Best Fairyland Poems
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 intricate green,
and laughter was heard like the tinkling of bells,
near the banks of an ebony stream.
I boarded a raft for an underground cave,
which was carved in a spiral pattern.
The subterranean symphony hall
was draped in coral satin.
At the end of the course was a water-slide
in hues of ultraviolet,
with children bouncing up and down.
They prevailed upon me to try it.
Though some might want to interpret this,
myself, I'm in no hurry
to analyze such a sweet retreat,
which woke me without a worry.
~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 was so happy to be again with all his friends
All the fairies and elves, leprechauns and gnomes wanted to attend
Tinkerbright and Aethelwyne just descended from a tree
And happily started to cheer and when they saw David they did glee
With all their might and with their adepted tiny little hands
They started to clap and sing sweet songs that were grand
With joy and laughter all the fairies, leprechauns,elves and gnomes rose
For their hearts full of happiness did glow as their joy just arose
All of sudden there was not a sound and not a single bird from the boughs sang
Everybody looked around and they just smiled with joy as far as a mile
Then they just run and put their little arms around David the Gnome
Who was smiling so very happy too to be with his friends back again in Fairyland for awhile.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2011
December.21.2015
~Author's Notes:
" Back To Fairyland" this is just part 1, to be continued in Back to Fairyland part 2:)
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 I ner return again.
Please don't wake me.
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, what you didn’t want to.
Telling you it was all for the best, for you,
People shouting, people crying.
Most of the people talking about dying.
What is this hell, we’ve all come to?
It’s called coming off drugs, we all have It to go through.
Where will it end, what will we do?
None of us really, has a clue.
We are given more pills, we are told, we have to take.
To the men in white coats, life’s a piece of cake.
We are the prisoners, they guard the doors.
Some try to creep out, on all fours.
Into hell and back, we go for a ride.
Eventually if we’re lucky, we come out the other side.
Where we can walk, hand in hand.
Into life’s magical Fairyland.
Where there is trouble, where there is pain.
But at least we can start, living again.
~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 make it grand
David the Gnome was so happy to be again with all his friends
All the Fairies and Elves, Leprechauns and Gnomes wanted to attend
Tinkerbright and Aethelwyne just descended from a tree
And happily started to cheer and when they saw David they did glee
With all their might and with their adepted tiny little hands
They started to clap and sing sweet songs that were grand
With joy and laughter all the Fairies, Leprechauns, Elves and Gnomes rose
For their hearts full of happiness did glow as their joy just arose
All of sudden there was not a sound and not a single bird from the boughs sang
Everybody looked around and they just smiled with joy as far as a mile
Then they just run and put their little arms around David the Gnome
Who was smiling so very happy too to be with his friends back again in Fairyland for awhile.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2011
January.03.2017
~Author's Notes:
" Back To Fairyland" this is just part 1, to be continued in "Back to Fairyland" part 2:))
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 by two,
in morning mist and meadow dew.
Sweet music flows from a leprechaun’s lyre
as laughter trills like silver fire.
Skipping past a babbling brook,
through trees that sing if you just look,
the dragons lift a curious eye
as mermaids charm the Unseelie high.
And in the fields where daisies bloom,
the gnomes collect rose-petal plumes.
But be prepared to pay the toll
if you cross the Bridge of Trolls.
Now twilight wraps the drowsy land--
it's time to greet the Sandman's hand.
I hope your heart was light today...
don’t forget to come back this way.
Alesia Leach © 10/2014
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 say "Now how can this be?
There are no creatures such as these"
And then I say "I just don't agree.
These creatures do exist.
All you have to do to see them is close your eyes.
Now imagine each one and you'll see them."
They close their eyes and then their cries
"Now I see them too!"
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 spread all around,
just like if someone dropped them in a hurry.
At the top of the hill, right behind the bushes
a castle surrounded by acacias.
In front of the entrance a nut-tree.
Further, rabbits, swings, a sandpit and a slide.
Flowers everywhere.
