Best Fairy Poems
The woods were silent except for the shifting
soft sounds of his hooves as they fell upon
the forest floor. There he stood amid the mist in
his white majestic coat calling to me to come
to him and ride upon his back, vanish with him,
(as the sun lay dying into quiet shades of twilight)
into an unknown sacred secret realm where no
one's footsteps could follow.
I stroked his soft warm velvet nose and felt the
subtle flair of his nostrils breath on my hand.
When I climbed upon his back we rode
as one as our love and trust in each other
had slowly grown into a synergy unsurpassed.
Moonlight filtered through the verdant trees
as darkness enveloped the starry sky.
Suddenly we found ourselves in a glade
where we were surrounded by the soft glow
of tiny faeries as numerous as fireflies.
We were warmly welcomed into their sacred
sanctuary and I felt enchanted by their sylvan
beauty as two tiny faeries braided long strands
of my golden hair, intertwining fragrant flowers.
I was asked if I would help to keep the forest
safe from clear cutting, and I promised I would.
I awoke to the faint sound of hoofbeats as dawn
was rising and there were pretty flowers in my hair.
12-25-18
© Connie Marcum Wong
Poem of the Day April 4, 2016
As the sun arose in the eastern skies
a fairy princess sits rubbing her eyes.
Yawning she glimpses her magical isle
and her tiny lips, curl into a smile.
Standing she stretches in her treetop bed,
anxious anticipates what lies ahead.
She flutters her wings to get them ready,
raising one knee, she jumps slow and steady.
Hovering like, a hummingbird she glides
then races off with both arms at her sides.
With lots to see her day has just begun,
she never stops until the setting sun.
Racing through the forest over fields of wheat
smelling the flowers, is her daily treat.
Talks to the butterflies this sunny morn,
tests the fresh honey and tastes some sweet corn.
Spotting a pond sparkling like a mirror
zooms back and forth each time getting nearer,
watching her reflection, no time to think
crashed in a deer who had just stopped to drink.
Later discovers she’s broken her wings,
Lies in bed knowing what carelessness brings.
Six months of bed rest was taking their toll,
this fairy princess was losing her soul.
Finally the day came to test her wings
her will is determined her heart now sings,
shouts out with joy as she reaches the sky,
nothing feels greater, than when you can fly.
Iambic Pentameter
Written by Brenda Meier-Hans
01.14.2015
Contest: Sketch a Fictitious Character II
You've no doubt heard of fire-breathing dragons,
and their obsession with hoarding treasure.
But you have never heard of Huffle-Winks,
magical creatures that promote pleasure.
Invisible, atop their dragonflies,
they ride the winds of fate mile after mile.
And wherever they encounter a frown,
they attempt to flip it into a smile.
They summon dragonflies to get around,
for, unlike dragons, they haven't learned to fly.
But, if you suddenly feel like laughing,
it's a safe bet; a Huffle-Wink's nearby.
In winter, when dragonflies disappear,
they hitch a ride upon tumbling snowflakes.
And if you're lucky enough to catch one,
it's like winning the lottery sweepstakes.
I've never seen one, except in my dreams,
but I feel, in my heart, they are real.
And what makes me so sure that they exist
is the joyful way that they make me feel.
When you're feeling particularly blue,
remember, Huffle-Winks are all around.
And as spirits of jocularity,
they ensure that smiles and laughter abound.
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
It was the last year of high school and there was a lack of beaux,
But then I got an invite. Whew, that was close!
So now the Prom was coming and I was going to go!
Mom gassed up for the city, headed out with me in tow,
Big stores all hunched together on a tall and scary street,
One dress along a rack with just repeat, repeat, repeat.
But Mom found a creation in an entirely different place,
Moulded tulle and satin, fairy dust and moonlit lace!
I thought she was kidding though the thing was just my size.
I was worried; fairy tales don't often turn out to be wise.
And the price tag is ridiculous! I said Mom take a look!
