Best Faeries Poems
Mist in the distance, heart quickens to gooseflesh
Whisky Jacks perch silent, they've seen me before
Brother Wolf has been by, his scat is still fresh
Ancient eyes follow me, née jinn shapes of lore
Small clearing before me, my own private crèche
Hidden falls dance and play, their ions restore
Spray glitters like diamonds, the Sun leads the band
As time disappears, my soul breathes a free land
Bracken breached hawthorn hedgerows
hide teeny folk with tiny toes.
Sheer gossamer wings; shy butterflies
Dew-drops lit by dawning skies.
Sandy hair, blue raven locks
Auburn streaks on chestnut stalks
Valley lilies invert to hats
Wee portabella mushroom caps.
Acorn shoes with resin soles
Lace gartered legs and leafy shawls
Dresses spun from brushed lime silk,
petal pinks, or white as milk.
Impish grins stoke laughing smiles.
whimsy’s sound sets music’s tiles
Curious eyes, small budded nose
cream tinted skin, pink cheeks aglow.
They live near boles of ancient trees
Drink nectar from a hollowed seed
They climb the stems of hollyhocks
They twitter but will rarely talk.
So when you take a morning stroll
pause beside to a sun-lit knoll
The calls you hear mightn’t be birds
and cricket strums won’t mimic words.
faeries in the air
elves fixing grass quietly
soft springtime magic
Forevermore, this fantastical
free verse features
a fortuitous tale
featuring forty-four flirty
frilly fabricated faeries
fractionally forsaken,
forever fictionalized
philosophically and phonetically
free to force
feisty forest phantoms
to frenzy. These feisty forest faeries,
frequently act like
femme fatales, for whom
we fire phantoms feel free
to fixate for future faerie flocks.
Foundationally, this un-formidable free verse
is free of falsities, but fraught with fiction and fantasy.
Petites and Faeries, it is said, live just beyond that hill
Their Moondust dazzles breathlessly, on nights so calm and still
Some town folk treasure innocence and so they understand
That humble souls are they who settled just beyond their land
Not much is known of Faerie land, save for it’s golden glow
Surrounded by the ever bloom of flowered Thistle-toe
A bit of mischief often finds its way into the town
When certain unexplained events cause some to bear a frown
The Faeries’ pranks are just a bit of fun to catch a smile
And often there’s a bag of gold left just to reconcile
Their gifts should not be squandered or dismissed without esteem
For wondrous things can happen for our sharing to redeem
Petites and Faeries, man and creatures all to grace the times
A magic poem filled of peace with every line that rhymes
If Moondust could embrace the hearts of all who live nearby
Perhaps, some would not run in fear when Faeries, they see fly
But hope lives on for anyone who sees the world with love
Despite the differences of some who hold the world above
To end this tale on happy notes and songs to gather dance
Let’s say, that it’s all up to us and not just up to chance
hope and joy
sprinkled liberally
in generous amounts
butterfly magic juice
summer holiday shine
dragon flits mercifully
sunlit orbs
rainbow feelings
heartfelt spirit man
garden entices
marigold's ruffles
teasing the honeybees
faeries tiny secrets
hidden forever
mystically sound
peace and hope
calm above and beyond
earthworms heaven
sigh comes from soul
I feel the music
of the vegetables
pushing their way
realizing their truth
nurturing us forward
butterfly magic juice
enjoyed in all aspects
on a summer day
faeries found freelance forest
matched up verbs and adjectives
married them fine and dandy
the nouns were so mad
Tiptoeing Faeries
Delightful in the Lilacs
My dancing Beauties
Finespun delights dangle gently from moonlit ethereal summer blooms