A small beach at the bottom of the hill
with a thick chain at the entrance
and a leaning willow at the bank,
next to a rusty, creaky pier.
Warm raindrops dripping from the sun,
air filled with whispers, magic and wild mint.
Black night sprinkled with stars
mirrored in the surface of the lake.
Xanadu
Ethereal, perpetual
Beguiling, enchanting,mystifying
Pixies, Nymphs, Leprechauns, Tinkerbells
Chanting, ensembling, serenading
Whimsical,musical
Dreamland
2 September 2021
Diamante Poetry For Fun
Sponsored by Caren Krutsinger
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 kids could live their dream
My tulips danced to impress little guests
as their giggles filled the air
redolent with daffodil fragrance
Iridescent butterflies sought home at neighbors
Wise birds, playing obsequious hosts,
fled the feeder to watch from the maple
The little feet then stopped—
suddenly a pall of quiet
huddles and whispers
hither thither they started again
innocent eyes scouring every nook and corner
under the bush, behind the trees
Intrigued by the frantic search
there’s no treasure hunt, I assured
Looking for frogs to kiss, the girls confessed
a lone glass slipper, the boys’ quest
Written on 06/27/2016
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
Like on Christmas cards a frequent sight
A walk in the frosty hills is such a delight
Or bundled tight for a ride on a bobsled,
Steaming chocolate, and a warm cozy bed.
Written November 10, 2022
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TENTH PLACE WINNER
submitted to "2022 Marathon Lap 20" Poetry Contest
sponsored by Mark Toney
Row after row in or shine,
She grew them where the scattered lay;
Mayflowers, roses, columbine,
A fairyland among decay.
I ran to where her wielded wand
Cast beauty down between dead bark.
Damp earth we combed with clawing hand,
Light fingerplay among the dark;
Then danced upon her magic lawn.
"Choose one, the fairest to your eye.
It's grown for you and you alone;
Then tend till old enough to die."
Till old enough? For it or me?
My longer and my shorter years,
A garden kept on bended knee
From vine and weed, with sweat and tears,
And blooded briar, choking turf;
Till bye and bye, a withered rose;
And this: her hushing voice - "enough!
That was the fairyland you chose."
David Colquhoun.
Three faerie neonates left in the garden bright
They slept well yesterday, well into the night
The Banshee wanted to save them, but was attached to a house.
The Brownies were worried they would be eaten by a mouse.
Three brave faeries from fairyland came up on Kelpies to rescue them
They noticed one was a single, but the other two were from Brothers Grimm.
They fed them some chocolate cake dunked with milk and fresh fruit.
Those baby faeries were grateful, and began to laugh and toot.
Should we take them back to fairyland? The oldest fairy asked.
A crowing rooster came by and said “Have they had a bath?”
The Banshee was throwing a big fit throwing pots and pans.
They should stay here! She screamed in their Irish homeland!
The brownies organized a campfire, and the fairy elders were called.
The elves and gremlins came too, and the babies were dressed and dolled.
It was decided they were to stay in Ireland, so they were taken to the kitchen.
The Banshee stopped throwing things and began to stop her beetch'n.
"Flowers are the music of the ground from earth's lips spoken without sound." - Edwin Curran
During my morning saunter, I saw the crocus smile,
even as the dewdrops danced on dandy daffodils
The peonies poked out their puny buds from under the earth
and the vibrant violas shook their violet heads,
Lilies looked lovely in their pink and yellow dresses;
I stopped and stared at colours bared,
the sweetest scents staggered my senses,
The blissful breeze waltzed with the flowers,
As the birds belted music in the background;
Had I stepped into a fresh flower fairyland?
Grateful to God for His colour coordinated creations,
I realised ~ the harbinger of good times, Spring has arrived.
03.13.2021
For Brian Strand's "Your choice 2023" contest
There
is a
whimsical
place deep in the
forest where the limpid river runs through
a charmed stone arch bridge pulsing with magic.
A camouflage
to fool the
outside
world.
9/21/2020
example for Tetractys 3