Fairy Personification Poems | Examples
These Fairy Personification poems are examples of Personification poems about Fairy. These are the best examples of Personification Fairy poems written by international poets.
With happiness, I love to smile.
Excitement I show with my eyes.
This gives me such a pleasant style,
embracing life like a glittered prize.
Gleam is another name of mine.
In sunlight on water I go.
I love to caress gems divine.
With brightness I visit the snow.
I move with fireflies in night’s sky
In sea I’m friends with jellyfish.
Radiance and sparkle am I.
As fairy dust, I’ll grant a wish!
If I should take a shine to you,
feel flattered, for folks love me so.
I bring such a beautiful view
and good health too, for I am GLOW!
I'm the fairy of the garden
I protect it, cure and guard it
from the beetles and the lice
and the army of the aphids
I'm revered, I'm beloved
like a queen around the globe
even preserved from the cold
jealously kept more than gold
I eat aphids, I eat lice
I' m pretty, red and spotted
save the crops, save the oranges
after Our Lady named appropriate.
3/13/23
Third Place: Constance La France- Writing Challenge L Word Contest Poetry Contest
Spring skips along over billowed clouds
peers down at the brown, drying glades,
many trees with branches bare, yet proud
all still in winter masquerade.
"This mustn't be," Spring cries in alarm
"where is the green, but a year ago?"
Sprinkling seeds with a rose flower charm
blows kisses to buds to help them grow.
Leaves smile as a gentle raindrop falls
and Rainbow sits near color-filled cloud
Lightning laughs at Thunder's roaring calls
as Skies celebrate brightly and loud.
Flowers awaken, shake off raindrops
and birds in trees sing curious rhyme.
Fairy Damselfly rests midst green copse
and Butterflies arrive right on time.
February 21, 2023
for Joseph May's "In Bloom" contest
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On the wings of winter the polar winds sigh and depart,
the frost-fastened barren boughs hear their harsh whisper…
“you’ll listen to the sweet spring music soon, don’t fall apart,
the singing southern breeze will caress you, you won’t whimper”.
The misty mask melts away, the blue sky smiles again bright,
as the ambrosia of spring dances in the diaphanous air,
cheerful cloud befriends the luring waft, takes the fairy flight,
embraced by the amorous sunbeam the buds bloom with flair.
The defoliated sad trees spring to life after verdant resurrection,
the glow of sunburst sky paints lively motif on merry meadow.
On rippling flow of zephyr the floral fragrance designs attraction
for the butterflies to perform ballet in the spring time show.
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February 21, 2023
Contest : In Bloom
Sponsored by : Joseph May
In search of hue
That departed my grey shadow,
and headed towards a grave
which's long due.
There's someone powerful visible
Like you.
Enjoying the land of deads,
Aren't you through?
I continued to row,
In search of cascading fountains of truth,
To replenish my arid aura
whilst streaming through the oceans,
That's swirling with lies and truth.
I am following it,
Destroyed and withered,
Because it will take me,
To an aurora that once shimmered.
With a scattered soul,
that longs for the orange glory of the light,
to weave me in it’s glistening dew,
And snowflakes of boundless delight.
I am still rowing,
In a myriad of tints,
My under-toned emotions
Floating in an infinite stream.
I must revive them.
The symphonies and hollow chimes,
That sparkles my dark brown eyes,
While playing a choir in my heart,
In order to regain my trust.
Now, I must run.
To catch the wilderness,
Lost in a conjured boulevard,
Of falsehood and fairy tales.
I must open the door to my soul,
Locked by an empty spell
Before it freezes my bosoms,
In a timeless well.
There is a fountain in our city square
It gives the place a little added flair
What makes it special is it's magic powers
It's good at changing minutes into hours
It also gives the best rate of exchange
There you can buy a wish for pocket change
By day, the children buy their fairy tales
By night, it puts the wind in dreamers' sails
It has the power to pull tourists in
I've seen it change a frown into a grin
Another power is relieving stress
By leaving goose bumps with it's cool caress
Yet even knowing wishes can't be bought
Folks toss their coins without a second thought
A penny for a wish, it just sounds fair
Perhaps they feel the magic in the air.
by Daniel Turner
if history were to write itself
its big feet it would not pen
the big mouth it would seal
its dim eyes it would brighten
and the relatives all millionaires
the parents angels and saints
homestead golden and marble
clumsy hand ever to hide
with its heart restless surely
everything could be perfect
with nothing not admirable
What is that animal peeking through the leaves?
