Best Dryads Poems
Cars are the wind on the streets
semi-truck wheels shriek thunder,
rain shatters against stone and brick walls
on dusty roads, oak trees fence with twigs—
wushu wooden clatters.
Dreadful arrays of dryads
azure and amethyst gossamer haze,
sleek, silken strikes gist an opera of wisteria,
as they sway to silver breeze's sibilant rustles.
They chant lullabies in lyrical lilts of hued iridescence,
of hearth and opals back to my scarlet nest.
Angelus silver trills, the sylphic sways of pure rays,
Coral rosary—incense strands of aurulent rimes
hum, endless hymns echo as choral evensong
alleluias softly peal out—doves with wet eyes
that drift upward on whispery—ethereal wings.
Ocean's plea emerges from apothic abyss,
a voice conveys the core of faxed shores and stars,
with earth and wind in a solemn tone.
A cosmic biography—in loud squeals and sighs
sea vernacular hinges on nature's lasting awe.
Breath goes to fog—snow melts into puddles—rain returns,
a china-white grave—encases the deceased deer,
before thawing in the morning—icy skin lies frozen.
An eerie distance holds my hand in a purifying blizzard.
Categories:
dryads, analogy, appreciation, introspection, nature,
Form:
Free verse
Written: January 12, 2024
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Their buzzing goes unabated
the cool air scent of lavender
in this unfathomable cosmos
where dreams are fulfilled,
a smidgeon of silver wind
utterly enthralled.
Within the icy voids of
aching and colorless hues
raven-inhabited remnants
vulnerable grays
aesthetic fog, fanciful yarns
dissipating wood smoke
whispers of winter, as dusk falls
dawn in monochrome
amidst gentle chimes
traces of an emotional waltz
oblivion is grieved in silence
a blackbird with ruby wings!
The colors of the trees
Iridescent in appearance
create a stunning scene
that is incredibly fortunate
this is a poetic domain
where lilts joyfully chortle
the trees gently move
and the dryads are overjoyed
the heart of lullabies
with brilliant opals
giving wandering spirits hope
back in their house labyrinth
Scarlet nests were seen on high boughs
romantic place where calm blooms.
With the hearth of lullabies
opals that are flaming
soul-directing the wayward.
they're back in their home maze.
nests of crimson grew snugly.
among the boughs, exalted.
a sanctuary for love.
wherever there is harmony,
exquisitely halcyon arbors
colorful tapestry with wonderful beauty
Iridescent sky with gorgeous hues
In this magical setting, dreams bloom
where nature's splendor is eternal,
calmly, trees swing, and the dryads spin.
Categories:
dryads, analogy, appreciation, nature,
Form:
Free verse
Written: January 23, 2024
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Their melodious humming drifts
through the fragrant night air
carrying a sense of tranquility
In this enchanting universe
where dreams come true
A delicate whisper
of silver breeze captivated softly.
Trees are lavishly graced
with azure iridescence
visualize an idyllic scene
that is truly magical
in this hypnotic realm
trees sway softly
as lilts chortle jubilantly
dryads are ecstatic
lullabies spark with
flamboyant emerald
fostering faith
in forfeited souls
lack within intricate
maze of their dwelling
scarlet nests tucked
high on twigs
An oasis of passion
where silence draws.
Lullabies load breeze
with a warm glow of opals
orienting dropped souls
In a mystery of
their abode once again
trees adorned with snugly
hidden crimson nests
a setting of love
where harmony sway
arbors wrapped
with stunning splendor
a vibrant tapestry
of dazzling majesty
their heaving hues herald
heaven with hypnotic hood
In this magical mannerism
musings mantling
In an ephemeral haven
of natural magnificence
dryads whirl and
trees sway peacefully
The winter-worn sky reveals a
faded, shimmering bronze and
gold shade, reminiscent of a
withered vermeil and naiad
fluorescent opals, paired
with scarlet demantoids in
smooth charmeuse enamel
mesmerizing maelstroms
of crystalline bonfire
flamingo flowers fit
with a fiery symphony
akin to the reverberations
of a silken folk melody
on the horizon
they shrink to hypnotic ink
scribbles on violet skyline.
