Best Fairies Poems
O to be in England
in the early days of spring
when the golden daffodils
steal the heart and make it sing.
Roaming the Lake District
far away from urban noise,
by cascading waterfalls
enamoured of nature’s voice.
Up the craggy mountains
or on hills in shades of green,
watch the sun as down it slides
veiling tarns with sanguine sheen.
O to be there with you
holding hands in amber light
basked in aural twilight field;
daylight melting into night.
Fireflies or fairies
My mind cannot well discern.
Feelings surge within my soul,
Nature sighs with me and yearns.
Time and breath both bated
as your lips touch mine with bliss;
stars aflutter, for they know
Love is born with your sweet kiss.
A Callman Collaboration (Paul Callus and Eileen Manassian)
Way back in the woods all nestled away
I found the place where Leprechauns play
To find the place I had to first find the door
Keeping it hidden is what the Waterfall is for
Behind the falls there lies a mystical cave
To scale the cliff one must be very brave
As you enter the cave these words are true
The most magical of places is waiting for you
The cave is not dark in fact it’s rather bright
For thousands of crystals are beaming with light
As you pass through the cave it is so clear to see
There are places on earth where men shouldn’t be
As I stepped out of the cave on the other side
My own amazement I could never hide
There were waterfalls, Rainbows & Butterflies galore
I felt as though I had stepped through Heavens door
As I took to the path it suddenly occurred to me
This path is made out of gold, as gold as could be
I looked at a tree stump and got lost in the spell
For the sign in front said, “The Leprechaun Hotel”
A hundred tiny windows were all beaming with light
For the sun had just dropped, dropped clean out of sight
A whole world had lit up right before me
Mushrooms were homes for Fairies you see
Sometimes in life we embrace the magic of a spell
Mystical creatures in heaven, far as my eyes could tell
The fairies were tiny angels that lit up the night
I’ve never seen anything so beautiful and bright
Then all at once a feeling took over my soul
And I truly felt that it was time I should go
As I turned to leave I heard a Leprechaun say
From all of this gold you’ll just walk away
The fairy said, “One wish is granted to you”
“Make any wish you like and it will come true”
I explained how wealth was once all that I sought
And my dreams and wishes were already bought
You see God sent an Angel who planted a seed
That sprouted our love, which is all that I need
Inspired by a wall painting at my Dentist office
and written for my wife.
A long, long time ago in the land of Fays,
lived a forest nymph of beguiling beauty.
Laila, the queen of the trees, an angel of joy,
whose mere presence brought spirits to life.
She was beloved by all the creatures of the
woods. Her voice gave magic to sunlight.
The wind from her step brought flowers to
bloom.
One day, while Laila was dancing through
the scented grasses of the glade,
a fanciful dragonfly, on his dutiful rounds,
became enchanted by Laila's song.
Being drawn by the scent of her happiness
and after circling dizzily around her head,
he lit right on the tip of her nose and
immediately started to jig.
The sight of such glee so delighted Laila
that she broke into uncontrollable laughter.
As soon as it was heard it shattered into
thousands of tiny moonbeams and from
that, my little ones, Fairies were born.
A Fairy Tale For Children Contest
Sponsored By Eve Roper
02/16/2017
My garden brings the fairies,
you will never know the hour.
The sun may just be peeping
past the apple tree in flower.
See them? No! But I discern
pixie clues they leave behind:
the fragrant thyme they danced upon . . .
I am always sure to find
a dewdrop mirror clinging
to a blossom hanging low;
I hear their tinkling laughter
when the breezes softly blow.
Sometimes I think I spy them
riding on a firefly's back
at dusk above the garden,
but their pathway's hard to track.
Jumping off, hiding themselves
in moss blankets--soft delights--
their flying steeds unharnessed.
"Go to sleep, my garden sprites."
Copyright, 5/1/2014
Faye Gibson
Is there a special place to find you
A place where fairies fly
Where all our memories are kept
Where we need not question why
Can we walk together arm in arm
Strolling our memory lane
Recalling times more pleasant
As I softly speak your name
What a magical wonderful sight
Sharing thoughts here once again
Maybe fairies hold our secrets
And take away our pain
If I could find you in this place
I would hold on to you so tight
Never allowing you to slip away
While fairies take their flight
Have you ever seen a fairy fly by?
Perhaps you have and didn't know you did.
You thought she was a pretty butterfly,
Or even a fast flying humming bird.
But if it does happen that you see one,
You must not take the time to even blink,
For the fairy though she's very tiny,
Is faster than a nectar seeking bee.
If you think eyes have deceived you, listen,
You might just hear the tinkle of her bell.
Few of us have ever seen a fairy.
Friends may state that you saw not what you saw.
Knowing you've been honored by her visit,
You hold her tight within your memory.
Sometime in your leisure you'll remember
It was a thrill to see her that May day.