Animal laughs as he hears the forest fairy wondering aloud.
Porcupines speak Fair-esh, you know, he thinks.
Ah, a midgespout, she says.
He is indignant now.
He had no ideas that fairies called porcupines midgespouts.
dainty gossamer wings
automatic fluttering
savoring the meadow
faerie magic afoot
on this summer’s solstice
breeze feels her presence
keeps it to herself
understanding faerie’s privacy
suspecting her mission
wanting to witness it for herself
baby butterfly yawns deeply
settles down for the night
tosses and turns, finally gets back up
Has an urge to head for the meadow
the faerie council is waiting
Cheering as she flies in
I knew she would sense them
breeze thought, glad she had made it.
She was instantly crowned queen of the faeries,
given a new body, sceptre and crown.
Breeze went home thrilled, knowing she had done her part.
“I guess you helped them choose a new queen?” her husband guessed.
“What did I do?” she asked, trying to be innocent.
“Do they know you always rattle the wings of the one you want?”
“Sh!” breeze said. “Go burn up a forest or something.”
She’s a small little fairy all by herself,
She desires to be all alone,
Loving the silent words in her mind,
She’s the whole complete gang on her own,
Who’s never surrounded by the wrong type of thought,
Never surrounded by hard,
Difficult ideas she will not agree with,
Ideas that are viciously barbed,
Alone she’s the rose free full of the love,
The love that everyone craves,
The happy and proud with a beautiful smile,
With love, she’s the beautiful flame,
And she sneaks to our minds when we are alone,
She’s Electra with a radiant light,
Like Rhiannon alone with the whistling wind,
She comes to our dreams in the night.
Stop being insecure
I love you and I’m sure
Together obstacles we will endure
Our love is honestly pure
You are my emotional cure
I keep falling deeper the more we mature
I got an ugly duckling pen
that’s always
trying to write pretty sentences
My plain consonant smiles
don’t have a poetic glow beautiful
I have a missing vowel or two,
enamel thoughts in need
of a good fairy to come through
Pretty sentences
are my Glenda ... my Snow White
My beloved Bewitched
If I give my pen a little twitch —
Presto ... bingo Abracadabra!
Got my talking muse carpet flying
out of a writer’s block ditch
Pretty sentences
have such cute adjective pigtails
They can make a grown boy cry,
and make a macho man-child wail
Pretty sentences
brings out the feminine empathy,
hidden beneath the surface,
deep inside the very heart of me
Love passion that’s hot ... sin rejection that’s cold
Feelings not bought, feelings not sold
Pretty sentences found
is word treasure rarer than lost gold
Pretty sentences
always do a polite curtsy
when they come to a gracious end
Just an old-fashioned decent way
to let another shy pen
know they’ve found a new poetic friend
A beautiful rainbow swan
swimming in the same ink pond
with a quill ugly duckling
We’re the stars in the sky, a collage of colour,
Every tint with a hue, we glow,
And we hang happy as friends, in an elegant display,
We hang in a beautiful row,
Of happy and love, we hang in a lounge,
And also in your room, from the sill,
And we dimly fluoresce all of your world,
When all of your world’s sitting still.
We hang from the pub, in their busiest hour,
And we hang from the tree in the park,
We relax the world of hustle and bustle,
After everything has turned into dark.
Every year, about now, we come out to play,
Shining happiness throughout all the nights,
Shining and sharing a beautiful display,
We’re your colourful quaint fairy lights.
Last evening there was a fierce storm
Everything experienced some harm
with the direction of the wind I bent
But some resisted ,sorry fate they were lent
I'm now preparing for spring
Into the world all sorts of colors I will bring
Butterflies and bees have started to hover
I'll lend scent to a fragrence lover.
Azalea! Belle of the ball
Elegant stylish grace,
Flowing swirls,
Shades of pink satin
Air of sophistication,
Awakening imaginations
Love and nature,
Played a part,
Warm breezes swayed,
Different dream worlds,
Dancing emotions waltzed,
Romance bloomed,
Midnight hopes disappeared,
Twelve o’clock struck,
Cinderella!
A fairy tale,
But for Azalea,
She remains
Always and forever,
A very beautiful flower.
Wendy Jae