Best Faery Poems
O! FLUFF! FIZZ! ICE-TRUFFLES and BANDALEES!
Can't see the forest, for the snow on trees!
Where every gossamer veil of snow delights
And every string of bulbs mimics Heav'n's Lights!
O! TRUE! the tales of gnomes and Ice-Elves are!
(I fear some fool will catch one in a jar
and so, I've held my Peace on this -- so far)
But NOW, I must speak out, you see... on par
With Ancient Wisdom are the Fairy Stories,
Chuck full of Angels, dwarves... filled with the Glories
Of... Champions, Magicians of Renown...
Of tiny folk, who live in Tinytown…
Of Reprimands for those who trouble Nature
(Or use JUST Scientific Nomenclature).
REBUKE! O, WISE! The Unbelievers, ALL!
Who LAUGH at gnolls and trolls, both great, and small!
For He that trusts not, sews with poison thread,
That knots Hope; leaves Imagination dead.
Date Written: December 28, 2018
For Contest: BUNNY LUMP
Sponsored by: Caren Krutsinger
I am my fathers son
I am my mothers daughter
Forged in Dragons Flame
Birthed in Neptunes Water
I hear the song of the Warrior
I dance to the warriors tune
I am known as the Healer
I am the guardian at high noon
How my eyes shine in the night!
In morning I soar with the sun
I belong to the First Born
My heart and the Goddess are one
The Wizard is my teacher
The Dragon is my friend
An Angel was my mentor
I will protect thee to the end
Damselfly wings take me in flight
Soaring over my Homeland
I run with the Wolves at night
When peril comes I will make my stand.
If darkness falls I will shine my light
I will covet thee and protect thee
With all my heart
With all my might
I am my fathers daughter I am my mothers son
I will bring the Healing Waters
With sword in hand
I battle till the day is won
faeryluna.com
Once upon a time
There was a man
Who lost his job
And his home
And his car
And he slept under a tree.
Simpleton that he was,
He never gave thought
To asking the oak's permission.
But the majestic old tree,
Being wise in its great age,
Suffered the unlucky human
To lie there in grateful repose
Between two of its massive,
Outspreading roots.
And there were visitors,
Unseen and unheard
By the man but who,
For their own secret reasons,
Took an interest in him.
So these playful beings
Found a way to indulge
Their sense of mischief
Whilst helping the man
Avoid further calamities
To his person.
The woods where he slept,
You see, were privately kept,
And others like himself would,
On occasion,
Pass close by that spot.
Well, the man was of a mind
To sleep well past the dawn.
But the toilers began
Their day early, so it would
Be only a short march of time
Before their paths
Would finally cross.
So the task at hand
For the imps
Or the elves
Or the ghosties
Or the faeries
Lay in devising clever ways
Of rousing the man
Without ever revealing to him
Their own true nature.
Once, for example, they bounced a
Large, round, feather-light something
Off the side of his sleepy head.
It felt like a giant nerf ball but was
Nowhere to be seen immediately after.
On another occasion, they directed
A friendly little toad
To land with a thud within inches
Of his horizontal face.
But in other instances
They acted more boldly;
Tickling his hair,
Grabbing him by the shoes,
Or yanking on an elbow.
The only time he thought to ignore
Such a silent sort of
"By yore leave, yer slumberin' Grace",
He only just avoided a confrontation
With some early-morning workers.
But Serendipity finally intervened,
And after the passage of a fortnight or so,
This man's situation changed yet again,
And he no longer had to sleep upon the earth.
But a peculiar thing occurred, you see.
Being accustomed to regular attention from
His entertaining unseen guardians,
The man found himself unwilling to return
To the bland comforts of a regular bed.
And thus it was only by
Withdrawing their favors
That they compelled him to
Quit that place for good.
And then, reluctantly, with yet
Further pointless delays,
I finally said my goodbyes
And left that place as I found it.
Jason had a friend,
It was the Undertaker,
Jason had a fight,
And did a massive piledriver!
Jason had a deal,
With Freddy Kruger,
Got to start killing field,
Scaring new kids on the block.
Jason met his mother,
And stayed in Bates motel,
Found he has a lost older
brother,
Who is a freaky peeping tom.
Jason learnt from Norman
Bates,
Settled in his home sweet
home,
Got poisoned and back
stabbed,
Made him mad enough to
spilt Norman in half!
Jason now is all alone,
No friends or foes,
Will the devil take him to Hell,
Or angels save his soul?
Oh what can ail you, faery lady?
With eyes as blue as the sea
Truly you are not alone,
As ravishing are thee
Your soul seems withered and callous
Your heart is surely dying
lying amongst the garden leaves
While pools of blue are crying
Like the cries of a dying bird
Echoing through the trees
I hear you moan and ache so deep
I feel you long to be
Oh kind sir, I’m trapped here
Never to love again
For every soul I’ve come to care
I’ve brought to their bitter end
A knight, he came upon me
Atop his brilliant steed
But when I said I loved him
I planted an evil seed
He made me lovely things
To show me all his care
I stroked his hair so gently
But the curse it would not spare
His eyes grew dim and weary
As dark as a winter’s day
He breathed my very essence
And vowed to forever stay
Intoxicated and wilting
The rose waned from his cheeks
He climbed his brilliant steed no more
And love no longer speaks
Oh kind sir, I really wish
These words I speak were real
But a faery’s tongue is ages old
And thus your fate is sealed
Now forever resting
In loves eternal sleep
That is why WE lie here
In this garden where I weep
May the stars blend together and sprinkle
To spread its magic dust down onto me
The faeries all live en mass in the sky
I feel their delightful glow constantly
The stars are extremely prosperous here
Falling down they deliver and go shoot
It’s the dust that makes them so powerful
The source of their talent, the center root
I enjoy the harmony they cherish
The sky is present with their memory
An entrance to the heavens through their grace
A festival for their mind I agree
Faeries come over to express themselves
The very sight of them make the stars shine
Magic dust arrives in bunches right now
Sprinkling down onto me by its design
Russell Sivey
Sweet smile and her kind eyes
brings out all her yips once at sight,
A charm lady and her honeyed voice
brings forth all her pureness her girlhood fistfight.
