Short Pixie Poems
Short Pixie Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Pixie by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Pixie by length and keyword.
Once there was an adventurous Pixie,
Who lived in deep south Dixie.
He wasn't black,
So he had to go back
Now he's a travelling Gypsy.
Are many things about a pixie post,
That we love about them the most,
Are readable,
And incredible;
They were written by perfect host.
Jim Horn
There once was a pixie named Trixie
Who used to get really quite tipsy
At two glasses of wine
She used to be fine
But she couldn’t keep up with a gypsy.
Brownie, elf, gnome, pixie and fey
Walked to large mushroom store on the bay
Met a grouchy gargoyle along the way
He was made of concrete, all gravelly gray
playful prancing pixie Petula Penelope
prancing in a parade beside Patty and me
preventing platitudes from distracting playboys three
privately pestering both Patty and me
there once was a pixie named rickie
whose spells were enchanting but trickie
for her magic you see
turned some cats into tea
and potions made connoisseurs pickie.
Bigger and bigger the balloon he blew
As he sat in comfort on the bamboo
He laughed he singed
The guitar I stringed
Then from the deep forest he withdrew
This melody
Is fantastic.
This glee
Is magic.
All i feel
Is nothing but
Glow surreal
And pixie dust.
This fairy tale
Or whatever
Be my happy place
Forever.
Pixie Dust
It’s not like rust
We all just need to trust
Our own Pixie Dust
So my thanks to you Pixie
For all that you and your fairies do
To make such a Poetry Soup
Best
DAMO
Pixie love
This is what I think of when I have to describe my feelings for you
My sun ,moon,my star,my universe
And what every else is out there undiscovered
That's my feelings for you
I love you ..
Pixie poet
A golden griffin flies right
off the sheet,
A purple unicorn prances
near your feet.
A friendly sea serpent
splashes in the blue,
While tiny pixies blow
sparkles over you.
Close up the book until next
time they meet.
Dainty sweet pixie woman seen through yonder coconut tree
Has superior monarch markings on her chest and one knee
Heard that her singing voice is even more melodic than thee
I listen for the sound of her, as she glows most happily
You're everything I've ever wanted
But that I cannot have
God can be so cruel
I've been dealt a bad hand
So can we hit the reset
To try another roll of the dice
Maybe fate will have mercy
Maybe you could be had
You manic pixie you
I only want your hand
Pixie sits erect at the front door
Waiting till she sees me outside
Then when I get out of the car
She backs to the corner to hide
When I step inside the front door
She jumps out and barks real loud
I don't know how she thought of this
But of this poodle I sure am proud!
Pixie resting in the sun
All the wonder of morning’s warm.
Listen to her voice, so soft and fun,
Sweet giggles fade with the storm.
Pixie nods, speaks of peace so still.
Remembered words from poems spun,
Gentle petals from the flowers spill.
Dragonfly tells what she’s done.
When you are done flying
And are forced to land
Follow the Angels (cat) eye's
And park your wing's
And rest up
In the V.G.P section
With all the other angels
A samaritans work is never over
As the world is in need of
Good
Great
Giving
Gracious
Grateful
People aka such as you
Dandelion Clover Pixie from Dublin Town
Disappeared when the meadow turned brown
She did not reappear until after the snow
March was the time she usually decided to show
She loved the verdant clover and dandelions too
Lying in wait with them, found often in the dew
I never disturbed her, or Iris Guy, her pixie brother
They were protected, said my sainted late mother.
Tiny sprinkles of blush and pixie dust
Sparkles in a straight line from sun’s light.
The OEs (overeducated) may give credit to the sun.
They are unaware of the power of the fey.
I watch this pixie dust land on buds that will bloom tomorrow.
Roses, lilies, daffodils and willow trees, responding to this magic.
The OEs will probably sprinkle them with water, thinking they did it.
It's my fault Pixie loves bottles
On a whim I once gave her one
Now I want it brought to a Halt
But she will not be undone
Sad eyes are giving me glances
I hurry to empty my drink
She prances off, with the bottle
Accenting her nails painted pink
She loves toys, sticks and leaves
Balloons and balls and much more
But, she'll leave them all behind
When a bottle's thrown on the floor!
I took my poodle Pixie outside
I said, "Go on and potty now"
She walked and looked and sniffed a bit
I said, "Go potty, you know how"
Her duty done we went back in
I put her leash up on a shelf
It didn't take long to realize
I needed to go potty myself
She followed me into the bathroom
She was bobbing her head in little jerks
Was she telling me to go potty?
I guess she thought that's how it works!