Best Faerie Poems
Daffodil majorettes lead the spring parade
Mom fox had lured out a reluctant kit
Verdant grasses are growing lovely shade
For dainty dulcet purple violet
Gentle nurturing rain from day or two
Coaxes her lace lilac to gently wake
Meadow rainbow chiffon a lovely hue.
Faerie-felt awe surrounds beautiful lake.
Carpet of tulips arrive on the scene.
Growth can be felt every hour or two.
Resurrection of weeds, not being mean.
Cyclical magic for me and for you.
The woodlands, the meadow, the lake and the dale.
Rebirth of spring yearly, without fail.
Written Feb 24, 2019
Contest: Springtime Rebirth
Sponsor: John Hamilton
babe
I stumbled home—
drenched in Guinness, soaked in guilt
the apartment crumbles, a shattered ruin
but you—your copper mane ablaze—
my wild Morrigan
a feral Celtic Faerie Queene
waging war against the wreckage.
You told me love was a lie
stitched by leprechauns
but your touch proves
there’s truth in everything
we break and rebuild.
Chased the wail of a banshee tonight
hoping to drown the shame
gulped it down like bottom-shelf whiskey.
Instead I christened the clover—
four leaves or forty—who cares? —
baptizing failures
trembling hands at work.
In this emerald world of lies
forget unicorns rainbows and clovers—
false luck's for fools and drunks.
Luck’s a liar
a Puca’s trick
crumbling when touched.
But you—
wear that emerald dress
like a battle cry.
A storm inside a woman
whiskey-fire eyes dare me
to fall harder
and I do. Every time.
You are my reel—
venomous alive
an unseelie’s song
the one thing that won’t let me escape.
I’ve fed the snakes with my mistakes
but still
I kneel before you—
a fool
drunk on you
more potent than any fairy brew.
We aren’t saints
but we’re still here—
holding on to this wreckage
with blood-stained hands.
Pour another pint, love—
let’s dance on glass fragments
our broken dreams—
our frenzied jig
painting the town green—
two misfits spinning
through this carnival of Fiana fools.
In the chaos
in the ruin
we find each other.
No leprechaun guards our gold
but you—my queen of chaos—
are treasure enough
to keep me alive.
So here's to you, my wild Morrigan—
in your eyes I find my home
the only shelter I’ve ever known.
in your smile, I find sanctuary and storm alike—
for you, are my feral Celtic Faerie Queen.
one ballerina
tiptoe-twirls with two pink shoes
three sweet pirouettes
Turning the key of a music box - one...two...three.
Lovely, tall and full of grace - true faerie-child esprit.
3/1/2019
Charliecoup Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Charles Messina
~Beautiful Faerie~
(Modern American Sonnet)
Beautiful Fairy! Beautiful Fairy!
Where are thee so very beautiful maid?
The day outside is turning so aerie
And all the light now it's nearing to fade
Beautiful Fairy! Beautiful Fairy!
With beautiful eyes the color of jade
And delicious lips the color of cherry
And a very sweet smile I can't evade
Beautiful Fairy! Beautiful fairy!
Without you the sky its becoming nightshade
Need find you again my beautiful fairy
You! The one, with the eyes the color of jade
Beautiful Fairy! Beautiful Fairy!
With sweet coral lips the color of cherry.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
Copyright@2004
May.05.2016
~Author's Notes:
A Modern American Sonnet.
~Beautiful Faerie~
(Rhyme)
Beautiful Faerie,Beautiful Faerie
Where are thee beautiful maid
The day outside is turning so aerie
And the light it's nearing to fade.
Beautiful Faerie, Beautiful Faerie
With eyes the color of jade
And lips the color of cherry
And a sweet smile I can't evade.
Beautiful Faerie, Feautiful faerie
Without you the sky its becoming nightshade
I need to find you again My Beautiful Faerie
You! the one with the eyes the color of jade.
