Sprites Poems - Poems about Sprites

one witty Wibblesnow wobbling along two terrible Tillymows tutting their tongue three thin Thiggleheads throwing some spoons four furry Fillimots flying in balloons five feathered Foulies fumbling a dance six silly Sacklemuds selling their pants seven sour Sovermites stuck in a...Read the rest...

look child neath moon's blessed face garden sprites...Read the rest...

Clover superlative lovers, sprung via same stem Umbrella immunity protects sprites supple Filter purity lacy leaf shade kindly dapples...Read the rest...

Faeries and sprites flitting among the thistles and the daisies. Sitting at the base of the violets, strumming easy listening guitars. So, this is where the hippies go, observed a new arrival. Understanding there are many levels of...Read the rest...

Yesterday, the Undines had a boring day; their last, they insist. The things happening to the world, are terrifying, to say the least; when water sprites become bored with their aquatic home. It seems their present preference, is all too different, they’d rather...Read the rest...

What Goes Unseen A gnome sits by the pantry, Watching the in’s and out’s of wares, Thinking how it all may be his. Meanwhile, the sprites take over the living-room, Misplacing and mussing ...Read the rest...

Gamma wave form ethereals Deep slow motion ephemerals Green tea sunsets siren the 7 Seas....Read the rest...

My Heart Sighs for You One glorious day you drifted this way and life was ne'er going to be the same It was early spring, hearing bluebirds sing in fervent sun rays that’d burnished for days. We walked...Read the rest...

Upon a wood-walk, evening I saw the tree sprites dancing. Lovely sprites, in fall dress; whirling, twirling to the tune of the autumn winds and I couldn’t resist, I just had to dance with them. Perhaps the others walking...Read the rest...

Swarm robots sing ...Read the rest...

'Neath the Willows, now cloaked in brume, as streams the night time deepening. Enshrouding all in shadows womb, I espy true loves awakening. Evetide slumber did find a youth, within the mead, where I do dwell. Wont was I, to bespell,...Read the rest...

Dance of the Wood Sprites One late night I was staying in the forest when i heard what sounded like singing fire crackling and bells ringing I decided to see what it was so I...Read the rest...

Sweet-scented lupins , foxgloves , violas , giant lillies ,damasks , mosses and china roses rich in a variety of perfumes and colours Circular herb beds, rare , exotic climbers on the Elizabethan wall. Overhanging...Read the rest...