She plunked it down determinedly, tore a check out of the book.
That left a lot for me to do. My looks are commonplace.
New makeup and new lipstick; how about new face?
Silken shoes, a tiny purse, it's a lot of stress
Just trying to live up to this fantastic dress!
Rhinestone droplets dangle dangerous from my ear,
My long hair piled up high. How much taller I appear!
Prom night came...Poor Tommy! I was done up to impress.
My hair swept up, my makeup on, long earrings and the Dress!
He stood there in the doorway, uncertain in his tux,
Black tie, stiff shirt; this is getting all too much!
The corsage he held between us was carnations glowing red.
He looked up cautiously and ventured; "Is that you, Bo?" he said.
She's a halo of hope,
fulfilled by fireflies, shedding her soul in sage seas ~
stars elope...
roaring wolf rife,
a forest flutter of rose seeds ~
she's life...
heart stirs
fairy floss dreams,
b l u r s
she's a halo of hope,
a forest flutter of rose seeds ~
blurs...
Between the trees tall figures
Sisters hidden by perfect mirrors
Behind shivering trees pale and drawn
Shadows snicker at glories dawn
Fairies draw near flickering sheer petal wings
By quivering glimmer perfect mirrors swing
A verdant sea of cushion ferns and bushes
Admiring absolute spring beauty wishes
A magical playful fairy
Crowning grace
Streaming lace
Clustering ferns trace
Gossamer wings case
A shadow that goes in and out a pearl of merry
11/15/2016
Outside was I one evening
with my jacket on,
gazing at the pumpkin
still out there on my lawn
with its face carved in a grin.
It was November first.
A sad mood I was in.
For Halloween was over,
and October’s pretty days
of brilliant reds and yellows
would turn to browns and greys.
I went to get the pumpkin
to toss it in the trash.
Behind it I caught sight
of a bright and tiny flash.
I thought perhaps my eyes
were playing tricks on me.
The flash had arms and legs
and wings with which to flee.
It was a little fairy,
and she used a wand to show
a message made of sparkles
to set my heart aglow.
Her twinkling wand spelled out
“Be happy for this reason:
Soon will be Thanksgiving
and then the Christmas season.”
November’s Twinkle Fairy
appeared to me that day
to show the season’s sweetness
before she flew away!
Nov. 17, 2019
Wondering how fairies obtain dresses?
It's because they have fairy seamstresses
Sewing with pine needles and spidery
Gathered from spiders fine web filigree.
Pretty petals for fabric, leaves for shoes
Smelling of sweet fragrant floral perfume
Flowers to adorn their flowing tresses
Crystal star droplets sown into dresses.
Gossamer to turn into fairy wings
So fairies may fly in sky, revelling
Sprinkles of fairy dust, a wand for luck
When all dressed up, so pretty fairies look.
When you find fairies in a fairy glade
Recall how their lustrous outfits are made.
stelliferous arcs,
of chiffon-sewn cosmic chains
and rose-glazed silk yarns...
a tapestry of crystal ~
love-tendrils on eden's heart...
Somewhere deep in these enchanted woods
a fairy is perched upon a delicate daisy
she yawns and stretches her transparent wings
as all around her in the dim purple glow of twilight
the fireflies shine and dance
with the butterflies as they fly away to hide until dawn
the frogs and the crickets prepare for their midnight symphony
a majestic unicorn approaches the stream to drink from the cool waters.
The fairy now rests on this delicate daisy
gazing up at the darkening purple sky
filled with misty stars that twinkle like diamonds
through the tree branches she can just see
a perfect crescent moon looking down on her
as she drifts off to sleep
this fairy lives in a fantasy world
so, what wondrous thing can she possibly dream about?
Notes - I had just started writing in free verse when I joined Poetry Soup.
Before that, all of my poems were rhymed. I was very nervous about posting
this as my first poem. It was also my first contest entry. So, that was fun and exciting,
and it got me hooked on The Soup!
