Fairy Poems | Examples of Fairy Poetry

You were once a seed, now, just a forgotten weed, withered and old, slowly growing cold. Don't turn your heart to stone. She too flies all alone. Flying far above with a heart of love. She's no ordinary, strange tooth fairy, beyond the Twilight Zone, spirit of dreams and bones....

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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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A regal fairy queen rides by upon a puff of air, her silky garment billowing in wisps of soft blown flair. Beneath bright beams of golden sun she rides through meadows green upon a tiny unicorn, but so seldom are they seen! Her light-colored horse is elegant, a beauty such as she. Exquisite in its form and grace as all magic things should be. A lovely metamorphosis beguiles...

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I dance as soon as it is dusk, I dance all through the night, I dance in the darkness and I dance in the moon’s light. I dance to the beat of the stars, I dance to the rhythm of the moon, I dance until the morning breaks, Which always comes too soon. ...

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I'm dreaming of fairies Laughing in a glade of green Fluttering among flourishing blooms In their hidden mystic world Laughing in a glade of green Magic drifts on the cool breeze In their hidden mystic world They do as they please Magic drifts on the cool breeze Fluttering among flourishing blooms They do as they please I'm dreaming of...

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She moves with shining in every step. Wandering calmly on peaceful paths, led by kind. Her smile soothes the pain and struggles, It heals the pain and construct happiness She lifts the difficulties with a glow of love, No pride upon her. Her voice is like a song, and she guides with truth, calms the storm where her shadows...

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Tulip Larry was being groomed for the role of fairy. He required a lot of assistance, Since the form letter discovered his existence. Received in the mail during a winter of hail. Tulip Larry read the instructions that came with the kit. ...

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After the wife made a suggestion about what to write about... I decided to title my piece a concatenation of a few different notions incorporating fictional romance alluding to myself and spouse in conjunction with hybridization stemming from vague references to tried and true value tangentially sparring with Cinderella but giving the following free verse poem a slight twist and shout. I take the liberty...

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Bloody slipper tight, Steps not glass but bone now crushed. Wolf's jaw, gnashing, snaps. No soft prince but shadows fall, Forest deep and teeth are sharp. ...

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Why do we pretend to not long for the heart of another? Why do we let people we want to let into our world, stay on the other side of the glass? Why do we overthink the little notes that Cupid plays when we see them? Why do we withhold the flowers we picked for them? Why do we...

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Mirror, mirror on the wall, how do you choose the fairest of them all? why do you get to pick apart every single person that never gave you the right? Snow White ate less and less apples until she became so thin a gust of wind could’ve blown her away and she needed a strange man to save her What if he tried...

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Once upon a time, or a few times per day, we ponder just how many ways in which we must die. There are forewarnings. Let's consider the simple fairy tale - did anyone do a scientific study to check correlations of untimely death and not having read Little Red Riding Hood? Little Red skips out the...

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Orchestrated they succumb onto her board scene ~ As success thrills the ordained Queen of mean—poet Once upon a time, there was a Queen with a magic flute in her throat Beknownst to all the villagers as the P i e d P i p e r e s s Without losing...

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Sunny yellow straw hats with ribbons and bows, Butterflies that shine when the full moon glows, Feather cushions scattered of bright pink and blue, Buttercups and daises have such a magnificent hue, The above are my dreams as I think of you. Chocolates, candy and rainbow-colored gummies, Fill us up and says no more for you to our tummies, Kittens that...

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If 'music be the food of love,' as the Avon Bard did write, sing me a song of sixpence for my supper, to see me through this star-crossed night. And there'll be no need to drink to me only with thine eyes, as, for a happy hour or two, a glass of euphoria I will pour for you. A Green Fairy, guaranteed to...

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