Beautiful Faerie,Beautiful Faerie
With the eyes the color of jade!
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2015
January,13,2015
She clipped her faerie wings,
those gossamer monstrosities,
or so she was told by her "friends"
who said she never would fit in
with the everyday community.
She clipped her faerie wings
and cried because it would define her
as an ordinary creature,
no longer wondrous and magnificent
nor magical nor special.
She clipped her faerie wings
and wished she could undo it
for no amount of paring
could turn her into common folk
and something not contrary.
lands on my shoulder
dainty faerie dragonfly
brings spirit message
I opened the
door
and saw an enchanted forest
growing from the
verdant earth
Gorgeous aromas and the sound
of a river greeted
me
One believes there is still
magic in the world
when that door is opened
Multi - colored flowers
line the path
Walking in the beneficent
landscape
One feels a sense of awe
Creation is something to contend with
The word on faerie lips, I’ve heard -
A gleaming, white, pristine, grade A...
Baby tooth. And rarely used.
A solid, shining, well-endowed,
enamel-laden tooth. I’m wowed!
And....
It’s in the next town!
Flyable!
I gather my reliable
Companion faeries...
and
we’re
off.
Now, they’ll be the distractions
from this night-time interaction.
One can change into a rat, and one a bat.
And, readers, THAT
Is how you keep
prying
parents
BUSY.
I’ll be the procurer
of the tooth. Magnifico!
Window’s just open. In we go,
My troops and I,
A squeeze.... a wiggle...
We’re there.
We giggle.
The holder of the tooth
Is fast asleep.
So in we creep,
And there she is - blonde, dainty pinkish lips.
And I'll admit
she’s pretty cute.
Though drools a bit.
And now... the moment...
I lift the pillow....
And that’s it! I have no doubt!
And look, some gore is hanging out!
I don’t mind telling you, I quite like that bit.
Anyway, I scrape off the food....
Oh, mercy me....
Spinach for tea.
But...
It’s gorgeous.
Flawless.
A tooth without a mark, a nick
Or dent. Enamel slick
and gleaming new
as the first day
It came through!
My troops and I - we dance in glee
around the bed - unstoppably!
And our giggles wake...
no one.
A
Perfect
Score!
We fly out, we’re elated
They’ll rejoice
We will be feted
And paraded all through Faerie Town!
They’ll pull the other posters down
And photograph our faerie faces
All the faerie places
Will be graced
With our fair countenances!
We’ll launch such legends and romances!
What’s more!
What’s more!
The Grand Dame of the council... she’ll be BOUNCING
With excitement and announcing
Our awards and trophies shining
We’ll be signing
Faerie books and faerie hands
Our names will sing through all the land!
Oh, a treasure was scored today!
We’re laughing, laughing all the way
Home. Careful!
Don’t drop our
Treasure, for with that,
all our high dreams would....
Oh.
My mossy ferns awakened, anticipating something wonderful and new.
They are coming, the violets whispered. Their tiny voices flowing through.
Faerie parades whimsically teaching my woodland creatures
to treat each other kindly,
Sparkly, winged beauties, began prancing across my land bridge,
“animals, keep behind thee’.
Faerie whisper reverent, a tribute to me?
Or the gentle orb of sunlight peeking through the trees?
She is gorgeous today, another holy one marveled, Let us honor our host.
I glistened up my grasses, and vivid violets, hoping to inspire the most.
one of the princesses was riding Orc, my largest brown bear. He was wearing
a flowered lei.
I cannot remember the last time I had felt exuberant in this all-encompassing way.
She is beautiful, a dainty glow faerie sitting on my creek bank murmured in awe.
I feel my woodlands, streams, grasses, even felled oaks, reacting in an ethereal loving way.
Magical mystical madness overcomes me, as streaks of sunlight scatter through
my proud giant oaks, landing on my moss.
