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 the catalyst for happiness today.
She ate breakfast with the Nymph family,
And they laughed about silly stuff,
But no people.
She watched Lila Leprechaun’s Lilliput dance,
And she clapped and clapped while
Mama Leprechaun took care of the
Unhappy baby. Baby calm. All is well.
Faerie Fun was soon skipping
Up the walk to the most challenging
House of all.
Change your attitude! She warned herself.
Change your attitude!
Her jaw was clamped tightly shut now, and she
Was already filled with dread.
Pixie Dust! Her internal voice yelled. NOW!
The sparkly particles surrounded her, and settled down all over her, calming her instantly, and
Changing her attitude from not-so-great to wonderful.
Before she left Grump-Eater’s house, he gave her a long, lingering hug. No one gets me like you, he said.
Progress at last.
Sometimes it is simply a matter of us changing our attitude.
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 the brilliant flash
of pixie dragons breathing threads of fire
as fine as frog hair glinting in the slow
emission of the morning's creeping light
that struck the gloom with every lambent blow
until each wizard shadow was in flight.
The tartan tiger eye that draped the glade
was blazoned on the pinions as they flew
like flower petals of the clans arrayed
in Lilliputian combat on the dew.
A cadence of disheveled leaves they fell,
these butterflies upon the turrets mean,
escarpments and fay parapets to quell
the mist ascendant from the April green,
then rose again like prodigies from smoke
that came to cloak them from the murky foe,
kaleidoscopes of flutterings that broke
the cling of darkness with emerging glow.
By noon the burnished battle scene had cleared
as dandelions waved their vanquished whites,
the gleaming copper standards disappeared
and I relinquished images of sprites.
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 had been seen
So Prunella lived alone
and pouted, skulked and scowled
and dark nights when coyotes called
she piteously howled
Until one day she found them
some children lost in the wood
and scared the daylights from them
just because she knew she could
The children fawned and pleaded
to appease her rotten mood
this only made her madder
so she copped more attitude
But she'd miscalculated
when she made the last one mad
and felt the ammunition
from that slingshot-wielding cad
Wee bits of sweets kept flying
so like pebbles at her wings
until he ran out of those
then he chucked most anything
Around the wood she darted
avoiding him at some length
until at last she gave out
having used up all her strength
He plucked her from where she fell
and plopped her into a jar
then she began to bargain
as the village wasn't far
But Fred, both shrewd and clever
vowed to keep her locked up tight
'til they all were safely home
and ev'rything was made right...
So she charmed the fireflies out
to show them all safely home
bossily shouting orders
from within the jars glass dome
But once they were safely back
the boy quickly changed his mind
decided to keep Ol' Prune'
(as pixies were hard to find)
And 'though she was mad as hell
and her wings pulsed fiery red
she couldn't help but admire
this precocious, wily Fred
'Though he never let her loose
they became the best of friends
laughing with glee as they kept
his parents at their wits-ends
“What's with these wild ideas?”
They would grouse, and groan, and moan
unknowing those mischief-plans
were a pixie's- not his own!
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 toys, sticks and leaves
Balloons and balls and much more
But, she'll leave them all behind
When a bottle's thrown on the floor!
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 trees, responding to this magic.
The OEs will probably sprinkle them with water, thinking they did it.
A sprinkle of pixie dust
Creates magical moments
Bewitching lifestyle
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 fall
When the children are sleeping will they hear his call?
He watches the goblins that sit at his feet
And the mischievous fairies that play hide and seek
And as the stars fill the sky and the moon lights the way
His magical sounds call the children to play
And soon they come from far and wide
To play with the pixie and be by his side
They play through the night and they understand why
When the dawn lights the sky they must say their goodbye
But they know in their hearts because they truly believe
They will see him again on a warm summer’s eve
So keep your eyes closed and stay very still
I believe you will hear him I believe that you will
For the tune that he plays is for you and for me
It’s a magical sound that will forever be free
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 moment I stood up straight and thought I’d play a ruse:
If only I could make them laugh I was sure I wouldn’t lose.
With my finger pointed in the air, my left hand on my hips
I started dancing round and round and whistling with my lips.
As I danced I watched them from the corner of my eye.
and suddenly I noticed that a pixie flew right by.
She fluttered ‘round and took a dive and landed near the three.
You won't believe what happened next: she started watching me!
I twirled left and to the right, and danced my way into the night.
The fireflies swirled around my head and lit the place with disco light.
Some others came to watch my show, a fairy and her clan
I finally got my nerve up and said: “Hey, My name is Dan!”
I knew they’d jump and run away
but when they said that they would stay...
We all joined hands and jumped and played.
The cool part was; we weren’t afraid.
I laughed at them, they laughed with me.
It felt so good to be so free!
I left my friends out in the grass.
Funny how the time did pass.
We all agreed to dance again, to meet late after dark.
They said they’d bring more friends this time If I reserved the park
It really happened, you will find If not here then in my mind
If a dream then pleasure me; this was my little fantasy.
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 loneliness
All around I see large creatures leaving
slimy trails in their wake
eating their way through the wiry jungle
and over there
quickly they move together
as they lift their food source to take back home
to their queen in her quest for constant reproduction
I find the world outside of myself a dizzying derangement
filled with moments happening at the speed of light
flashes
that threaten overwhelm me with
the feeling that life
is sucking me dry
Some call me the elfin one
my wings a gossimer fabric to display the riot of colour
I use to camolflage me when I quake
and am quietly unsure....
