Folktales Poems - Poems about Folktales

...Lithe, light and lovely, Luanna mourned her elf friend’s death Wearing the flowers he had always loved, increased her grief. The rest of the fey understood her predicament, the meadow was empathet......

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...But wherever you are, I no longer want to be: for you are thunderstruck moonlight, and I am a scarred sunset ~ a secret in saffron, melting into the myth that floats forever, within silenced......

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...There’s an odd creature on my shoulder that whispers when my head tilts right. When I am quiet it gets bolder, when I’m bolder it gets a fright. More often than not it lies when it speaks, ......

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...From the unravelled and now exposed mystery Tales of leafy Nottinghamshire And the dusty tatty books of it's long history Comes a tale You'd think it was just a jest However, it is a fact and......

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...Murphy is loving her reading tower of books. Adventures, biographies, and suggestions to cooks. Home improvements, that she will never do. Mysteries, picture books, and Manga too. folktales, fant......

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...A Sitka Sunset Mute wind chimes on the Totem Trail Ring through purple mists in Platinum testimony to evergreens adorned in dusk And leftovers from raindrops splashing from totem beaks, Cedar......

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...Confidently, the topaz dusk light fades, into the charcoal. and rusty graffiti on the skyline. The blue hour brings eerie dirges, in the form of wolf songs and whippoorwill wing beat......

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...While we dwell to this dreidel, I seek to know before a sear, Even in the most ineluctable dandle, The fruit to which may indeed bear; In the imbue oblivion, I tell a riddle, Most morass yet mer......

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...It was our first year marriage redux-do-over. I kept seeing this stranger in you. I kept inquiring of myself as we walked hand in hand into yet another 'Red Lobster' restaurant. Your name is - ......

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...The summer has thickened, it has turned the hare into a dervish, the raccoon to a pantomime villain, made mice sing in the beaks of owls. The woods are bare now trees rattle, grackles cackle, ......

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...I am the mother of chaos and beauty, You can either love or hate me. I behold the mythology of the Greek gods, The book of Folktales you been told. I am your oracle, ......

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... “The Apocrypha of Familiars” Wings hover light luminescent revelling sprites dark pearls Corvidae shades of a family highly functioning dysfunctional plural morph......

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...One two, each story has styles that glue Three four, no struggle listening to the core Five six, tales of awesome mix Seven eight, in between, songs interrelate Nine ten, no mi......

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...Why slaying the stars & rigorously binding their light for listening ears under the mango tree to frame folktales for midnight song, make a geysers of yellowstone carrying fresh fetch palm wine—......

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...Tales and folktales binds the mind's eye about firmly, spearheading log of thoughts— rock of words, after another into bridges of unified force. Father the ship on my head fanning out memor......

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