Fairies Poems - Poems about Fairies

There are Fairies At the bottom of our garden, I can see why you Might think there’s not, For they are oh so shy And very difficult to spot, Some say a garden with Fairies Is not really a thing, But we know they are there, And often hear them sing, Use your imagination, It...

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Once upon a magical evening an enchanted fairy I happened to see  dressed in a fantastical dress with two dappled wings of lace,      she shone like the midnight sun;  I must confess, she looked rather whimsical   sitting there by a green wooden door, waiting for your lore ! A vibrant purple aura surrounded the magical scene to me it seemed...

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( Hold onto this anchor please) When all seems lost and all stars gone Imagine lights and you won't be alone When sadness quakes and voices mock Imagine the skies among with whom you'll flock When happiness fades and madness runs Imagine colours brighter than the sun When fires scorch and winters blow cold Imagine spring letting love unfold When you're drowning under...

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Hermann Hesse English Translations Secretly We Thirst… by Hermann Hesse from The Glass Bead Game translation by Michael R. Burch Charismatic, spiritual, with the gracefulness of arabesques, our lives resemble fairies’ pirouettes, spinning gently through the nothingness to which we sacrifice our beings and the present. Whirling dreams of quintessence and loveliness, like breathing in perfect harmony, while beneath your bright surface blackness broods, longing for blood...

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She glows with focus, a fairy who can truly see. a helium moon bathes her, with bluey light. Quietly she stitches by a sky of amber- red tea. Silk spun messages echo through the night. She sits and mends quietly, and fervently, until eternity is out of sight. ...

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Constance seizes the forest blissfully Optimistically merging with skies Such a spirited sprite spins gleefully Tenaciously trying to mesmerize Astute sages within the high green trees; thus, Nymphs seek to sustain a bejeweled prize Zestful branches dance with the maiden of Ardent constancy, delightfully wise. Lest she be a bird that soars eternally Escaping the hiding place amongst butterflies Embraced by...

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The light between the leaves, is where she likes to play. Dancing on the dewdrops as the bubble gives way. Slurping up her body until she's nestled inside. Resting on the giant leaf, water all she spies. Colors are abound, red and purple and blue. Teasing with the senses, as dewdrops often do. She feels the motion coming as the drip begins to...

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Forest fairies fly the righteous path When the sun kissed leaves transform at last Turning shimmering shades of red like wrath As fairy blood reveals the past Of countless summers gone too soon And dropping deep in earth and time The wildflowers turning to the moon Drinking in the nighttime wine Fairy blood thus stink...

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fairy couple beaming queen anne's lace wedding gown tiny woodland bells...

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wee light sparkles wish on fairies' dreams tonight roses' dewy slumber...

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Beating their wings hard against the wind stars spring out soft, then slowly rescind Unwinding their colors round fur line trees the world as we know it falls at their knees; Supernatural scents permeating the air diffusing their magic with charm and with flare Utopian eyes that wander then mirror cool crystal waters that...

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Pages flying Thunder clapping Sun shining Hearts breaking Snowflakes dancing Willows weeping Wind whistling It's all personification- but what if we switched them around: Pages whistling Thunder flying Sun clapping Hearts shining Snowflakes breaking Willows dancing Wind weeping Sounds like fantasyland- maybe that's where elves make toys, fairies fly, dwarves mine, trolls sing and dance, and gnomes do... whatever gnomes do. ...

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AWAY WITH THE FAIRIES How do I know if I really have dementia When remembering my name is the goal Others maybe too kind to say the word How they look, it’s what I have inferred Less memory lapse, more a smoking hole Perhaps I just stare, my brain in absentia It’s much more than mere memory loss As I inhabit my little...

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Lovers ...

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Away with the fairies No sense in my head “Just feathers and sawdust,” or so my mum said With vacant expression I stared into space She said, “I won’t do much For the human race.” I told her, “I’m thinking.” She said, “About what!” And I said, “Your sister, Aunt Maisie is HOT!” I think I’m in danger of a sore behind My mum said, “She’s too old, and you’re...

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