Fantasy Poems | Examples of Fantasy Poetry

Soon dawn at plum morn though pearly moon still keeps watch, for the golden end. Afternoon's recalled in dreams adorned in wild color schemes. Memory Lane sleeps as orange noon is coming, after dusk scarlet. Lemon-lime hours revisit and bluebird returns vivid. Pink skies are coming a jade past is repeating, since tomorrow's gone. Time's fallen asleep, at last skewing the future and past. ...

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She scrubs the floors with hands that bleed, her heart, a brittle thing beneath her chest— a reflection of the shattered glass she once danced on, believing love was a crown meant to fit anyone. The prince's ring, so smooth, is a shackle, and his kiss— not a promise, but a contract with the devil’s own whisper. Her stepsisters wear their cruelty like fine silk, while her smile fades into...

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The woods are never as kind as the stories make them seem. Little Red does not skip, her feet heavy with the weight of the basket, its contents a secret darker than the night. The wolves aren’t just hungry, they’re desperate. Their teeth are sharp, their hunger endless. And the huntsman? His axe is too slow, his conscience too soft for the forest that devours the innocent. The glass slipper...

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Awkwardly he made a pass Bumped his head against the glass Cheesy lines flew far and wide Didn’t notice spinach fried Ego big, but brain quite small Fumbled trying to make a call Gave her flowers — they had bugs Hugged too long and popped her lugs In his teeth was something green Joked too much — the vibe turned mean Kissed her hand, then...

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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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There was a beautiful place Lying just below the rainbow It was called happy place It wasn't just any old place It was a place fill with Children, no adults The children had some responsivities' But they mainly laughed and Played various games all day, they played Without a care in the world Because happy place was guarded By a machine called sunshine and sparkles They were...

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A GLIMPSE OF PARADISE PARADISE IS CALM AND PEACEFUL A PLACE THAT HAS NO PAIN SADNESS HAS NO FACE HERE EVIL HAS NO GAIN STANDING ON A SHADED HILL THE TREES ARE BRIGHT AND BOLD COLORS DANCING IN THE AIR TOO MANY TO BEHOLD NEARBY THERE’S A RIVER THAT’S SHIMMERING IN GOLD AND IN IT SWIMS A TALKING FISH FROM PROPHECIES OF OLD IT KNOWS OF MANY...

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Hello one, hello all and the listener guest. It’s time to recall the mainquest The Legendary Adventure Moments of Doctor Hermione Baggins the Reddish of Winterhold, The Master Sith Rainbow Lord Lulu Pucca, Cloud Kitty Carla Chandra the Ruby Rose, And Rand O’From Equestria the Darken Raw Snow, Versus The Strange A.A. or Perhaps B.S. Educated Scotties, Homer Pilgrim’s Search for...

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That old elf is unschooled, but he taught himself Has more knowledge than books on a librarian’s shelf We call him the amazing wizened elf, for he is you see. Much brighter than my siblings, actually, my whole family. He can do better surgery than most doctors can do A self-taught veterinarian, he saved a sheep’s life too Old elf is...

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It began with a bargain on a winter night, When the cupboards were bare And hope sat idle in the corners. He came with frost on his collar, A gentleman adorned in a burgundy suit Polished alligator shoes, crimson silk tie, And a smile too white, too wide. He introduced himself only as “the Tooth Fairy.” There he stood ancient and ravenous And far...

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Sounds a little bourgeoisie to put on a formal sit-down tea all dressed up with a bumblebee As she sets up under the willow tree it's the perfect antidote to a bout of ennui for sweet little adorable Penelope A couple of cookies fresh from the bakery a french custard that's sublimely velvety topped with a garnish of floral scented potpourri Oh how charming...

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Aurora wakes at 6:30 a.m.— not to birdsong, but to the wail of toddlers and the ache in her knees from sleeping on the side that keeps her back from seizing. Belle flips waffles in a castle-shaped toaster bought on clearance, while her Prince snores— still between jobs, still “figuring it out,” still dreaming he’s the Beast she could learn to love again. Cinderella works in HR now. She...

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when elixir of moon drips wine into the crystal goblet of magic this late night beguiles my skin, reeling on a Friday parade of lights; my hips oh so beckon, swaggering to and fro... ...

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The elderly Elmer Brown dwelled alone, like a solitary tree on a hill, Loving quiet, glazed life still, in burgundy, sunset moments of until. A widower, Elmer Brown had generations of offspring, living far away, Feeling fresh, foreign breezes, in fruitful terrains, younger than today. Though retired, Elmer had his hobbies, which gave much satisfaction; Like a storm of sudden,...

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She said, "Your love lives on pages" Not in real-time, not in life stages Every kiss was a line you rehearsed Needed your heart, not merely a verse I gave her metaphors for fire She just wanted warmth, not a choir Now it's silence where she once stood I’d take it back if I could I held the pen, not her hand Chose the...

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