Faerie Sanctuary Day Parade, a parade to unite all species of the forest, If I had
not submitted the application, they would have met elsewhere, a giant loss.
Tresa faerie was excited.
Today was the day assignments were coming out.
She had been in training for six weeks.
She wondered where she would be placed.
Alaska? Paris? Tokyo? Hawaii? New Zealand?
Kenya? Texas? Rome? California?
She was quivering with pure excitement.
Would she be an April Faerie?
An April faerie gets to paint the flowers.
She had put it down as her first choice.
Second choice was not bad either. She might be assigned to a prophetess,
Whispering premonitions in her ear, being rewarded with love and affection.
Prophetesses were known to take especially good of their faeries.
Third choice was tree faerie; she loved trees, especially the Cottonwoods,
And the oaks, the elms, the weeping willows, the Rose of Sharons.
Which reminded her of flowers. Yes, being an April faerie was her first choice.
She sat up especially straight, wearing her favorite colors of pixie dust.
Her faerie wings had never been more shiny.
Her friend Garland winked at her.
He waved his envelope at her and laughed.
He was sitting up front; had his assignment first.
The instructions were to wait until everyone had their envelope,
but Garland never heard instructions; or followed them if he heard them.
The way he was grinning, she knew
he probably got his first choice – fire faerie.
His job would be to inspire people to have campfires,
sing, and listen to each other.
Her envelope was placed in her hands.
They were shaking now. She ripped it open.
Desk faerie! One of the worst jobs of all, a muse to a writer! What?
Disappointment flooded her; she was shaking now,
and harder, for she was crying.
The instructor came over, took both her hands
and said, ”It is the most important job,”
For writing the truth reminds people what mistakes have been made,
and shows them how to correct them, live with each other,
love each other, and it changes the world.”
She was not convinced.
A muse!
She was a muse?
She had never wanted to be one.
Muses had bad reputations, like brownies and elves.
She would HATE being a muse.
She hated it already. Until she was assigned,
and then she immediately loved it.
It is all a matter of being assigned to the right person,
you see, and she was…assigned to you.
Eternal gold sunset
Nearer to heaven than the flowers
Buds rising, trying to get there
A temperate complexion
the untrimmed garden
faeries have taken possession
Will they lease
Or are they here to stay forever?
I seek some shade while I ponder the climate
Faeries climb upon my legs and giggle.
My eyes remain closed
I do not want to ruin this.
Written: 8-02-2019
Contest: A Summers Day Redo Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Michelle Faulkner
Fanciful filigree faerie frolics
Garnishing grateful glittery gardenias
Heavenly hope heralding
Iridescent illusions imagining
joyous jumbled jubilation
Sandra believed in Snow White, and Rapunzel, and Sleeping Beauty.
She waited for her prince for sixty years or more; men came along, but they never met her criteria.
They could not.
Although three really tried.
Not handsome enough.
Not powerful enough.
Did not have a horse.
Sandra spent her lifetime, dreaming of her prince.
She pictured him in her mind when young, and she danced with him, in her mind.
She lived her whole life, in her mind.
When she got older, her relatives gave up.
They had tried to help Sandra empower herself,
But her Cinderella Complex always won out in the end.
She wanted to be idolized,
Revered, admired, petted,
But mostly saved.
She died alone,
The one thing
She had not
Planned
In her
Happily-ever-after.
Twinkling with mysticism,
magically peeping among fragrant
blossoms, reveling the aliveness of
frolicking, rollicking cousins.
Faeries congregate in tittering
pairs, occasionally in triplets
or quads, encouraging, and cajoling.
Sagely inspiring lively flowers
to show off their most beautiful.
Hiding from the non-believers,
delighting the rest of us, luring
us back into their gardens.
Aspiring us, and uplifting
us, without pixie dust, rather
with soul feelings that sprinkle our
day with goodness – so pronounced,
we can only get it here.
Faerie flower therapy,
nothing better to aid
in healing of psyche.