Best Once Upon A Time Poems
Once Upon A Curse
She’d pricked her finger, and for years she slept
inside the castle in her pretty room.
Her parents and the entire village wept
for she was cursed, and they knew only gloom.
True love’s kiss was needed to break the spell.
So many handsome princes tried to wake
her up, but all they ever did was fail.
Was this a spell that nobody could break?
There was a small red frog beside the door
of Sleeping Beauty’s room. Each day it came
and watched her sleep. But let me tell you more!
This frog was once a person with a name.
The frog, for being different, one sad day,
was told by a bad witch, “Here’s what I’ll do.
I’ll change you to a frog. A frog you’ll stay
until you kiss a girl who thinks like you.”
The frog adored the Beauty, and at last
the frog got courage; hopping to her bed,
the frog kissed Sleeping Beauty’s lips. Aghast,
her parents watched as Beauty raised her head!
Though true love’s kiss had waken her, it was
no charming prince who now before them stood.
‘Twas “Little Red.” Their daughter woke because
she loved the frog with last name “Riding Hood.”
Feb 4, 2016
(16/03/2013)
I’ve tangled my pointer with my hair
While looking up to gaze on the smiling sun
Over hundred times,
On a bench,
Waiting for your presence
I’ve become boredom conqueror
And unearthed those buried stones under
After I’ve had enough of my android,
On a bench,
You’re still not here
I’ve sent the sun home
And kissed the clouds goodbye
I’ve lost my spirit
And sighed out my stupidity,
Off that bench,
You’re a disappointment
Flowering night light
voice of midnight chimes
Opening a gateway
into shadows dancing blindly
Candlelight of thoughts
liquid silver shines a chalice
Spilling blood from darkness creeps
Your beam touching petals
Softly white encircles time held still
the fullness of your glorious face
Enriching cold awakening
breaths turning senses
clear within a breathless whisper cuts
A thousand dreams answered
When one vision complete
touching the stars wink
capturing before these eyes
Dazzling thirst howls
dressed in ivory satin cream attire
Kissing goodnight
into the soul echoes bounce gently
within a mountain's crumbling voice
winds blowing Gale
hang within the balance
As clouds swallow the lunar vision
under a grey veil held captive
You hide as rainfalls knock
on heaven's door sweet flower
coldly winter graces the heart
as it smiles freely
Crashing tides clearly turn around
kissing over and back salted sands
upon the soles of your feets journey
When winter’s end is imminent and springtime soon becoming
blackbird and thrush in noble song bumble bee busily humming.
Scent of air fondles the hazy morning scattered seed cultivates
memoirs of time, to ramble throughout lob wood and hear sweet
bluebells across the valley chime.
sweet song of nature
the sound of the butterfly
harmony at dawn
Hosts of yellow heads briskly swaying hillside meadows in unison
bloom, fussy rodents in jubilant paradise; Street House Farm in
nature’s plume. Pussy willow caresses the embankment; Ridding's
Farm basks in the heat of June, inspired scythe displays ancient skill
fragrant hedgerow sings dawn’s vibrant tune.
tears of dew sparkle
grassy stems in sunlight sway
a whisper of wind
Ocean of radical heather signify welcome waves of moorland mist, deluge of dewy tears fall on this place heavenly kissed. Wooden bench outside the old hay barn, where the sultry breeze in sugar hill dances, orchestrates the old folk with war-torn minds reminisce those given a life of second chances.
for to those this day
a touch upon rustic face
nature’s sweetest voice.
© Harry J Horsman 2019
Out of love foretold
in thousands
secret raptures from the old
Illusions coves for their powerful voices
A place where our ancestors once walked
Where trees listening
and disperse seeds of hope
Creation marvelous portrait
About the harmony - it is said
that it can develop strong band
It is a reality that can
compare with the wildest imagination
Ancient villages built of marble and stone
Wind chimes a rhythm that beckons
Mystery melody that asks us to join
13.11.2014
A-L Andresen :)
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This is a poem about the future I'd love to have with the boy of my dreams.
None of this has actually happened yet (besides us falling in love with eachother) but it's how I would like it to happen.
Once upon a time, I became the luckiest girl in the world. I fell in love with a gorgeous boy with blue eyes, and he actually loved me back. He was like my prince, he treated me like his princess and would do anything for me. Today, we're united as King and Queen. It's been years, but walking down the aisle I'm still staring at the cutest, most perfect guy I've ever seen. When our lips finally meet after parting to say "I do", it tastes like Heaven.