Written: 5/19/16
Wood Fairies There Often Play
Deep in that far wooded glen
was a place made for men
Was not so easily found
complete with Nature sound
Comfort for man and beast
just a mile northeast
Great to rest my soul there
peacefulness makes me aware
Wood fairies there often play
stacking rocks in my way
A test to see me step aside
watching from where they hide
Daring to find resting sleep
my soul they try to keep
No malice,just a loving desire
to share their eternal fire
Each visit I must bid adieu
with a, "so sad to leave you"
My friends of the wooded glen
thanks for allowing me in
Always this is the sweet reply
see you in the by and by
You are most welcomed any time
our uniting is most sublime
Each Spring my trek begins
to again see my little friends
As I slowly walk my way in
I marvel at this far wooded glen
Robert J. Lindley, 05-23-2015
I bet you didn’t know about the fairies
assigned to all the infants that are born.
At night beside her precious charge each tarries
while softly crooning lullabies till morn.
An extra special fairy will be sent
to first-time mothers of a girl or boy,
for when the harried fretting mom is spent,
she only has to look upon her joy.
As magic dust releases from above,
the mother sighs and holds her baby near.
Then particles illuminate the love
of one who coos while cradling her dear.
As fairies go, there simply is no other
as blessed as she who serves the child and mother.
Where have all the fairies gone
where do they go at night.
Do they take to the wing
and off they go in flight?
I thought that they were down
at the bottom of the garden path,
so when i'm in the garden
I look close down in the grass.
So why is it that when
I am tucked up in my bed
I can hear them laughing,
Or is it in my head?
I wish that I could tell you
just where those fairies be,
But when I go and look for them
they always seem to flee.
We've even had a fairy ring
upon our lawn appear,
But even then our search for them
they seem to disapear.
One day I'll find the fairies
but till then, even if I fail,
Il'll always believe in them
it's not a fairy tale.
Jacque Lee
Fairies are beautiful creatures that live a world of their own
Some have powers and do magic some even get full grown,
These are creatures that have wings that sparkle with a bright light
They even have little wands that light up at night,
I believe in fairies as much as I believe in myself
Some fairies even have small friends called elves,
The small creatures are beautiful and free
People may look at you funny because they don't believe,
I will always believe in all mystical creatures
Even if some of them have funny features,
If we all could try to believe in something they may not be real
Just maybe then the world would be a better place and we can express how we feel.
Written By:Unique Poetry 2015
Away with the fairies
No sense in my head
“Just feathers and sawdust,”
or so my mum said
With vacant expression
I stared into space
She said, “I won’t do much
For the human race.”
I told her, “I’m thinking.”
She said, “About what!”
And I said, “Your sister,
Aunt Maisie is HOT!”
I think I’m in danger
of a sore behind
My mum said, “She’s too old,
and you’re not her kind.”
I said, “Mum, just last week,
we went to the zoo.
She said she loves big snakes!
Well, what could I do?”
My mum screeched, “You pervert!
You’re still just a child
You’ve got nothing downstairs
to drive women wild.”
I said, “Keep your hair on.
Your sister likes lads.
And also, she told me…
mine’s bigger than Dad’s.”
A voice calls to me in dreams
if only I could open this mind
to all of the fairy tale legends
enchanting every meaning
softly memories flow
remembering back dreaming
as a young lad.
How magic the old Celtic tales were
wishing I was in the thick of it
even thinking back they would all make
magical movies
they would bring magic to children's eyes
even adults would enjoy.
Taking everyone into a different realm
where butterflies are fairy princesses chariots
with their beautiful colors
waltzing in a cool summer breeze.
Sailing into the glen among'st heather
softly blossoming all shades
flowering to the softest pink
also lilac to purple
gently whispering winds carrying her moaning
sad romantic tales whistling through the trees
Over the ages white dots on a soul
breathless rings around loves beauty
peace under the hawthorn bush
dreaming within petals of you my love
the fairy princess becomes queen.
Waking, I heard a lovely song.
Somehow, the music didn't belong.
Bell-like in tone, to softly please.
Perhaps was only summer's breeze.
Dreamlike music, not lasting long.
I opened blinds and there, askew
pocket-size fairies spritzing dew.
Midst them smiled a green leprechaun.
Their tiny laughter welcomed dawn--
wee pixies only rainbows knew.
Sun starts its rise and day begins.
Their music stops, their graceful spins.
Quickly, they leave in group as one.
In dawns, I search; in wind they've gone.
They filled my dreams with violins.
Originally submitted January, 2022
Totally rewritten June 13, 2022
for Tall Tales Three Fantasy Fiction Contest
by Jeff Kyser
5th place
Once upon a time when I was a little girl
I knew the sun fairy quite intimately
It SEEMS SO LONG AGO since I was UP EARLY
For day breaks first kiss of sunlight
I bathed in the sparkling dew
and cast gold dust over sun’s first rays
To wake the flowers and start the birdsong
Then watching in the gentle light
As sleepyheads start to toss, FULL OF PEP, arise
I’d follow winding paths to wake the apples
Find the gardens already stretching
I’d twirl about with the adrenaline of wakefulness
Oh, BUT I DID LOVE THEM, those EARLY MORNINGS long ago
I’M PAST MY PRIME now, as fairies go
And another has taken my ethereal sun wings
To dance with sunbeams in a tango for two
For contest Collaboration
Sponsored by Line Gauthier
Written: 8-6-2019
fairy couple beaming
queen anne's lace wedding gown
tiny woodland bells