Elfin Poems - Poems about Elfin

“To the Moon” by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch Scattered, pole to starry pole, glide Cynthia's mild beams, whispering to the receptive soul whatever moonbeams mean. Bathing valley, hill and dale with her softening light, loosening from earth’s frigid chains my restless heart tonight! Over the landscape, near and far, broods darkly glowering night; yet welcoming as Friendship’s eye, she, soft!, bequeaths her light. Touched in...

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elfin pirouette flaunts prettiness of peacocks redefined rainbow ...

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Identical elfin twins consult their mama Without any arguing, no fits or drama She has them listening, and their respect. No underlying theme to unravel or inspect....

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A magnetic fairy with elfin smile, Captures immersion with feminine wile. Moonshine aura enwraps you, Queen with crown of diamond dew, Sublime joie de vivre shines in style. ...

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I told my boss this was a job I didn’t relish Reports so far deemed this Elfin war rather hellish. Troops had crossed the border and entered the valley. So far we didn’t have a death or injury tally. I entered the tavern, only a mile from the enemy line. The locals seemed relaxed and all seemed fine. I sat...

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In the mystic lands of new Elfton, The locals panic and run, The Elfin war's thirst for bloodshed, Trees uprooted and the sand bled. I saw the tavern's lamp glow, Untouched by the bloody wind's blow, Its inhabitants talked of the terrible war, As they chug their beer from the war so far. The tavern grew with its special beer, She called her...

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Their world at war, they close their eyes Elfin drinkers drink as armies rise To know their views I ask a question Blinkered, they deny suggestion That lives will change as fighters fight They sing and dance into the night They rest in glow of tavern's light Forgetting the world and all it's blight The only thing they wish to discuss Is competing ales,...

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The war is ever-nearer to the boarders of this land Seeping forward through the woods Releasing acrid echoes of doom ahead on energetic tongues of stowaways Lucky to survive their ordeal Here they are welcomed, and in this cozy tavern Their woes are hidden in the shadows while they warm their feet by the fire, regaling their heroic tales of...

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ELFIN WAR In the ancient land of Lonvar, only a day away On the other side of the mountain, it was war Reports of fighting and the use of a magic spell The elves were being dispossessed by the trolls Losing precious ground, and their lives as well Yet few around here knew what it was all for Why such bloody violence,...

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sweet elfin baby is asleep in her vine cocoon we will let her slumber in the light of the moon her azure eyes will not open any too soon we might even let elfin baby sleep until noon...

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I think back to the days Of that elfin faced boy Sweet , funny and a little coy Like a brother to mine A second son Lasting memories Of good times and fun Two boys playing Innocent and carefree Full of life and promise For who they will be From boys to men Decent and strong Finding their place Where they belong The elfin faced boy Now has a...

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Elfin Woman Who Loves Birds, how casually you sing their song The wind, the elk, the beaver, the crow, all of them in a throng. Want to tell you they admire your empathetic caring ways. You have charmed them out of their doldrums many days. Elf Woman Who Loves Birds appreciated the appreciation. She had no idea she was so...

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I have no idea how to teach this cute little guy, who has no clue what sound does a D make, or a K, but I reverse the role, ...

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The Wonder Boys by Michael R. Burch (for Leslie Mellichamp, the late editor of The Lyric, who was a friend and mentor to many poets, and a fine poet in his own right) The stars were always there, too-bright cliches: scintillant truths the jaded world outgrew as baffled poets winged keyed kites?amazed, in dream of shocks that suddenly came true ....

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Down by the soily brook they go, under the woody bridge. The Featherly Elfins make their home to hide from the Blustery Fridge. Made of snow and windy blow, icesickles in his hair, he comes to still the Valleyville, blowing crystals in the air. The Elfins chug their gluggy mugs and toast with foamy tea, Chanting songs...

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