Best Pixie Poems

Laughing, dancing, having the time of her life,
Faerie Fun went from mushroom house to toadstool cottage,
Spreading joy,
Playing with everyone
In a kind and pleasant way.
There was going to be no sadness
In Faerie Forest today if she could help it.
It is up to me, she said.
I am...

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I thought the landscape burst in sudden flame
with embers wild cavorting in the glare
of dawning sun, but boundless sparks became
a throng of monarchs flitting through the air

above a field as though on charcoal ash
that gusts of wind then carry as they gyre.
From wings illumined spread...

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A young girl’s voice / lost in the data / cries out
"Why are we here?"

Pixie Pixela... her words soft and low murmurs...
"This world is yours... dear... a garden for stories to grow."
But her digital eyes hold a hidden dark truth.

In polished parades of curated lies
soulless...

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Once upon a time, Prunella
dwelt amid a magic wood
a dainty pixie most rare
whose temperament wasn't good

Last one of her purple line
in that dreary, dreaded glen
where beasts ever feared to tread
and mankind had never been

For purple pixies were known
to be devilishly mean
they'd terrified the kingdom
wherever they...

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It's my fault Pixie loves bottles
On a whim I once gave her one
Now I want it brought to a Halt
But she will not be undone

Sad eyes are giving me glances
I hurry to empty my drink
She prances off, with the bottle
Accenting her nails painted pink

She loves...

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Tiny sprinkles of blush and pixie dust
Sparkles in a straight line from sun’s light.
The OEs (overeducated) may give credit to the sun.
They are unaware of the power of the fey.
I watch this pixie dust land on buds that will bloom tomorrow.
Roses, lilies, daffodils and willow...

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A sprinkle of pixie dust
Creates magical moments
Bewitching lifestyle...

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Come sit by my side in the soft evening light
Do you hear him calling in the still of the night?
He lives in my garden and watches the leaves
As they fall soft and gently in the evening breeze

In the day he is waiting for night-time to...

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In between the smooth black stones
and the long verdant grasses
I play
as I dance ever so lightly amongst
the wooded green
and
as I glaze upwards to the endless sky
trees wave at me
with a kind of spectral awareness
that puts my soul at peace
knowing my aloneness has nothing to do
with...

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It was a warm summers day and I was walking down the lane
when suddenly
I'm sure I saw a pixie
waving to me from a train
And later I saw him again
A Pixie waving to me from a train.

''Yoo hoo''

Well! I was so surprised I scratched my head
and...

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Now pixies can be mischievous and a little bad
leading people astray and silly pranks to be had
Some get old and sour a bit bitter in life
but there's always one that's a different slice

Lexie the happy pixie is a doll to behold
cheery and merry quite playful...

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Bigger and bigger the balloon he blew 
As he sat in comfort on the bamboo
          He laughed he singed 
          The guitar I stringed 
Then from the...

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you wear depression like a name tag,
brazen and bold, exposed
but mine is a hidden tattoo
concealed from the world
i’ll show it to you, let you trace your fingers across my skin
i’ll let you see it,
let you comprehend every reason i got that tattoo
i’ll tell you everything...

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I was sitting in the grass one day, twisting circles in my hair,
when I noticed three small leprechauns just standing over there.

I wasn’t sure they noticed me, at least not right away,
so I pretended not to see them and hoped that they would stay.

After a...

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