Faerie Poems - Poems about Faerie

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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Delicate dainty flowers with crisp petals of peach Climbed off of their vines onto the backs of the oranges The rest of the garden grew silent, watching the show What would happen next? Would there be frost? Signaling the prophecy of the California orange faerie. She only comes to the groves every twenty-second year. Most people lose track before she arrives. Is...

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Which is more vivid, the seventeen-year-old or her flaming dress? Fat Rita Hayworth ginger ringlets swirl around her porcelain face. Her lips are radiant red tonight, does she have any idea of her beauty? An artist, walking through a gallery, looking for her own showing. If there was ever anyone more gorgeous, I do not know of it. She glides...

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Christmas Faerie with your heart full of cheer How great that you appear each and every year With your powerful gifts of hope, joy and love Sent from the heroes who live in clouds above We feel your presence in the white of the snow Wishing we knew half of the wonders that you do know Christmas Faerie you inspire us...

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Halloween faerie flutters into bat cave Dracula stirs a bit in his moldy grave baby bats stay where they are, watching from afar faerie’s witch laugh shows that she is a star ghosts and goblins zoom into the ebony cave Dracula’s eyes open, he climbs out of his grave coming in here honey, was so very brave! he only says this, because...

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she appears only when there is a double rainbow so her presence is discovered more often in Australia tonight she appeared in full colorful glory she spoke not one word which we understood as she is not a mere faerie, she is a monarch faerie a butterfly, who has crystallized from another dimension she flits and flutters, showing delightful delicacy We watch...

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maple leaf wistfully wished herself one with the window for she felt a kinship to the pumpkin-colored candle her faerie godmother, the wind, came by and noted this giving her what she wanted; floating her to her desired destination it’s what faerie godmothers do, right?...

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her hair opened in a flowing part like a book butterflies graced the edges, and the covers her pale blue eyes held my imagination dreams never looked this gorgeous was she a faerie, an imp, a princess? she stared into my eyes and I was astounded I have never felt more mesmerized or intrigued ...

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faerie fauna sat on her house staring over a hill. Her company had not arrived, her cousin named Bill. Where is he? Asked a pink rose. Her voice was shrill. This shocked faerie fauna, and her caterpillar, Will. Other flowers began to titter as they watched over the hill. You are so late Faerie Fauna thought. Where are you Bill? Her...

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