Longed emotions and assuasive cosmea
thrives out all her tears once at tormented,
A blissful mind and her bolshy heart
bents all her faiths her boded against enchanted.
Baffled her eyeses and elusive her temptations
whisk off her esteemed days of gloriole,
A worthy soul and her kiddo armories
all the way she makes me smile drawn-out for long time.
Dated: 16/01/2010
Please Note: This poem is dedicated to one of my Jr. Miss Chaitali Dash
I am the Faery Explorer
no lives less
always the more
your path I've chosen
learning is my way
this I do many lives through
for my Family Fae
In your step
behind your eyes
upon your breath
my Faery soul lies
we sing, we laugh, we make merry
with you I hurt and cry
I am, the Explorer Faery
Eat drink and be Faery
For tomorrow we Fly!
faeryluna.com
She flitters there in the air right near me
A gorgeous faery that enables hope
Her powers are great and surely plenty
She doesn’t stand pouting and doesn’t mope
The faery shares all of her love that’s sound
She flitters there in the air right near me
Her heart’s huge, enough for many around
She floats over my shoulder lovingly
Her size is quite tiny and sure unique
My faery helps me all throughout my day
She flitters there in the air right near me
She sits with me even all of today
I get some material things from her
But nothing for my soul, that’s my body
Faery is a dreamer, for she’s clever
She flitters there in the air right near me
Russell Sivey
The Wild Horse
He who seeks only control
becomes drunk
on the clouded waters,
drawn from the wells of will.
And his heart,
remains the size of a thimble.
He is the flamboyant fool in the velvet coat,
whose starched collar
chaffes the wrinkles at his throat.
He grips an ancient map
charted by ancient men,
plotting a dark dead land,
where he has heard his own castle awaits him.
And so filled is he with his own assurity,
so intent on his own success;
that he straddles the wild horse.
The very essence of life itself.
He wears razor spurs at his heels,
and he is not regretful at using them.
He believes it is permissible
to inflict pain upon the flesh,
if it should make him lord
over what cannot be tamed and
should never be reined.
But long before his journey's end,
his life force is expended.
And as he tires,
he spits harsh words and curses
at the same magnificent animal
that serves to bear his weight.
In his path,
boulders fall and break,
to slow his way, make him think again.
But he forgoes the warnings.
Lush pastures he passes,
where the wild horse longs to
explore or graze.
But he ignores them.
Instead, he forces his way
through the sacred trails,
long ago reclaimed by the pixies.
And then;
just as he eyes
the distant grey fort that he has longed for
upon the cliffs of his ambition,
he is tossed and bucked
and flung into a bush of thistles.
And there he lies,
broken and bruised,
all fancies forgotten.
Left only to his pleading and weeping
for the very life itself
that he attempted to
squash into submission.
Pippa gray 2018.
The placement of a glowing blue faery
Vital to their dying land
Has healing for all faeries
Russell Sivey
Spare me your pity and give me your spite,
‘tis a heartier diet for my kind of sprite.
My mothers are banshees who prey on your tears,
my sisters, the furies who feed on your fears.
The daughter of those who wail in the night,
the playmate of sirens, who in sailors delight.
In this land of faery, nightmares are formed;
my lips are the gateway, knight, be forewarned!
IN THE DEAD OF NIGHT
SHE DASHES IN FLEETING
HUMANS IN THEIR BEDS
LAY SLEEPING
IN A TINY VELVET BAG
UNDER THE PILLOW LAY
A TINY WHITE TOOTH
WHICH SHE WHISKS AWAY
SHE IS SO QUIET
THAT NOBODY STIRS
HER TINY WINGS BEATING
SOUND LIKE CATS PURRS
WITH A GENTLE HAND
SHE PLACES A COIN
AND FLIES OUT OF THE WINDOW
THE NEXT CHILD SHE'S GOING
TO REMOVE A LOST TOOTH
AND REPLACE IT WITH SILVER
AND A SPRINKLE OF FAERY DUST
BUT SHE CAN'T LINGER
THERE IS WORK TO BE DONE
BEFORE THE NIGHT IS GONE
TO RETURN TO THE FAE WORLD
TIL NIGHT NEXT COMES ALONG
England glides in grace.
Heartfelt Oak and Sage herald
Its faery language.
English lightens weight,
Glides through fae-tinged tales to wake
Syllabic rebirth.
Softly she drifts
across our screens,
light as a bird
and sweet as a stream
Huggling a gum tree
part of my home,
Over and ever
to wander and roam
To Dance like a dervish
Beki does fly,
Omi her shadow
flowing right beside
Having hats aplenty
and smiles of love,
Love is her blessing
it flows from above
Loved by us all
from way deep inside,
her words a serrature
to live life with pride
Kind and thoughtful
building us up,
warmth in abundance
overflows her cup
She found courage
throwing off worries,
shadow of sorrow
Lives in memory
But living again
among us now,
floating to meanings
shes touching the clouds
For a good friend she knows who she is :) love Jayne x x