Poems About: MAGIC
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61.More Realistic and Less Corrupt
More magic in our lives.
A magic seen before our eyes.
And one in which all testifies. read more »Lawrence S. Pertillar
62.The Magician's Magic
The magician's magic.
Is the magic for you.
He can pull a rabit, out of his hat.
He can trick you with this. read more »Kim Robin Edwards
63.The Magic In My Hands
There is magic in my hands
A glittering pen more magical than wand
It weaves myriad, fantastic stories
Acclaimed, applauded, crowned with lasting glory. read more »Geraldine Fernandez
64.Power Rangers Wax Music
4 wax figures
Brought to life
To protect the earth from evil forces
They will be given the status of heros read more »Ramona Thompson
The candle lights flicker in the slow breeze,
But only in the shadows past the gates is all I can see,
The negative energy flows at it’s low vibrant rates, read more »Kurt Kacich
In the land of the lost
They dug up a book of magic spells today
No one had seen spells like this before
Some of them were extremely weird read more »Joseph DeMarco
67.Suddenly It's Magic
As butterflies open their wings
To fly and scattered their beauty at the skies
And flowers then, start dancing
As they heard the morning lullabies read more »Cheryl Aldea
68.Just Like Magic
Just like magic you came into my life, then Poof! Your gone. Just like magic you took control over my heart, then poof! You break it into a million pieces. Just like magic you became my best friend in under a minute, then Poof! You become my worst enemy. read more »Tabatta Nunes
A young magic man saw there was
no mountains left by this
land cos of man’s destruction
So he blow magic and said read more »Lionel Fogarty
70.The magic forest
At the Bois de Boulogne lies magic
Magic that cannot be evitable
Magic that lures people into the evergreen forest
In the forest, soft earth is like a comfy bed read more »Jay Haa
Oh magic skies
Why are my dreams so high?
Why do I feel like life is a high?
I'm stuck and feel empty inside read more »Pure Remedy
whisper voice and wake us to listen, turning
down the words mature, see the mouth that utter, read more »Antonio Liao