Magic poems are like incantations woven into words, casting spells that transport us to enchanted realms and awaken our sense of wonder. They evoke a sense of mystery, conjuring images of wizards, witches, and mystical creatures. Through their verses, these poems often explore the extraordinary hidden within the ordinary, inviting us to see the world through the eyes of enchantment. Magic poems might unravel tales of secret spells, ancient rituals, or the transformative power of imagination. They’re like portals to otherworldly adventures, reminding us of the enchanting possibilities that exist just beyond the veil of the everyday.
The Spell of the Yukon by Robert Service
I wanted the gold, and I sought it;
I scrabbled and mucked like a slave.
Was it famine or scurvy—I fought it;
I hurled my youth into a grave.
I wanted the gold, and I got it—
Came out with a fortune last fall,—
Yet somehow life’s not what I thought it,
And somehow the gold isn’t all.
No! There’s the land. (Have you seen it?)
It’s the cussedest land that I know,
From the big, dizzy mountains that screen it
To the deep, deathlike valleys below.
Some say God was tired when He made it;
Some say it’s a fine land to shun;
Maybe; but there’s some as would trade it
For no land on earth—and I’m one.
Read the full poem here.
This narrative poem captures the magical allure of the Yukon wilderness during the Gold Rush era. Through its vivid descriptions and rhythmic verses, the poem paints a mesmerizing picture of the northern landscape and the sense of adventure that draws people to the wild.
The Land of Nod by Robert Louis Stevenson
From breakfast on through all the day
At home among my friends I stay,
But every night I go abroad
Afar into the land of Nod.
All by myself I have to go,
With none to tell me what to do —
All alone beside the streams
And up the mountain-sides of dreams.
The strangest things are there for me,
Both things to eat and things to see,
And many frightening sights abroad
Till morning in the land of Nod.
Try as I like to find the way,
I never can get back by day,
Nor can remember plain and clear
The curious music that I hear.
The Land of Nod” is a whimsical poem that transports readers to a dreamy realm where magical adventures unfold. Stevenson’s playful language and imaginative storytelling capture the essence of childhood dreams, making the ordinary extraordinary.
Magic Poem by Shel Silverstein
Sandra’s seen a leprechaun,
Eddie touched a troll,
Laurie danced with witches once,
Charlie found some goblins’ gold.
Donald heard a mermaid sing,
Susy spied an elf,
But all the magic I have known
I’ve had to make myself.
In this delightful poem, Shel Silverstein explores the wonders of magic in everyday life. The poem whimsically contemplates the possibility of turning common things into extraordinary ones, showcasing Silverstein’s playful and imaginative style.
The Song of Wandering Aengus by W.B. Yeats
I went out to the hazel wood,
Because a fire was in my head,
And cut and peeled a hazel wand,
And hooked a berry to a thread;
And when white moths were on the wing,
And moth-like stars were flickering out,
I dropped the berry in a stream
And caught a little silver trout.
When I had laid it on the floor
I went to blow the fire a-flame,
But something rustled on the floor,
And someone called me by my name:
It had become a glimmering girl
With apple blossom in her hair
Who called me by my name and ran
And faded through the brightening air.
Though I am old with wandering
Through hollow lands and hilly lands,
I will find out where she has gone,
And kiss her lips and take her hands;
And walk among long dappled grass,
And pluck till time and times are done,
The silver apples of the moon,
The golden apples of the sun.
W.B. Yeats‘ poem tells the story of a man who encounters a beautiful and magical woman, Aengus, in the woods. Aengus offers the man a glimpse of an otherworldly world filled with enchantment and wonder, capturing the theme of magic and longing for the extraordinary.
The Witch of Coos by Robert Frost
staid the night for shelter at a farm
Behind the mountains, with a mother and son,
Two old-believers. They did all the talking.
MOTHER Folks think a witch who has familiar spirits
She could call up to pass a winter evening,
But won’t, should be burned at the stake or something.
Summoning spirits isn’t ‘Button, button,
Who’s got the button,’ I would have them know.
SON: Mother can make a common table rear
And kick with two legs like an army mule.
MOTHER: And when I’ve done it, what good have I
Rather than tip a table for you, let me
Tell you what Ralle the Sioux Control once told me.
He said the dead had souls, but when I asked him
How could that be – I thought the dead were souls,
He broke my trance. Don’t that make you suspicious
That there’s something the dead are keeping back?
Yes, there’s something the dead are keeping back.
Read the full poem here.
In this narrative poem, Frost explores the mysterious and magical qualities attributed to a woman in a small town. The poem delves into the rumors and folklore surrounding the witch, examining the tension between reality and the supernatural.