Best Fey Poems

 
Lux Vitae Love Stories of The Fey:

“In the Clouds”



“What are you looking at Mum?”
“They come in the clouds you know”, she said to her daughter
“Every night, the same time, the numbers seem to grow, see there!
Up in the Clouds above the water”.
(Sydney Harbour)
The girl...

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The hoot owl was on the fiddle, the frog was dancing away.
Faeries, brownies and Luna moths joined in this October day.
Their frolicking was so much fun, they brought in a blue jay.
He stood back by the piano, giving their jive a bit of sway.

Nothing gloomy...

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Near a grove …just ahead of me
This  dreamlike figure stood,
With velvet, ribbon-tinted wands
And gown of  crimson hue--
She was the very spirit of
That gentle forest view:
But was I somehow part of this?
Yes, she had been there --
That  maiden fey  with a bronze...

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Elfin princess accompanied by heavenly butterflies
The oak trees feel her presence and genuflect in reverence
Spirit brings her into their world of bark and twigs
She appreciates their deference, admiring their flexibility

The oaks admire her ability to wind walk; they are entranced.
Butterflies fly against the wind, bringing...

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The tree house was massive; it held a village of gnomes.
Had a plethora of projects, apartments, huts and homes.
The faeries soon joined them and named it Faerie Town.
Who do they think they are? Asked a gnome in an azure gown.

The trolls were excited about the...

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Elf awaits faerie’s invitation bright
Decorated with a darling cherry,
Faerie leaves an invite to elf at night.
She is fond of this fey named Harry.
Engage in festival, very merry.
Brownies, elves, and faeries, happily dance.
It’s the best jamboree in southern France....

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I don't know why this is. I'm in total dismay
but lately I seem to be obsessed with Tina Fey.
When I look at her I see the Marilyn Monroe of today
and I'm at a total loss as to why I feel this way....

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Patrick Brennan enters the Craic Pub
His wife is at home, twisting her Celtic knot necklace
Enticing him to come home early, before he is too far into the cups
Gaelic love sent to him courtesy of her Great Grandmother Magda

Magda was a female druid, and her essence...

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Fey Day in the forest on the First of May
Nothing better the forest creatures say
There is a parade in the morning and it’s not slim
The teeniest faeries in the trees, on the tiniest limbs

The titmouse and the beetles follow in the grass
Under the dry leaves,...

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She was a sexy young mosquito named Fey
Had no qualms about chewing your flesh away
We did not realize what a hard bug she was
Until she flew in and began chewing on Cuz.

Cuz let out a shriek, and slapped her arm very hard.
Fey flew away, but...

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Portal to land of the fey
Opens up in unicorn bay
The horses there all have a horn
Because each one is a beautiful unicorn

There are rainbows too, and a waterfall
We love being there, land of the fey welcomes all
Faeries, brownies and elves come to get refreshed.
Some are...

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Dragonfly Fey
mischievous flipping pixie dust; 
Dragonfly Fey 
with a smile giggling everyday; 
Playful pranks but we seem to trust 
with strong hearts nothing can go bust, 
Dragonfly Fey....

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magical fey conjured up a new mushroom house in a tiny cloud
frequented by caterpillars and ants, but bees are not allowed
some of the honeybees and wasps are forming an angry mean crowd.
hear buzzing? They are storming the street, and boy are they loud.
Loud and proud...

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The tiny dragons dance aloft
whilst dragonflies soar amuck
They dance over the lake, over the lake they waft

The huffle-winks peer from the muck
At the bright flittering troupe 
Dancing over the water, dancing by the brush

Those dancing dragons, how they swoop!
The water ripples under
They spin, twirl and...

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It’s said that, if you find Pan
when he’s unaware, he has to give you his
magic panpipes.

I do covet that sound;
that ethereal, lilting, chiming
sound; it’s tranquilizing harmony.

And so, I’ve hunted him since I was a kid;
in every greenwood, forest and hedgerow;
every mountain and emerald dale.

Ever-elusive faun...I...

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