Sprite Poems - Poems about Sprite

He holds his dear being of love and light so close, so tight. He holds up her beautiful spirit in the brightest light Of her inner world shining, turning her into a lovely sprite....

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This is a paper kite , ...

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I gaze out of my open window, The cool night air, lifting my hair I am watching the butterflies dancing in the moonlight, here, there, And everywhere, Settling now on the flowers and trees, Which are sleeping quite still, even in the midnight breeze. Serenity flows through my veins, As I follow the dance of joy in nature’s...

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I fall as shadows steep, and very heavy the outer world of waning stars do sparkle. My lids grab hold of death though I am breathing. The darkness still - my fullness faints, releases a distant sprite - it holds me fast to bedding…...

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Fragile pine sapling Green rising from brittle leaves Pure fringed refreshment...

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The Sugar Sprite is not the one to blame Although I was ashamed to call her name I didn’t want to lose her By the fact I might abuse her But the calling was to choose her Just the same The Sugar Sprite is not so good for me Although I like to keep her company I call her in the morning And she...

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This is a garden of sunshine granted each an escape from our everyday trials. Where sadness, anger, or lies aren't planted because we all need a garden of smiles. Where are poems found in this garden? A few where Summer leaves barely a trace. Some on life's dusty olden path less taken or on a wagon wheel sorely misplaced. I found several on...

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violet-backed starlings know how to Shepherd the sheep clouds with their sprite wings somehow, somehow to know thy name written in these clouds...

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The Sprite Sprite, Sprite sucking light Siphoning thoughts and might Who is watching To determine your border? What mind will expose you? Who will betray me? Where did you come from? Is it original sin Or someone closer? Is their purpose in Your gravity? Who will lift her head and cease accusing? From whence cometh my help? Jehovah Rapha I settle in your palm. You are greater than the Sprite. I...

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Every tree has its sprite, a living deity ever vigilant of its needs. Great Yggdrasil ancient tree of life holds her sprite within her wending, winding arms; a caress of gratitude for its warrior guardian. An ancient sentinel guarding the wisdom of Gaia’s mind, needs a soldier; this recruit, at the ready, studies “The Art Of War” with considerable vigilance. No axe will ever release this tree...

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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...

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Oak sprite man climbed up a piece of the bark To get a little higher, to peer into the bowels of the forest. They were coming; he could sense them They had not been in this part of the forest for a long time Spider’s webs as large as a bull’s back should have deterred them But he knew...

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There is a sprite that still lives Deep in the bright blue water; Reflection from the sky gives, Surface beauty full quarter. There is a sprite I do know, Deep in the watery blue; Lingers far, far down below, Cool green grass and tree-top view. Swimming with colourful fish, Surrounded by natures’ sounds; Mother, if I only had one wish, I would dive down out of...

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Mystery is a Shadow-Sprite. She can be a tease, daring you to nail her, in the light....

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Elvin dreams are magic scenes; A play performed on mind-screen; Manifesting miracles; Elves work Earth magic....

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