Best Fairyland Poems

WORKSHOP POEM: GRAND TOUR TO FAIRYLAND


Sprinkled-rainbow clouds reign above the skies,
peeping yellow in-between wrinkled pillars 
shine like bulbs to crash the net of fog
attached to curve hands of green Cathedrals.

A carpet of bluebells and daffodils
covers the earth below. Creeping slow are mosses
and vines hugging the...

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The sky was yellow, with sparkling beams
in iridescent gold
reflected on the pointed hat
of an elf, two centuries old.

The hostess of the hour was sweet
in a robe of mismatched dyes.
She entertained with merely this--
a kiss in her root beer eyes.

The placemats were of baby fern,
woven in...

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~Back To Fairyland~
( Story or Narrative poem)


All the fairies were gathering at dawn 
And they were so happy in giving a hand 
"Cause in a few moments David the Gnome would be 
Arriving to fairyland and they wanted to make it grand 

David the gnome...

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It is surreal to me.
Corridors of dazzling colours.
Sonerous gurgling from hidden streams.
I must be in a gorgeous dream.
Murmurous whisperings of fairies.
In arcane little dwellings.
Or are they in the bulbous swellings
of unopen water lilies?
Far off I spy two beautiful fillies.
Until I stroke their silky manes.
In case...

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THE HOSPITAL FAIRYLAND

They walked together, hand in hand,
Into life’s magical fairyland.
Where there was no trouble, where there was no pain.
Where life could really, begin all over again.
Where were no men in little white coats.
Forcing you all, to stuff drugs down your throats.
Forcing you to do,...

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~ Another Fairyland Story: The Fairyland Ball~
(Short Story or  Narrative Poem) 


II 

Everything looked just fine when I arrived in Fairyland,
There was a warm 'Welcome Reception' for me,the Fairy Queen was close at hand. 
She gently told me to go ahead and rest after...

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~Another  Fairyland Story : Back To Fairyland~
( Short Story or Narrative poem)


All the Fairies were gathering at dawn 
And they were so happy in giving a hand 
"Cause in a few moments David the Gnome would be 
Arriving to Fairyland and they wanted to...

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~ Another Fairyland Story: The Fairyland Ball~
(Short Story or  Narrative Poem) 



II 

Everything looked just fine when I arrived in Fairyland,
There was a warm 'Welcome Reception' for me,the Fairy Queen was close at hand. 
She gently told me to go ahead and rest after...

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~ Another Fairyland Story: The Fairyland Ball~
(Short Story or  Narrative Poem) 


II 

Everything looked just fine when I arrived in Fairyland,
There was a warm 'Welcome Reception' for me,the Fairy Queen was close at hand. 
She gently told me to go ahead and rest after...

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Would you like to go to a land
where stories never end?
It rests on golden banks of sand,
just where the river bends.

The sky turns pale with whispered grace
as you pass the veil's embrace--
what a magical, wondrous sight
to see the fairies take to flight.

Elves dance lightly, two...

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I live in a whimsical fairyland
Where all of the mythical creatures live
Here there is only one who holds all command
Who unites everyone who lives here

Here there are dragons and fairies
And creatures only imagined
Spread out in wide open prairies
And they all get along just fine

Now some...

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Little girls with coiffured hair dressed as fairies or pixies
little misters masquerading as gnomes and elves
all came running like hungry bees to flowers
to my  garden resplendent with sunshine 
that afternoon in early May
for my little niece’s birthday party
Fairy land was my chosen theme
so the...

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There is a rocky path,
small fields on the left
and a mysterious forest on the right,
a fairyland.

Cold creek among the trees
running towards the lake.
A red short wall decorated with nettles
and a gate at the end of the road.

Winding hill, red brick steps on the side
with cones...

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Xanadu
                                   Ethereal, perpetual
        ...

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The hills that once were gold and red
Are now a deep gray and barren instead,
Awaiting the first drape of winter’s white
Snow, or ice crystals sparkling in the light,
When they become a fairyland of fantasy
A sleigh ride through the bowered canopy,
Headlining the holiday season’s pageantry
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