When dreamtime leads me to a mystic land
I saunter quietly ... climbing a hill,
For the kingdom of fairies and elves reigns
With gossamer wings and jewels in their hair.
A sapphire castle laps with ambient winds
Robed in diamante from godly hands.
Sweet mist of air and silver voices echo
Through quivering rock pools of hawthorns green.
This lofty place thrills bright imaginings
Upon glittered sands like tiers of limestone,
Hard marbles and finely-polished pebbles
Lie dotted through rainbow of stardust ,untold.
Tasseled wands bestow spells on the courtyard
Beguiling my eye with pixie- waltz steps
Until, at the height of enchanted awe
Fairy Queen lends magic, then fades in dreams!
Second Chance # 3 Contest of Broken Wings
Posted 4/21/2016
Judging Finalized 4/27/2016
In a magical forest among the purple ice plants
the queen fairy floats by inside a bubble and chants
"Come to me all fairy lights and play softly among your flutes"
hundreds of fairies fly to her in a great multitude they swoop
Soft music from the fairies make the flowers start to sway
bending low and high reaching for the sky they splay
The flowers bouncing each bubble with a fairy inside
giving each a beautiful and peaceful joy ride.
T Reams
This magical fairy who paints my dreams
Has blushed my fantasy in subtle hints
That kissed dreamy night on the thrills of fall--
An amber delight on the hills hued brown
I have known her long since blossoms of spring
When grass was green in the lilting prairies
And scent of my garden perfumed soft winds
While butterflies roamed in search of honey
Upon summer's zeal she shimmied with breeze
And teased my musings in rustles of trees
As echoes of love waltzed on humid air
And sailed with me on tides of blue ocean
I see her charm now as leaves turn crimson
When desires of passions our moods invoke
And moon’s shadows on rushing water float
In waves of romance where blue river flows
She waits for me beneath twinkles of stars
Where scarlet vistas blaze autumn’s canvas
And holds me closely in rhythms of her heart
As pulses soon dance to nightingale’s song
But, just when it's time to satiate dreams
Alas! she leaves spanning mystical wings
Though this quest chased passions illusory
Cherish I'll, always, daydreams she lent me
April 8, 2021
Ten syllables per line (howmanysyllables.com)
Placed 1st: This or that, vol. 1 poetry contest
Title chosen: Chimera
Sponsor: Edward Ibeh
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Find here a poem read throughout the ages,
passed down from elders to youngsters below
A mystical rhyme with a fairy tale ending
that maybe is true but we really don’t know
Perhaps just a legend, the town folk all chuckle
as children run off through the forest each night
In hopes they will capture a glimpse of the magic
a small dancing fairy so happy and bright
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A fairy named twinkle, the month of November,
when twilight comes calling in grey flannel hues
As evergreens rest with their branches a’ shimmer
and winter reflects in these cold weather views
While there in a clearing, the fairy she dances
as sparkles go flitting aloft in the air
Her wings all a flutter in snowflakes of glitter,
the woods come alive on this evening to share
The stars in the heavens all mirror her image,
like glimmering sequins in silver and gold
Orbiting gems on a black velvet skyline,
a wonderful gift for the scene to behold
When chipmunks and rabbits and deer start to gather
all wearing a smile at this beauty they see
This fairy named twinkle who spins as she offers
her November dance oh so delicately
The moon shining full sends its beams down around her,
illumines her movements, a soft evening glow
While squirrels with acorns sit up in the treetops,
the best seats they find for this magical show
Then just as it started, so soon it is over,
as footsteps are heard on a path winding through
The fairy named twinkle departs in an instant
as children approach so in hope of a view
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So there now you have it, the poem of Twinkle
her November dance when the evening is new
But is she for real or just imagination
I can’t really say, I’ll leave that up to you
10/22/19
Written for the: November Twinkle Fairy Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Caren Krutsinger