Best Faery Poems

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...

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Influenced by "Sir Gawain and the Green Knight" and "The Rape of the Lock," my goal is to write this completely in iambic meter with (mostly?) rhyming couplets. (Though the intro's meter varies, the main parts will all be fourteeners). Entirety is a W.i.P.
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Presentiment

La femme...

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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...

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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  ...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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The placement of a glowing blue faery
Vital to their dying land
Has healing for all faeries

Russell Sivey...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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