Once upon a time, I married a gorgeous boy with blue eyes. And today, I saw those perfect blue eyes light up when he first held our little girl in his arms. She's got her Daddy's blue eyes and just a little bit of her Momma's brown hair. She's going to be spoiled and loved more than possible. She'll know we support her no matter what, and she can tell us everything. It will be perfect.
Once upon a time, one set of blue eyes became two, and we were made into a family. Now, that second pair of blue eyes is walking out the door to college, with a suitcase in one hand and a boy's hand in the other. He better love her and treat her just as well as her Daddy does.
Once upon a time, I fell in love with a gorgeous boy with blue eyes. His hair has dulled and grayed but his eyes are the same, and they've seen a lifetime's worth of happiness and love. My baby had babies with the boy she walked out the door with, and I can tell she loves them as much as we loved her. Now it's her time to live.
Alone with no admirers to receive her,
with posters on the walls of Justin Beiber.
her iPod worked just fine except one hitch,
mp3's uploaded daily by a witch.
To receive her favourite music took some time
the old hag was quite slow on such a climb.
A lift would be ideal, even some stairs
but all for cheapness' sake she used her hair.
These tresses, in their teens and never touched
by scissors, looking after didn't take much.
Silky soft and combed three times a day
was all it took to keep her locks that way.
One morning a voice called in manly tone
up to her window, “Anyone at home?”
She put down her copy of 'Home and garden”
and shouted from the window, “Beg your Pardon?”
Now leaving, he heard her and paused his step
“Good morning”, he cried, “ I'm an Avon Rep”.
“Sorry I didn't answer for so long,
you see, I have no door, so no 'Ding dong'
and from that garish bag I think I see
you have some beauty products just for me? ”
“Why yes” he cried “and if your order's firm,
that would help, 'coz I don't do sale or return”.
No second asking needed, up he winched,
his sales pitch would make this deal a cinch.
And thus the story ends, it came to pass,
he left without the goods but with the lass.
Happy every after, they, since then,
sponsored by Clinique, Batiste, Pantene.
February 2nd, 2016
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A fallacy, that every 'once upon a time'
is a beautiful fantasy, for some hold lies
Fairytales have a hero, but also a villain
masked in sheep's clothing as a disguise
Red Riding Hood defeated the Big Bad Wolf
Billy Goat Gruff butted a troll to the stream
Simba overthrew Scar, vile imposter king
People are not always what they seem
A fancy dressed pirate was Captain Hook
Voldemart was He Who Must Not Be Named
Shere Khan, a snake slithering in the grass
Cold-hearted scoundrels should be blamed
Crows cluster to feast upon weak and dying
Sharks speed to feed in frenzied gathering
Wicked queens and witches jostle for power
boasting in gibberish while foolishly blathering
With evil intentions, dark minds contemplate
lurking in shadows while stalking their prey
for vengeance and spite, they congregate
water holes are dangerous on any given day
A real hero has no need to don a serape
Doesn't wield a sword with sharpened blade
A person with courage can dip a nib in ink
Dress in pink ruffles, wear her hair in a braid
Never tempt fate by entering a dragon's lair
Do not willfully step into the nest of a viper
or praise a chamaleon for its deceitful charade
while he plays the luring tune of a Pied Piper
Think carefully before you fork your tongue
or write words that can easily be misconstrued
Throw off the sinister attitude of a blackguard
unless you take delight in being labeled "crude"
To nature's norms have I complied -
I laughed, I cried, I lived. I tried.
I'd like to think in aftermath
There's more to my existence path.
I paid the procreation dues,
Dear offspring and their offspring too.
My children opened up my eyes
Far beyond me, myself and I.
The grandkids taught me quite a bit -
There's more to golden age than knit.
No shutters to wondering mind,
Just open it and you will find -
In brighter hue the greener grass
Is on our side in front of us.
Power is not how much but how
To stay aboard the flight of now.
Retired bliss converts the course -
Discretionary time to pause.
Smelling the roses is a must
As flower fanfare fading fast.
Hunger for knowledge, free to sate,
But wisdom's pride is heavyweight.
(No known tip-off to neutralize -
To shed the weights and keep the wise).
The all time norm by which I vow -
Not there nor then but here and now.
To nature's norms have I complied -
Once upon a time lived I!
February 27, 2023
Once Upon a Time (Templates)
Once upon a time
a lonely girl neglected
worked among the cinders,
then with a pumpkin changed
and danced all night, the beauty of the ball.
A beast became a prince.
A fair one, raven-haired,
bit into an apple,
then lay inside a coffin
to waken later with a single kiss.
