Long Wood nymph Poems

You've visited me after a long time: Remember; once, I was brimming with might? Named babbling brook, revered as a singing deity, how blissful was my sight! Have reminiscences of your childhood, in my mellow...

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~~Dreamer The Wood Nymph~~
Dreamer the wood nymph, with a jealous heart looked on
She wanted to trap Zeus the God and keep him for her own
Immortal life her children would receive if a God she mated
Although...

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                      Wood Nymph, wraps white 
gossamer legs in hello, as branch shakes 
in obvious...

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Her neighbors claim her as their fairy,
And gather around to protect
This little wood nymph of their forest
Who so needs their love and respect.

They don't know how she came to their woodland.
It seems she is one...

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One day while passing by a tree, I heard a sigh.
It seemed the oak could speak; I felt my knees go weak,
for like a siren’s song, his whisper made me long
to stop and lay me...

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As far as ethereal creatures are concerned, 
she fell somewhere in between 
a wood nymph—
	fragile and belligerent— 
and a centaur—
	untamable and resilient 

she is a living, breathing juxtaposition; 
far from flawless, 
yet infinitely beyond perfect....

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Walking along the path of the Leprechaun,
was the greenest grass I've ever walked on.
The sound of a harp whistled through the trees.
A little wood nymph said "Follow me please."

I stayed really close afraid to get...

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Wake my little wood nymph, so I can cradle you in my arms.
Your innocence enthralls me. I'm enamored by your charms.
On this carpeted floor, lush with forest moss and wildflowers,
I'm tempted to make love to...

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A beautiful house faerie asked a wood nymph if they could trade places for a day, if she could get freed.

Delighted wood nymph who thought the woodlands were boring by her 3rd year, rapidly agreed.

The...

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You will not recognize her,
You of the careless eye
But we gardeners who know her work
Will sometimes chance to spy

The speeding little wood nymph
As she wields her small paint brush 
Giving pansies their sweet faces
And the...

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Breathless......
She starves me for words
      making
                    it
    ...

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She listens to the whispering of trees 
and views the dance of wind on dew kissed leaves. 
Surrounded by tall silhouettes, she sees 
emerging patterns as each shadow weaves 
the light that lingers on extended...

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faces in green leaves
on twigs and branches
dance in the breeze
of spring's gentle gaze.

visitors bring joy there
to the voices of the air
as the sun's eye begins to blaze

(with envy)

the north hills undulating
rolling tides of petals and
pollen-filled...

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Alike an Elderberry tree and conspicuous
not a Honeysuckle sweet vacuous
we ripen with antiquity
an intoxicating aroma of iniquity

Folklore spirits rhyming in chant
Elder-mother wood nymph with plant
never growing obsolete as to everlasting
if faith be with red berries...

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