Categories:
dryads, analogy, appreciation, beauty, creation,
Form:
Free verse
In the tea trees to the whistling song thrush
I alone hear the first September dawn,
and outside beyond ryegrass, fern and rush
glisten woolly coats of sheep early shorn.
Smell the petrichor and jade scented hedge,
the lambs, the honey bees in pollen’s net -
that botany of sights and sounds, that fledge
of young and new from moonrise to moonset.
See in the mists swamphens and waterfowl
and behold the prismatic dawn of spring -
the morepork on nocturnal moonlit prowl
that casts its eye and spreads its speckled wing.
Oh to feel again its warm gentle breeze
on greensward and dryads in the gnarled trees.
Written: September 1996
Categories:
dryads, change, seasons,
Form:
Sonnet
Leaves of Lilith, fall like butterflies
as I slither in souls, secluded by time ~
where treacherous tulips still mourn the death of magnolia moon,
hidden within scentless sepals, which couldn't be their evergreen anchor...
Hear the echoes of grieving dawn,
whose tamed scars forgot to unfurl my truths beyond memories ~
scripting me like misplaced intuition, surfing on those whispering waves,
for I've always blossomed upon heartaches, in gardens of metaphors ~
hibernating as the turmeric taste of melting sun...
I'm the untouched ink of sin ~
swirling across silver patience ebbing along the starlit peacock-golds,
where daffodil dryads throb in ancient dyes and I'm caramelised...
above sonnets soaked in skeletal promises,
my reason rests within wisdom, an ageless mirage...
Categories:
dryads, dark, deep, emotions, meaningful,
Form:
Verse
Beltane’s Night
On the eve of Beltane
The Earth’s call rang across hill and heather, towards ford and cliff
From tree to river the door calls, spirits of earth so fair,
Heard by elf and pixie, awakening the dryads in their trees of old.
Summoning them with rallying cries, to the Seelie Queen in her halls of gold,
While she sits next to Unseelie King in his throne, surrounded by their faerie hoards.
Every day for seven, they war,
On Beltane they pause their unceasing battle, with laughter like glass,
They gather in hidden glen, all those ancient faerie that Midir feared among fair folk,
First came the Bean Sidhe, kings honor guard, followed by the royal house,
Then came the sylphs in their array of colour, and the Leanan Sidhe with their cloaks flowing in the wind
With the elven troops on stags, crowned with roses and thorns,
The goblins’ heave their swords for all to see, the most renowned of smiths.
They all answered to the Earth’s call on Beltane night,
Dancing round these poles brightly wrapped with flowers, with true self sparkling And bright reveling,
On Beltane’s mystic night.
*beltane- ancient holiday now known as may day sacred to druids and fairy worshipers.
*seelie- light fey,benevolent, kind and helpful to humans
*unseelie-dark fey malevolent, mischievous and cruel to human
*Midir- famous druid bard similar to Merlin or Finn maccool
*Bean Sidhe-(banshees)
*Leanan Sidhe ( Vampiric fairy muses)
Categories:
dryads, fairy,
Form:
Ballad
Fairy kings, dryads
in the labyrinths of nightfall
fill children’s heads with dread.
They walk hushed, their pockets full of bread
Bewitched these children bring
elusive, unthinkable thoughts,
of wings that flitter in aqua tints,
perch a silver instant on nodding fronds
tumble into violet, dew- drop flowers.
Spirits of the blue air,
fragments of a baby’s first laugh
travel to us over centuries of sky
in a boat of glass
On rainbow wings that flutter
among flowered garlands,
sparkle in waterfalls,
shimmer in twisted vedigris woods.
haunting moonlit narratives. Awaken
imagination in ethereal meadow-pinks
Arise from lakes on a pure white horse.
Hide their gold in blossoms of gorse
Reign over deep earth, intervolve,
spells from midnight 'til the cock’s first crow.
