphia sanctuary. His every word rang as true today as when first uttered prior to when the golden age of Rome

Muse And Sorrow

Muse And Sorrow short poem

An uneasy blood cascades in the slender arteries when you, that I wanted to touch disappear into twilight of memory. Always a sense of bereavement. why do I care for you? Time drops like an old coin in the hands

Juxtaposed

Juxtaposed short poem

Give me a piece of your body before you go. A tooth, a nail, a curled hair. A relic, my sadness wants to keep. By your absence I will live in the bones of tangled bodies, who were shot down

The Smile That Heals

The Smile That Heals short poem

Isn’t a child’s pristine smile The sweetest of all expressions One can ever chance to see On a human countenance? Doesn’t it make you forget Your woes and worries for a while Reviving your faith in the inherent goodness Dwelling

Perfection

Perfection short poem

Ashes: I was gathering blue light from your lynx-eyed vessel of death. Against terror blind-folded, shot in the head on road. Earth was your bed and a shimmering moon your pillow. It was apathy of gates of heaven. The mist

Singular

Singular short poem

she wore the gold off her narrow ring on the zinc bartop tapping out an alien message unheard by the narcissists pinching each other’s cloth like bargain shoppers sniffing at the must of use and hard travel men and women

Pure Murder

Pure Murder short poem

The spill of sheen after deep throat explosion. Not as special as the day appeared. Afraid of complete annihilation? Was it possible? Untenable? Living in a cavern full of bats? A key slept in a lock unmoving the golden doors.