Plots of sugar spun
meant for our amusement
were taken as didactic;
as visions of a bliss;
for some, like me, as templates for romance.
A frog is still a frog.
A girl who is mistreated
might end up on the streets.
Transformed into a junkie,
she turns into a hooker for her john.
A beast remains a beast.
A girl might pose as blonde
and taste of life’s enticements;
then settle on one lover,
to languorously waken to her dawns.
Modern human tales
scatter my illusions.
As skin neath eyes start sagging,
can hope remain unflagging
as time so quickly leaves us all undone?
Feb. 2, 2017
Sorry to take it to a darker place, Eve. That was how the theme inspired me
Once upon a time
Not so long ago
There was a girl
Who had it all
Had the friends
Had the family
Had a very nice life
She was a good student
She was a great friend
She was a good daughter
She was happy
Then one day something happend
Everything started to go so wrong
She lost her parents to drugs
and from then on everything went down hill
She stopped going to school
Stopped dreaming
She stopped talking to people
Stopped believing
She started to cry herself to sleep at night
But that didnt help the pain go away
So she picked up a blade and decided to play
A very dangerous game
One slit, two slit, three slit, four. . .
She went on and on til the pain was no more
But when she stopped it all came back
So she did it again and again
Til she was weak
Til she fell asleep
Her scares went unnotice
No one really cared
So why should she?
But then one day mom got clean
Her dad didnt care
Told her to never dream
He said
"Dreams are worthless, stop believing" and she listened
And stop dreaming
Stopped believing
Mom tried so hard to fix the past
Dad didnt care
His drugs was what he had
What he needed
Never stopped to see
That his daughter was
In the cross-fire
But he desired that high
Needed it
Left her
Never returned
And when he did
He said he changed
But he didnt
Her life was filled with so much pain
In her mind she believed that her life was a nightmare and
She's just waiting to wake up again
This is my story
There's no happy ending
Im waiting for my nightmare to end
So my dreams can began. . .
once upon a time in a dream
where angels sang
and men with wings and horns fought
battles
and mountains followed you in anger
I saw your face
and in a maze of solitude fright invades
the soul
and voices speak but never heard
I find myself among the stars
and vivid is your face
that lingers on
and in this time of flight suspended in
perpetual animation sensations of
ecstasy flirts with me
panic captures me I sink in the clutches
of a darkened sky
where this mirage is a reflection of my life
as this oppression consumes me
I arrive at a place where time is no more
and tranquility it’s essence
I touch you and you are real
and at the acme of this excitement
I wake
as the revelation of my manhood
escape the confines of a frightful rapture
and your face lingers on
escape the confines of a frightful rapture
and your face lingers on
Earl S. Jackson
Mar 1988,
Copyright © 2006 Earl S. Jackson, all rights reserved.
Once upon a time there was a story and you had my heart
We lived a fairytale and thought we would never part
We always heard a song and had an inch to our stride
There were no lies and feelings to hide
The possibilities were endless and it did show
When we let love in the more we were able to grow
But it was lost with the passing of you
Tormented by the shock that came from out of the blue
I closed the chapter and said a farewell goodbye
Now we are separated by the heavenly sky
Until we meet again I wait for that breathless kiss
Now is my enemy and everything you were I will always miss
We lived a fairytale a and we thought we would never part
Once upon a time there was a story but you still have my heart
Picture perfect endings,
Rarely ever start.
And the lips that mouth, “I love you,”
Never mean it from the heart.
Stories told in fairy tales,
Young hearts they do deceive.
For a shot from Cupid’s arrow,
Causes naught but one to bleed.
True love’s not found within these tales,
Nor in children’s nursery rhymes.
But it’s found when in going through love’s long toil,
Two souls are intertwined.
Once upon a time....
When the darkness came to greet me at my door
I would simply answer "She doesn't live here anymore"
And when the darkness prowled around my house to spy
Why, I would simply walk right up and spit into it's eye
Should the darkness have followed me from store to restaurant
I'd have engaged it in conversation and asked it want it wants
If that pesky darkness had sneaked up while I was eating chocolate
Well, then it had to run, before I kicked it in the nuts
But now in present day....
Should the darkness come and descend at times like these
I am sorely tempted to embrace it, beg on my knees
Don't wait until I sleep and dream to steal me away
I am at times willing even in the bright of day
Send out your tendrils, envelop me as a blanket would
and I will snuggle deeper still, If only I could
But yet a spark of Once upon a time, stubbornly remains
Just enough, on days like these, to keep me this side of sane