Fairy Tale Poems - Poems about Fairy Tale

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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“I like it; go get it and stand it right there.” The ‘It’ was a concrete bird bath It was heavy as hell; about all I could bear I struggled… my wife had a laugh She’d seen it online; it was selling ‘as seen’ A gift bought for our feathered friends Those birds seemed quite wary, why might that have been? I...

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From the start, you have made assumptions. I had something or I was someone. It was all in your wild imaginations, I did not plan it to happen. I meant no harm, was really innocent. I did not lie, pretend or act, To deceive, hurt or harm you deliberately. Just that I did not know you, Not well at all to correct you, To...

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jabed in frilied thawn a witch blugued the trees with her a wabled thag did tread and mollied at her knees frool frool the witch that dawn opockied beebs and bubs to seeb a charm on the morrow’s morn to make her beautolub then to slame the wabled thag who drooved a dan with her and he to seeb some of the charm wable he lover and so that morn agleeded frash the...

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Sweet as sugar daisy, it’s that opening line. Wild strawberry energy, it’s that very first couplet. Fairy tales start with poetry, a quest for a thousand and one. The ebb and flow of that journey, follow along relax and recline this is the viridescent princess’s story.. ...

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Once upon a time over the hills and far away, near the sea there lived a viridescent princess. She gazed at the waves which seemed to appear so royal. Still, they have freedom that grace the scullery maids. Rushing to the edge stopping short of going forward. The story of life. Her crown seemed to possess her. Forced to become rogue, battle the storm below...

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complicated book hibernated, with its bear on loose, checking in mundane existence both selfish - different ways two hearts not yet one the world divided N.I.C.E is not - it is evil science’s talking head book makes my head spin not my usual genre just keep turning page satisfying end this trilogy on steroids hence, skipped the first two and not on purpose but the story holds its own adult fairy tale ...

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When the princess kissed the frog on the lips, her heart burst in three, painful double skips. Then she sank to the floor, dead as a nail in a door. Yep ~ that's how they do fall sometimes ~ these chips....

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“Hansel, why have we returned? I know that witch is toast But what if she’s around here someplace as a blackened ghost?” “Gretel, do you not recall, these flowers were not here That when the witch was still alive these woods withered in fear.” “But, Hansel, when we came as kids, complete with dirty knees All we had to guide...

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I, too, have been to the land of Oz, where everything is that never was, where nothing is never anyone's sole endeavor, and where whatever is is never just because....

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A tiny fairy A dragonfly...weary On a sunflower they flew The dragonfly sings The fairy wings And a beautiful mornings'...anew...

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As the peas in a pod explode, That is how I feel amidst a lone road, Loosing you eye cannot afford, With the help of our God, Love is protected under a cloud. Like Vision and Wanda, We wonder, What awaits the inseparable goose and gander, For what our creator puts together; No man can put asunder, For where there is no retreat;...

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For me…when times are rough…I think back to Fairy Tales…. How evil wins its share of battles…but in the end…how good prevails. Whenever I fight evil…sometimes I lose…sometimes I win… and oftentimes I’m in need of mending…. but I truly believe for every Once Upon a Time there should be a happy ending. I also know life in not always...

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She was a little maiden, made of snow Born of ice and cold and frost one night, Who yearned to feel the love that humans know, That brings their hardened human hearts to light, The love that warms them with its fire so bright. Her parents fashioned her one day from ice, And that same evening, there they saw a sight, A...

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I walked beneath the ribcage of a giant whale; Encapsulated in the briney entrails of an empty long-dead being. Its grimace echoed in these halls of boned wall, Of which calcite chambers temper; Sturdy glass upon the shores. Licked by lightning, hiding hints, Raking sand with combs of sea, Until I reached the portcullis, I was too afraid to breathe. From the bone, hung...

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