Some also call me the elusive one
and the tales are renoun
as they weave themselves between the heather and the ivy
I call myself a Pixie
as my laughter can be heard from hill to dale
and as the lovely night falls so deep
you can see the
blinking
of the phosphorous dust that surrounds my flight.
. At work time Pixie bump,
bumps my leg, Always causing
it to buckle, Grabs a pant leg till
"mommy" says, "Food", which always
brings us a chuckle! I come home and
she's at the door, so slowly backing out of
my sight, then she jumps out and barks real loud,
so sure she will give me a fright! She bump, bumps on her
toy basket, grabs one, then another instead, looking up with it, in
her mouth, as if to say, "It's time for bed!" Then she'll look down
at the floor. She is telling us, "I need to go!" A demand not,
to be ignored, it's clear who is running the
show! Settling snuggly between us, while
we watch television, she drifts off to
sleep and hogs the bed with a princess
type precision. She fills our heart, and gives
us ease, showing us a love, without facade. With
something, so sweet in the world we're reassured, there is a God!
12/3/2018
For shape poetry poem contest
by Eve Roper
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 little soul
She dances about with laughter to share
giggles and singing without a care
When ever a pixie is feeling down
that's when Lexie comes around
Her happiness contagious away with that frown
soon everyone is laughing and dancing around
If a child on a trail ever gets lost
Lexie will lead them home at no cost
reunited with family the children had no fear
for a tiny little pixie guided them with great care
Dancing in the moonlight by the music of frogs and crickets
soaring high in a loop de loop with landing she stick its
All the boy pixies smile at Lexie and cheer
she giggles and wiggles with so much flair
Lexie the happy pixie brightens the mood
her happiness wins all over and with that she is shrewd
The pixies are joyful dressed in their green
to the lands they inhabit they keep them serene.
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 had to pinch myself
just in case I was dreaming in my bed.
So I carried on with my walk
down the lane
when suddenly
I heard someone laughing at me
''he he he''
I turned around to see a cheeky laughing Elf
sitting in a tree.
I tickled his Belly
and he chuckled with glee
''eee eee e''.
He was hungry
so we built a campfire
and toasted muffins for our tea.
The Elf was so thankful
he gave me three wishes
But!
I gave them away
to the Pixie on the train I saw waving to me
from the train earlier that day.
You see sometimes
it gives you more pleasure to give than
receive
to those who need it
more than we.
So the next time
you see a train go by
you just might see
A Pixie on a
train
wave at you
like he did to me.
Peter Dome.copyright.2013. July.
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 deep forest he withdrew
Virgin Brain is my name,
Served on the Disneyworld choo-choo
'Til my supervisor came,
and tore up my time card again...
In the summer of '95...
I joined the Templar Knights
Kind'a dig that kind of jive....
By August the tenth,
My assignment to me had fell,
And it was one that would lead me straight to hell...
The Knight I Drove the Old Pixie Down,
and tom bell was ringin'
The Knight I drove the Old Pixie Down,
and the children were singing,
The Knight Who Drove the Old Pixie Down!
They went; da, da, da, how friggin' dumb
da,da, da, your brain is numb
da, duh?, da, duh?, da, da, da!
da, da, da, da, da, da, da....
Back in my tenement in Brooklyn,
When one day a young cop did call me,
Virgin , come quick, you're wanted for robbery!!
Now I don't mind servin' time
But the food is no good,
Just be sure, the crime is mine...
Ya take the sentence given,
and ya gotta' serve your time..
But they never should
have taken...
My denim vest!
Like my mother before me,
I will work the ol' rockpile...
Like the guards above me,
I will seldom smile..
I was just dumb, stupid and niave
But the cops got me, so
they could save....
The little pixie I was stalking
Prepared to take her down,
And they got me just before
I was about to have found...
The nasty little pixie,
So evil and so sly,
No wonder someone had paid me,
To see that pixie die...
The Knight Who Drove Old Pixie Down,
The Knight Who Drove Old Pixie Down
And the stoolies were singin'
They went....Ya, ya, ya, he's guilty
Ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya...
I swear by the ball and chain
On my feet
You can't release a con too soon....
When he's up for parole,
He'd have a better chance,
on the moon.....
Repeat chorus and fade...
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 that led up to the moment when the needle penetrated my skin and injected that permanent ink
will you tell me how you got that name?
what broke you, cut you so deeply?
what pierced that tough skin, you fierce dragon
you fire breathing beast, what destroyed you?
i am a fragile creature, a pixie,
my wings are torn
could you heal them for me?
help me fix them up so i can fly, soar, glide
mend me so i can explore the galaxies, the corners of the sky
i’m so sick of being grounded
i wanna fly!
would you fly with me, my scaly friend?
would a dragon fly with a pixie?
with your scales and claws and fangs,
would you go alongside me,
with my frail body, delicate wings, fragile hands?
it could be magical, the fearsome monster and the delicate fairy
say the word and i’ll sprinkle some pixie dust on us and we’ll be on our way
we could be eternal
you could rip off that old name tag,
i could sew new flesh over that tattoo
forget about those ugly remnants, focus on love and magic and adventure
so, whaddya say?
wanna fly away?
-e.g.