Best Fantasybeautiful Poems


The Princess and Her Dream-----Childrens Story

Once upon a time in a far away land.There was a deep dark forest and in the middle 
of the forest was a road paved of gold that led to a beautiful castle.This is where a 
beautiful princess lived all alone her name was Isabella.Every night as she laid her 
head down to sleep she would dream of a handsome prince to come and rescue 
her.The princess was kept imprisoned by three wicked witches.Their names were 
Hazel,Mable,Kara they were sisters and Hazel was the boss.Mable and Kara done 
what ever Hazel told them.So Mable's job was to keep anyone from seeing the 
princess.Hazel kept everyone away from the castle.Kara's job was to keep the  
princess from being  lonely.At night fall before the princess went to bed Kara would 
brush the princess's beautiful long hair.The princess was so pretty her hair was 
blonde and her eyes were sparkling blue.
Kara cared for the princess because she wanted her to always to be happy.In 
another castle far away there lived a prince who always dreamed of finding his 
princess.One day as the prince was out hunting he came to the edge of the 
forest.He got off  his horse and began to feel his princess was very close.Just as the 
prince had that thought Mable had a vision that the  prince was at the edge of the 
forest.Mable ran straight to Hazel to tell her what she had seen.Hazel told Mable I 
have a suprize for  him.As the prince entered the forest a big ball of fire appeared 
before him.Hazel.Mable knew it was very important to keep the prince from ever 
meeting  the princess or they  would turn to ashes.As the prince rode around the 
ball of fire he just knew there was someone special beyond that fire.
As the princess and Kara were locked in the castle.The princess turned to Kara and 
said"I have a  feeling someone wonderful is comming my way".As the prince rode 
around the fire Hazel and  Mable began to turn to ashes for they knew the prince 
would have the  princess.Kara  was not turning to  ashes cause she  was in the 
princess's heart.When the prince got to the castle and Kara opened the door and  
their eyes met for the very first time they both felt it was love at first site.Kara 
stayed with them forever.They were married  and lived happier ever after.The End
The moral of this story is dreams do come true.Teresa Skyles

I Spoke To the Moon

The moon had long since it spoke to me
About its pearly star
I ask her to sit in  my bed
So I could take from her a spoon of light   

One summer evening I saw her at my window
And opened it right away 
Chasing her was a radiant star
But she could not come to me and stay

The moon had long since talked with me
About loves born through the centuries 
While I prayed with my heart and hands
For just a little residual light from its star

The moon had long since talked with me
Promising and expected to come one day
On my Handrail a full-blown rose
Was a gift from all miracles I prayed

I spoke to the Moon about the golden rose 
Precious this gift and full of worth
"The beautiful star was the one followed after
Sweet this kind of life through the thorns...

I spoke to the Moon late last night 
Now she is my beautiful and pure friend 
When she is mad, I talk to the star 
When I feel lonely, she offers me her hand…

Song Birds

"a beautiful song openes your heart"

                    A harmony of sounds I hear.
                Four songbirds singing in my ear.
                    My yard is where they live
                a soaring heart is what they give.
                The beauty of keeping them near.

                    There was two green and two blue.
        It made me think of the love between me and you.
          They fly through the air with the greatest of ease.
                      Flying way up top high in the trees.
             The sounds they sing I have never heard.
              So I thank God for those beautiful songbirds.
                           
                     Fill my soul with a beautiful song
                     Not a short one but make it long.
                                            Teresa Skyles
Entered in Constance La France~A rambling poet~four beautiful birds contest


The Mystical Garden

It blossoms,hovering with its foundation,
As it grows firm on man's imagination,
Refreshing,it clears our desperation,
Permitting,the child in an adult creates great fiction,

Feeding our thoughts,life's beauty it adorns,
Forget-me-not beckons,
As its soothing fragrances reckons,
Filling our lungs with the air we lean on,

Flying with the beautiful wings of the butterfly,
Nector we suck,as increasing our yield we try,
Soaring,freedom, our spirits cry,
Failing to yield to life's spy,

Sailing over reality's challenges,
Lady-in-boat our hopes clings,
As we dream gracefully through its pages,
Humming beautiful tunes,our heart chirps,

We walk the path of the lily,
Clothed in its serene purity,
As we color our path with its virginity,
Hoping to live in its gracious nationality, 

The gorgeous rose blossoms,
Striking our hearts with commitment's hormones,
As our lives,we are willing to lose,
Hoping to elude reality's woes,

The sun shines with radiant gold,
Reliving our days as we grow old,
But the body retires with stories untold,
As the bell toll and our imaginations  fold,

Beautiful Monster

She's not human
Nor a animal
She' lives in a human body
She's a monster
But a beautiful monster

She's not human
But yet she act's like a human
She looks like a beautiful humans
She lives with a humans
But she's a monster
A beautiful monster

She's not human
She wasn't born human
She's uncontroable
She's powerful
But she's a monster
A beautiful monster

She's a beautiful monster that never dies!

Planet Earth "as Described By the Traveler"

There are many peoples and planets 
Throughout the vast universe
Though during my travels I haven’t seen any
That can compare to the peoples of earth
It amazes me to see an entire planet of beings
With intelligence such as theirs that are so
Petty, so unbelieving, and so filled with hate
It’s as if they don’t care and are completely unaware
Of the judgment that they will one day have to face 
No matter if they believe that they’ll have to or not
Jesus Christ will one day - return to this earth
To deal successfully with - the entire human race
I wonder how a beautiful blue world such as this planet
Harbors such sin, so much hate, and the people so cruel
Instead of being brotherly, loving and helping one another
They appear to be greedy, selfish, and unbelieving fools
Mankind all, comes from one single place
No matter the planet, no matter the race
Created in the Father’s own awesome image - alas
The peoples of earth are in serious peril of being erased  
I wonder why they cannot just get alone
When the entire planet belongs to everyone
I wonder why one group feels like they want to own it all
When surely they have to know that this will be man’s downfall
From the moment beings are born into this world living
To be here only for a moment that is indeed fleeting
By God’s unconditional love, His mercy and His grace 
To enjoy but a second the magnificent beauty of the human race
As I travel through this planet known as earth looking at 
Its awesome shores, its green forests, and its beautiful blue skies
I, “the traveler” pass by quietly and without any interference
For mankind alone has made come to pass - its own - deserving demise!


The Fantasy Dance

as I walk into this enchanted building.
the thoughts in my mind plunder.
the sounds of violins playing.
the crystal chandlers sparkling.but wait
there's a beautiful dancing on the ballroom
floor.
she was a beautiful lady with sparkling diamonds,
and a dress that can make say wow!
as she danced,she disappeared.the music stopped,
and she reappeared from no where and music came
back on.
all of a sudden people was in the background.
something puzzled me,where am I at.
what is this place,where did all these people come
from.
and why are they all dressed up.these people are talking
the night away with no worries and dancing too.
as I walk towards to the door.

the girl appears,without hesitation she grabbed my arm.
were the dance floor dancing away.her smiling face.
It made wonder about this,why me?
why did something lead me here.I said you look beautiful
tonight.
she blushed with joy.all sudden the clock struck 12 am
and everything began to disappear.
I asked her for her name.she said thank you?
when she disappear her locket fell down.
her name was rose.

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