Short Nymph Poems
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The dragonfly nymph
An aerial acrobat; speed
On the wing, unmatched
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Date written and posted: 02/24/2019
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MagiCicada 13
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she knows
Yahweh
she knows
Yeshua
she preyed
to
know
mine
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So soft and pleasant
mine kith’s tumid humid lips
pressing on these hips
Uttering strongly
the vociferous pert miss
quivering
gasping
causing mine
limp
It is very strong I presume
I see it at work self motivated
Carrying elephants on the head
Yet it is just a nymph creature
It is very strong I can believe
I see it happily lost in its work
When I ask why such it labors so
It tells me, “life is a mystery”
Do not fret, doughy nymph
Your legacy shall not be shame!
While estroclones flash
And spite-serpents slither
Fleeting beauty cast
In fotofox mold
Fades out quickly
Exposing foul substrate…
The hope in your heart
Outshines the sadness
A gift meant to be shared
Dancing in the moonlight the gorgeous forest nymph showed truth.
The woods became completely silent as they watched dear Ruth.
She is a child grown from tree roots, the oaks said, claiming her.
Her ambitions and ideas are well-thought out, she has a kindness pure.
sea nymph falling prey
to harsh world realities
~ love overrated
Inspired by Ondine which is a play written in 1938 by French dramatist Jean Giraudoux, based on the 1811 novella Undine by the German Romantic Friedrich de la Motte Fouqué.
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
Accidentally I stumbled on the hidden pool,
I saw her there among the sedge, so lovely and cool,
"Come swim with me," she smiled in an angelic way.
Euphorically my heart beat fast with radiant sway.
How fast I swam towards that heavenly vision,
Only to see her vanish in a colourful prism.
of Russell's Nymph
the rendered spell, the nymph can tell,
distraction never changes,
i too have been caught as well,
the nympho re arrangement,
i swore by Gaul to end it all,
would run into the ranges,
but quick as night she pinned me tight,
don't ever make love with strangers...
good one Russell mate...
Don
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Ancient
Shorts
Ancient powers forever lost
Mourn their passing
When time stands still.
Wander over hill and dale
March along the river's edge
On no occasion to be found.
Again, sweet song sung by the water
Beauty's incarnation to see the light nevermore.
i don't want anyone to look at me.
i disgust myself.
the way i am makes me sick.
if i could change, I would.
i can't, so instead i lock myself up.
i’ll fix myself one day.
when i have more energy.
not today, probably not tomorrow either.
you called me a mythical creature, did you mean a tiyanak or a nymph?
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she was a nymph
from the deepest sea
pure and beautiful
inside and out
as luck would have it
she fell in love
his name Hanz
a mere mortal but it was fate
she gave up
everything for him
such a rude awakening
to realize he was unworthy
so with her heart broken
she returned to the sea
AP: Honorable Mention 2022
A POEM FOR ANGITIA:
a paraphrased of Silius Italicus (c26-191 CE)
Angitia the Daughter of Eeta the Sun
And the Sea-nymph Persa
Was first to use herbs
In magic and wellness.
She is Mistress of Venoms.
She murmurs by the stream
To draw down the Moon.
By her command the river is held back.
The mountains and the forests become still.
bounty boobs blushing
fiddling fingers flinching
eerie emotions fostering
damped desires drooling
locked legs lurching
callous zeal crumbling
mystic moans melting
locked lips fiddling
halted! Then continuity
nocturnal nymph moaning
nimbling lips dripping
nectar of nosing
satyr salient flow
house's an home.
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An illusion a mirage
Ethereal she glides
Most graceful nymph
Our Lady of the Lake
Appears surreal at twilight
Tends to her waterlily garden
Converses with the butterflies
A lost soul she ambles and meanders
She haunts the silence of the night
Then disappears dreamy as the mist
AP: 2nd place 2022, Honorable Mention 2025, Honorable Mention 2020
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Sprinkled with star dust, bathed in moonlight,
Sweeping her wispy guise into the velvet night.
Captured by her love of dance, so impressive,
The essence of romance, intricate and expressive.
Her movements defied subjective reasoning to feel.
Not human, a vision, no heart. A nymph isn’t real.
Born of deep waters
But hiding secret longings
Which yearns for the air above
Changing skin daily
The black nymph dreams of the day
It could escape the dank mud
'Til the hard shell cracks
Iridescent wings unfold
It emerged as life transformed
Freed from the cold stream
Now belonging to the skies
Yet, bound by mires of the past
It flies close to the ripples
Within every tree lay a spirit,
the sprite that cares for it.
Feeding, watering, nurturing it,
as if it were its’ own offspring.
The hidden caretaker spirit
that endures within the wood
echoing a tree’s elation
at it’s own existence as it
revels in the gentle caress of Mother Earth.
4-17-2021
ALL YOURS (Apr 18) Poetry Contest
Brian Strand
Myth in a moment till that moment believed
Magic where wide eyes and open heart agree
Nymph in floating steps bright as sun on the sea
Green turns her slender form if form be free
Melody to all that's hushed in the trees
Wild as the furthest forest is she
Light as the beams that swim through leaves
Star to the earthen stone of me
Gone with the rain, fled with the breeze..
Florence, Flower,
Where is mysticism? Where is the ghost?
Where is , what the water gave you?!
Where are you - "Alone", the one that was deserted.
Well, there's A Crowd around,
it's cut into your very word.
Falling, there is you!
And now , your camp has moved to the foreign lands.
Oh, I see something has enveloped your flow.
Fight him!
Come back! To our wild forest.
Don 't give yourself away .
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Touched by the nymph
tenderly
‘pon mine lips
And this heart of mine
did throb
and mine face
the color
beet red
Oh my pulse
my pulse
by the nurse could not be read
Yes
the nymph smiled as she
redressed mine bed
If you happen to see a Wood Nymph,
Don’t look away or blink your eyes;
Cause she’ll disappear without a trace,
If you take her by surprise;
Don’t look away or blink your eyes,
As she sways to the soft blowing breeze;
If you take her by surprise,
The wood nymph may dance away;
As she sways to the soft blowing breeze,
Cause she’ll disappear without a trace;
The wood nymph may dance away,
If you happen to see a Wood Nymph…
Love came to me one happy spring,
took me firmly by the hand;
we walked a way together
and, oh, the joyous things we planned.
We hardly noticed summertime,
too ardently in love were we;
abruptly cool, autumn arrived,
unveiled her flame-like artistry.
But numbing winter's frozen breath
blighted my world with frigid grays;
like a homeless ice nymph drifting,
your glacier love floated away.
Copyright, July 24, 2014
Faye Lanham Gibson