Adrift melodic chants of faeries charm warm sultry evening breezes
Emanating from mother earth’s most elusive timeless dimensions and
Radiating from every hidden nook are tiny magical faeries you’re not meant to see
Illusions all too endearing when noticed out of the corner of your eye
Enviable the luck these faeries bring to all who can befriend them
Dragonflies and butterflies are nimble faeries’ chariots of choice
Unfurling sublime bits of joy throughout their kingdom’s breadth
Sprinkles scattered of magical faerie dust everywhere in sight
Their twinkle charms the night in humble reverence to our moonlight goddess
AP: 3rd place 2025, 3rd place 2021
VOICES SOFTLY TINKLING IN THE BREEZE
TINY SHADOWS AMONGST THE TREES
GOSSAMER WINGS FLUTTERING LIKE BEES
THE FAERIES ARE IN MY GARDEN
GAILY THEY PLAY IN THE LONG LONG GRASS
RACING ON DRAGONFLIES DONT WANT TO BE LAST
SITTING ON DAISY HEADS YOU HEAR THEM LAUGH
THE FAERIES ARE IN MY GARDEN
DRINKING THE DEW FROM THE PETALS AND LEAVES
SUPPING THE HONEY THEY STOLE FROM THE BEES
WITH BEAUTIFUL FACES AND DIRTY KNEES
THE FAERIES ARE IN MY GARDEN
OH YES DEAR PEOPLE THEY DO EXIST
OUT THERE HIDING IN DAWNS EARLY MIST
ONLY BELIEVERS CAN SEE THEM, SO OFTEN MISSED
THE FAERIES ARE IN MY GARDEN
faeries and elves throw
fantastical wind wishes
up to us to catch.
butterfly faeries
glistening in my garden
flirting with tulips
The Faeries Are Still Outside
Trying to cheer a garden up from the clay,
But the crabgrass won’t part
And the trees are snickering
At the art-
Less way the faeries
Sway while chanting,
Casting their spells—
Such an untalented group!
Out of tune, with
Too often the lyric,
“wha’ ta’ we all do?”
Stuck in a measureless breath
And beyond any rhyming lure to
The sprouts for any wanting to grow!
Wise, the trees lean, whining,
Slow whispers that, “
The faeries should go!
Back to their wizards
For more lessons in garden growth. “
The aged trees are exasperated; after all,
There’s little more to it
Than spreading the
Spell of encouragement, because
The sun and earth are already there prepared
For the growing…
So the trees advise,
“Raise ye’ stems around us trees.
We’ll keep the winds
From blowin’ ye’ over!
And keep the sun from
Parching your leaves.
We’ll sing lullabies to the herbs,
“Hush a-bye lurra lu,
Rest now your intake of green.
Be doodle-ye-do get ye’ ready
For droplets of dew
Diddle-eye-done
Dew comes after your dreams
Along with the rise up of the sun.”
Then the trees applauded
Among themselves, promising
That as soon as
The garden grew a bit,
The trees would tell all those little plants
Just how Spirit
Lives inside their stems, their flowers and leaves,
Where the spells of the faeries cannot reside…but,
“Deed le-dee see la so sigh.” Fine,
Let the spells be sung.
“‘Tis a task the faeries prize,” and who knows if it won’t
Help the clay to crack,
“Fiddle diddle perhaps a fact!”
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(C) sally young Eslinger 9/30/21
Thanks be to God
What to photograph first?
My yard is a haven for every color of flower.
There are mushrooms, and worn out stumps, and renegade violets.
There is Queen Anne’s lace, and prairie golden rod, and honeysuckle.
There are tiny red berries, and there is moss of the greenest green.
The sky is filled with lavender, and smoky gray, and the softest blues.
There are cardinals, and robins, and butterflies, and bumble bees, and wasps.
There are knotholes, and gnarled branches, a tree that crackles with crows congregating to go south.
There are wood nymphs, and elves, and faeries, and rainbow orbs, not seen by the naked eye.
I will start with the orbs.
mystical dewdrop
glittering rain summer’s eve
glistens the forest
bringing the faeries full force
out of the elves lair to play