Fairytale Poems - Poems about Fairytale

Mirror in the washroom, mirror in the hall, who is the saddest, most tragic of all? Me, me, me— our chant, our plea, our scroll. We cry for heartbreak, curse what we recall, mourn mood swings and childhood’s sprawl. We share our feelings, raw and blatant, talk as if we own sorrow’s patent. An indulgent binge of trauma dumping hailed as “growth,” with...

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Steel gates whisper his name in the wind, Legends bow, their bravado dimmed. A gaze like thunder, a voice like stone, King of the shadows, he stands alone. No chains could bind the fire inside, No walls could tame his ruthless pride. Even the hardest, the ones who don’t...

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She fashioned her smile after words he had written, seeking what gathered the page Needless to say, she was head over smitten, lending her heart to engage He found his pen filled with endless emotion, verses he needed to share Line after line offered promised devotion, showing his creative flair Under the shade of an oak she sat reading, lost in his poetic theme While...

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As she drinks nectar from a flower, sweetness from heaven falls like dew Anointed with a gentle rain amidst sun showers she appears as if on cue Lifting her wings she lands on a Zinnia beneath a tinted sky of April blue Flight of fancy fanning fast, fabulous marvel, she is beauty true on true But beauty cannot shield...

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Kiss her only if your gaze can open the gates to a fairytale realm, where your lips unravel mysteries hidden beneath the cosmic dust of time, where her body is not just a sanctuary but a universe waiting to be explored, where her tongue is an arena of silent conflicts, woven with the names of ghosts. She has burned...

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In a valley where the rivers wind, Lived a lady with a heart so kind. Her hair was gold, her eyes were bright, And in her arms, a dragon’s light. She found him young, a scaly green, Lost and hungry, never seen. With tender hands, she healed his soul, And in return, he made her whole. They soared the skies on wings of...

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deep in the woods where shadows creep, where secrets lurk and willows weep, a girl in rags with locks of gold walked paths where none but ghosts grew old. a house she found--quaint, warm, and neat, with honeyed air and scents so sweet, but locked doors made her fingers twitch-- what’s theft to those who dare be rich? inside she stepped, no fear,...

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they called her cinder, called her dust a girl to scorn, a thing to crush but embers sleep and coals still burn and wicked hands will take their turn she sewed her gown from moonlit screams spun silver thread from shattered dreams the glass upon her feet was red from all the tears her hands had bled the ball was bright, a golden...

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they whispered tales of fangs and fur of monstrous claws that waited there but none would speak the whispered truth-- the beast was not the one they feared her eyes were dark, her smile sweet a girl who walked with silent feet but roses died where she would tread their petals black, their fragrance dead the castle doors were locked in vain she strolled...

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the sky was torn, the heavens burned as fate, at last, her vengeance turned the mighty horns, the serpent’s tongue were drowned beneath the battle’s drum with blade of light and steel so bright they struck her down—an end in sight but shadows writhe where witches fall and curses live beyond the call her laughter cracked like breaking bone a shriek, a wail—a dying...

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hush, sweet child, your fate is spun the blackened threads have just begun upon your brow a crown may gleam but dark things stir beneath the dream a spindle waits, a thorn’s caress a single drop—no more, no less and when it falls, so shall you sleep where shadows coil and secrets creep no lover’s kiss, no mother’s tear no whispered prayer shall reach...

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in hollow woods where roots entwine where silver moon forgets to shine a babe was swayed by midnight’s breath rocked in arms as cold as death her cradle, built of jagged thorn her lullaby, the raven’s mourn no mother’s kiss, no father’s name just whispered spells and tongues of flame the fairies watched with wary eyes they knew the price of darkened skies for power...

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deep in the thorns where the shadows creep where roses bleed and dreamers sleep a horned queen waits with hollow eyes weaving doom in silken lies her whispers slither through the air a viper’s kiss, a lover’s snare her laughter cracks like brittle bone a crown of night, a heart of stone one prick, one drop, the world unwinds the spindle hums, the darkness...

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they call her kind, they call her bright a whisper soft, a spark of light but fairies lie, and mortals weep when stolen dreams no longer sleep she flits through keyholes, thin as mist with ice-cold breath and silver wrist her fingers pluck, her hands embrace the dreams that drift on moonlight’s lace a child who dreams of golden halls will wake to bare...

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the bells once rang with silver chime in golden days of sunlit time but silence clings where echoes fade for now the land is lost to shade the castle stands with hollow eyes its towers scraped by ashen skies no fire burns, no voices call just whispers bleeding through the hall the garden’s bloom has turned to dust the rivers black with grief and...

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