Faerie Poems - Poems about Faerie

she was sitting on her bumble bee singing a rumble dumble tumble ditty is that an elf, gnome or a faerie? This was asked by far-sighted Grandma Tee. She is a faerie, said her granddaughter Zee. How do you know? Asked Grandma Tee She has faerie wings, replied little Zee You are so bright! Said Grandma Tee....

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sunflower faerie appeared in a Kansas field in the middle of sunflowers with an unusual yield She flitted between the faces of these large flowers Giving them a teensy bit of her sunflower powers The sunflowers she landed on now had a face And mouths that moved, but they could not chase We want legs now said one with her new...

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colorful butterfly faerie flew into the garden today The marigolds, lilies and lilacs all leaned her way Wanting a favor, a glimpse, a look at her gown She had a terrific personality, and no kind of frown She is such a beauty! The elves and dwarfs did agree. Tomato worm never saw her; he was watching TV The radishes and carrots...

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Wild Wilma woodland faerie lived in a lantern with lucky Larry An elf resolved to never commit or marry This is why he soon lost his love, Wilma faerie...

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Rainbow rain faerie stood in the rain enjoying every bit of it Taking large gulps of air, she felt replenished and refreshed. Her rainbow wings welcomed the soaking the rain was giving them April was rainbow rain faerie’s favorite month, it rejuvenated her. Other fey sat under moss and violets watching, not understanding. She did not notice; she was enjoying...

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Although she looked like a dainty delight That gorgeous faerie queen was not quite right Bad-talked people before they were out of sight She was grouchy and mean, all day and night Her green eyes were glowing, extremely bright She had blonde hair that was curly and light She appeared two weeks ago just past twilight What comes from her mouth simply...

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Lithe lime faerie was a cousin to Lucy Lemon. They were both young girls, only six or seven. Flying in tandem, showing the garden their scents. The were both lovely, most said heaven-sent....

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I am your faerie godmother the creature told Frienderella. Frienderalla stared at this beautiful, young, exotic creature. You cannot be, you are nothing like the godmother in Cinderella. True, said the godmother, but I am real, not a book or movie feature....

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October brought in pumpkins, but also Priscila, autumn faerie. Adorned in tangerines, oranges, yellows, her mood bright and airy. She did not make herself known to the humans in the house. But she was spotted instantly by a cat, pig and field mouse. How often do you come here? Asked the curious cat. Every October, stated the mouse, who was...

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kind thoughtful faerie love blowing kisses they arrived before she did floating out from her storybook...

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Poseidon’s spear slashed out from the angry waves A tumultuous monsoon began to gather up the sea The faerie folk went into hiding When they saw army of sea cupids...

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Monarch faerie frolicking amongst the friendly forest fey Counting elves, imps, gremlins, and brownies as friends Dancing with lively, lithe little steps, appealing to most...

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babe I stumbled home— drenched in Guinness, soaked in guilt the apartment crumbles, a shattered ruin but you—your copper mane ablaze— my wild Morrigan a feral Celtic Faerie Queene waging war against the wreckage. You told me love was a lie stitched by leprechauns but your touch proves there’s truth in everything we break and rebuild. Chased the wail of a banshee tonight hoping to drown the shame gulped it...

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Silent October forest Frisky fey feel jolt of anticipation Dwarfs, brownies, fireflies and faeries on ready alert Something is about to happen One tiny faerie is particularly clairvoyant and perceptive She stares at a small fern, knowing this is where it will happen. An inner voice urges her to keep focusing And so she does….. Halo of illumination slowly oozes out of the...

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Autumn faerie touched her wand to a yellow mum. The mum’s colors turned crispy and an October brown. Whether she retains her yellow next year is up to fate. Some mums do, others do not, I never know which I have. Autum faerie is aware, fully in the know, she rules October....

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