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Best Poems About / On MAGIC
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Magic Potion
Magic potion its not
in your
closet or an ocean
some people
May see what you
mean to me
My love is like a magic
potion can you believe
Its a strong emotion
Magic potion really
isnt just a
Strong emotion it posses
Your mind in just a matter of time..
Oh how I wonder
will you be mine? ...
Its not just my love thing or some
Old fling
magic potion? ? ? ! !
Andrenea Washington
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A Magic Door
There is a magic door
we all often enter
where what lie beyond
is fill with magic and adventure.
We enter in our daydreams
to dispel the boredom that my surround us.
We pass through the doorway
that opens our imagination.
Were we can be anything we like
whether it be large or small.
We visit the magic isle that stretches
as far as our imagination wants to see.
We can travel to different worlds
within the blink of an eye
whenever we open
that magic door to our imagination.
31 August 2011
David Harris
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A Drag Of Life
A drag of life
With out a Fight
Mystical Magic
Who New life could be so
Tragic
Worn out just enough
Gaurds down
I'm no longer tough
Life is hard enough
To put on a performance
I need a glance
How do you get a
Kick of it
My visions Blury
Mystical Magic
How does life happen?
A creator in the sky
Yet so many Die
But why?
There's a heaven
So high or low
What's in between the Gulf?
We instill life and
In a second it all becomes still
After all the Magic & the mystical
Why do Humans Drag?
Why can't we be full?
With so Much Magic
& a Savior who is Mystical
-Diasia Sims written here Now 8: 47 Am
Sat. Morning March 18,2012
Thanks for reading
Diasia Mil
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The Compassionate Lover
Were I bolder
I would hold her,
For my love is overwhelming;
Like a pendulum that rises
To complete an oscillation;
I would hold her,
Only hold her,
Tenderly; and in that passion,
In the magic of that moment,
Envelop my life and all her
With a sighing; I would hold her,
For my love in sublime yearning
Would be holding all I wanted,
Holding for an eternity,
In the magic of that moment;
And then I would leave her,
Leave her,
Coming down with tender sighing,
Dying,
Dying,
Dying,
Dying;
Leave her, for that magic moment
Is all over; and my yearning
Fulfilled now is soon descending
To complete an oscillation,
To complete that magic moment,
Caught forever in a gladness
Spiked with sharp and sudden sadness.
Tan Pratonix
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