The hummingbird rests lightly on a tree branch,
its small body stilled beneath a pink hibiscus crown.
Soft green wings glow in the pink dusk,
blue feathers gathered like a skirt around its form.
Only when the light tilts do you see her~
arms folded gently over that blue-feathered dress,
a tiny fairy caught in a moment of dreaming,
as if sleep itself had lifted her from the air
and set her down in the stillness between worlds.
The workshop doesn't teach poetry.
It simply preserves
the threads of voices
woven into
words and emotions.
The diwata believes that every poem carries
a piece of its poet's soul.
Time stands still
in this enchanted world.
In the cloudless sky,
the stars dance
around the moon.
Beyond the window,
alitaptap drift
across endless fields
of sampaguita flowers.
Their fragrance lingers
in every corner
of the workshop.
Fairy tales delight
White Pretty Horses with horns
Lies make me Dizzy
To be able to hear
the pleading messages
of the foremothers
is to know deeply
the healing light
of the dark moon.
One will know if
they've always been
the type of person
to heal the ones
shining brighter
than the sun.
Or will soon see them
as a once-thriving garden
that did not fully bloom,
with cold and dried stems
and dated petals that
have already fallen.
Note: This poem is about nature spirits.
I like to sit down and smoke sometimes late at night
while listening to music online to reflect on my life
and think
About why we as a species even go out of our way
to bash and hate and shame all those who are very
openly distinct
And why our society likes to shame my people into
hating themselves and denying and hiding who they
truly are
And why my people’s special attributes end up forsaken
and crudely positioned on the blankened faces
of other stars
Eventually the skies replied to my inquiry with bold,
intense storms of powerful lightning and
strong thunder
A fae then arrived and told me that so many of the people
around us are very disconnected from
whimsy and wonder
Note: I'm aware it's mostly global warming but one can't help but wonder if perhaps a lot of what's going on now is spiritual. Honestly, I think it is. But I'd rather let the weather experts do most of the talking while I continue to play with my imagination. Don't take this poem literally.
Six candles on your birthday cake
We have many more wishes to make
On this day, let there be endless fun
With days of fairy tales creeping in
Toddler to preschooler to schoolgirl
Let the year ahead be more joyful
You are moving ahead with time
I won't get a chance to go back in time
But I swear, to put my greeting in rhyme
I am sure, now you can read and write
Cheer with rainbow colours so bright
From scratches to sketches, you moved on
To draw the figures of your choice
Oh! Saanvi, it is gala time for us to rejoice.
Naked witchlings rooted in my head
While the sun was sleeping under my bed
Counting their fingers, scribbling spells
Burning candles, ringing bells
Killing cats and gutting rats
Reading runes and epithets
Did I say they were naked
There is that....
they've been a thousand lifetimes getting here
I'll give them a thousand more
To get out of my hair
D.C. Jordan
The magic happens at sunrise.
The wood faeries run to remain unseen.
The Sun stretches and greets its subjects.
One kiss here another there.
AP: 3rd place 2026
I can see
the butterfly
as it glides
through the
open air.
Chasing it
I gladly follow
but to touch
I do not dare.
Yet I can feel
the warm winds
blow through
my growing hair.
We read fairytales to find our prince.
We listen to music to find our soul.
We post to social media to be seen.
But why, when we're alone, do we stare at the stars?
From afar, mere specks of light fighting to shine against the abyss surrounding them. But up close? Beautiful and dangerous. Too close, and you burn away.
Is that why we distance ourselves? Why we keep our heads buried in the books we envy? Because why do characters get to have what we can never find? Why does Cinderella get to find her prince, and Rapunzel get to let down her hair, while I'm still stuck in the tower, scrubbing away the mess others made of me?
The beginning always on repeat. Stop and rewind. Never seeing the end credits of “Happily Ever After.”
No. Never.
Beneath the sky so vast and wide,
The river hums a gentle tide.
Mountains stand in timeless grace,
With sunlight dancing on their face.
Leaves whisper secrets to the trees,
Carried softly on the breeze.
Stars at night begin to gleam,
Awakening the dreamer’s dream.
Fields of gold stretch far and near,
Holding songs for all to hear.
The world is wide, the heart is free,
And every dawn brings harmony.
So walk the path where nature leads,
Through silent woods and golden meads.
For in each breath, each moment sweet,
Life’s rhythm plays beneath our feet.
I called to her house
In the middle of the woods
A note pinned to the door
Informed
Im away with the fairies.
Back in five minuets
Written 5th Aug 2026 for weekly poetry competition. August 3rd 2026 to August 9th 2026
I am a tall American Sweetgum Tree
Star- shaped leaves colours of purple yellow and red
Graceful ~ loved by all
Robins land on my branches
Sweetly serenade me
Songs of joy sharing nature’s love
Children skip round me giggling
I am head tree guarding the Magical Forest
Unicorns, fairy’s ~ even goblins love me
People come hug me and tell me they love me
Majestic mountains bow to me
Magical kingdom is place to be
Castle glistens in the sunshine
At night owls hoot to me
Lights surround me showing my beauty
I love all seasons especially winter
Snow dazzles and sparkles on me
People from all over world photograph me
Act one had just begun
the day we first met
I didn't know the die was cast
and the stage was set
act two what was I to do
you stole my heart and soul
couldn't guess the part was mine
I would play the leading role
act three I'm on cloud nine
I was there walking on air
it was beyond my wildest dreams
an answer to a prayer
act four who could ask for more
on my marks didn't miss a cue
before the fall of the final curtain call
it was a fairy tale come true
but now there's rain on the window
or tears in my eyes
don't know if it's due
to all those cloudy skies
between the two I can't tell
since you said goodbye
can't unring that bell
but who's holding the handbasket handle
now my whole world has gone to hell
the genie is out of the bottle life is so humdrum
and I don't really care for the man I have become
Even when they do seem to know
that they are already truly free
It seems that the sacred doe below
will show them what the Fae see
The wildflowers will still bloom
and our local creatures will be
Happy on Earth where there's room
for Nature's full glory to be seen
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