Glorious gladness and frivolity.
In the shadowed hours of indigo,
dance in a secret ring.
Spin star shine into fairy dust and sing
nature’s magic.
Categories:
dryads, beauty, fairy, fantasy, nature,
Form:
Free verse
Standing at the edge of a lush cornfield
Snuggling close to a bubbling brook
one majestic oak tree stands
upright like a sentinel guarding
the crops swaying in the breeze
with sunbeams dancing upon them
under a brilliant blue sky.
As the day wears out
the dusk gracefully sneaks in
blushing like a shy bride
entering the bedecked bridal suite
wearing a wedding gown
embellished with the radiance
of a crimson sunset gilding
the landscape in a shimmering hue.
The birds of all sizes and colors
and dryads, ducks, squirrels and owls
converge upon
its welcoming foliage to roost;
This expansive canopy of leaves
like one mammoth quilt
affords these weary souls
a safe haven in the quiet of night.
~07/30/15
~Nature poem contest by Shadow Hamilton
Categories:
dryads, nature,
Form:
Free verse
Perched astride his most gallant metal steed,
the young lad dreamed of horses, knights and speed.
The golden moon blessed him with gentle rays,
heart softened by the burdens he would face.
A calm moonlit lake revealed to his eyes,
reflection betraying a wondrous guise.
Upon its banks stood a marvel in white,
gorgeous, magnificent creature of light.
He stared at the creature, its eyes held fast
locked on to each other, a spell was cast.
Leaning to touch it on a sudden whim,
It raised a hoof too; the creature was him.
With a neigh of glee he clattered away
wheeling and prancing and dancing in play.
Tossing his mane, he reared up to the sky,
a thing of stark beauty, nimble and spry.
Something watched him from the top of a tree,
silent and deadly, a thing wild and free.
It landed before him, light on its feet,
a mighty dragon, his heart missed a beat.
A rumbling voice echoed within his ears,
Bidding sweet welcome and calming dark fears.
Night's hidden world exploded into life
with excitement and joy, pleasure ran rife.
Out crept pixies, goblins, dryads, fairies,
mermaids and centaurs, satyrs and brownies
The world spun with colours so rich and deep,
in rhythmic beats till the boy fell asleep.
His mum found him dozing by the window,
a smile on his lips, his face was aglow.
Wheeling his chair off, she helped him to bed,
tucking him in with a kiss on his head.
21.12.2016
Categories:
dryads, adventure, beautiful, child, imagination,
Form:
Quatrain
Kaleidoscope of Life.
And behind the forest sings that nothing is the way you think
and try as you might make love to one you do not love gives
a feeling of lost time, of a useless pursuit of finding happiness in
momentarily lust that leaves nothing but melancholy behind.
The coir of the forest knew this, nymphs sang about it warning
you, cheap pleasure too dear for your soul as summer dust on
asphalt road, bleak as the word of love uttered by a tart in
a nightclub of gaudy gastropods and dancing long tailed rodents.
Dew on straw and deeper into the woodland walk to find Dryads
or best of all Meliae, the sweetest aroma, but her kisses sting your
lips if she´s upset with your craving for more. Be careful of Lempo,
the Finnish archer god, he is capricious and likes honey too.
On a stone she sits, the siren of deep tarns, her smile is deadly close
your eyes and run for your life, her former suitors sleep in silt.
Categories:
dryads, fantasy, inspirational,
Form:
Narrative
I’ve been told to walk in a wood is-
To visit ancient faerie grounds
To fill up your senses with the perfume of dryads
I’ve been told to walk in a wood is beautiful-
But I think a mosquito just bit me.
I’ve been told a wood is full of magic-
It’s the haunt of all things pure,
It hides rare beauties and paintings,
Of hands much more skilled then ours,
But I just got a thorn in my shoe.
I guess the woods are full of enchantments-
And one might get lost in its spells
But myself, I just tripped
And I believe
Got mud on this brand new shirt.
Categories:
dryads, funny
Form:
Free verse
"Here Runneth the Path of Fairy Feet"
by Rachel Heffington
Where childhood fancy and twilight meet
Here runneth the path of fairy-feet;
On shadowed road and misty bend
Here coldsome facts of "real life" end,
And the simplest thing on earth would be
To find a dryad 'neath her tree.
She'd comb her locks like shimm'ring ferns
In that hour where the daylight turns.
And you'd never stop to blink your eyes
and say, (Because you're oh, so wise)
"Dryads aren't real--they're quite a myth"
If once you'd been in comp'ny with
A creature like her--lissom fair
With willowy limbs and leafy hair.
Where childhood fancy and twilight meet
Here runneth the path of fairy-feet.
In dusking woods at evenlong
You'll chance to hear an Elven song.
Like beads of dew on honeyed string
The notes, elusive, dip and sing.
And lamps we now call fire-flies
Can one more dazzle in our eyes.
Then we shall learn, as children do,
the things we thought we surely knew.
Fair beings that we'd long forgot
May weave with us a dreamy knot
Content, within this half-light time
To feed us with their storied rhyme.
Where childhood fancy and twilight meet
Here runneth the path of fairy feet
And those who spent the day in bed
Now tip-toe with their soft wings spread
And dance within the brilliant sheen
of moonlight and the summer's green.
The grown-up cares of life must fade
When pondered in that purple glade
Once more we change to half a child
Perfumed with scent of roses wild
And honeysuckle like a crown
That we'd been used to crushing down
Until twilight and fancy met
To tread with us this minuet.
Categories:
dryads, fantasy, imagination, naturechildhood, childhood,
Form:
The Naked Ape
Dreamer paddle a transcendental canoe adrift somewhere
Granting immortality dryads require acquiescence abound
Truth unravel illusions urging heart to conquer primal fear
Awareness begs the naked ape to strive for higher ground
Mind senses advanced evolution sculpting surrealistic land
Indisputable claim heralds the exodus of unknown entities
Before the deluge alien artifact found beneath desert sand
Man can erode bias with pragmatic and moral objectivities
04/30/2017
10:08 p.m.
West Palm Beach
Florida USA
Categories:
dryads, destiny, humanity, imagination,
Form:
Rhyme
I have a task for you,
If you except there will no Turing back,
You must cut my heart my out,
Please hasten time is not on our side, pain is only in the mind,
Once my heart is out let the blood nourish the soil until there is no more,
Once life has escaped my body, pick me up and you will carry me to the farther,
The journey will be long,
First we must find Parvati and she will show us the way through the immortal cave,
Once we are out, You will have to run through the mystical forest for the Dryads will not
welcome us,
Once you are almost there my body will begin to grow heavy,
Please do put me down, you body will grow tired and will ache with pain, your tears will
scream to the ground, thorns will pierce your feet and they will bleed mercilessly, once you
become lost in the lybrith you will finally hear the music, follow it and you will know your
way, once you find the forgotten river, lay my body onto the water ,leave and do not look
back, If you decide to come back body will be gone and my soul released,
Categories:
dryads, fantasyme, heart, body, heart,
Form:
Free verse
Soft yellow-gray light of early morning,
Butter and wool
The two bedroom windows
Still beaded and streaked with rain.
The world calm again, routine with traffic,
After its night of convulsions,
When storm drains closed at the throat,
And trees shook in the wind like the hair of dryads.
In the silent house, its roof still on,
Too early for the heat to come whistling up
And the guest room still closed,
I am propped upon these pillows.
A gray moth-eaten cashmere jersey
Wrapped around my neck
Against the unbroken cold of last night.
I am thinking about the dinner party.
The long table, dark bottles of wine,
The odd duck and brussels sprouts,
And how, after midnight,
With all of us sprawled on the couch and floor.
The power suddenly went out
Leaving us to feel our way around
In the tenth-century darkness
Until we found and lit a stash of candles.
Categories:
dryads, age,
Form: