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 jar eight early Eelythings eating their car nine naughty Ninnipods nibbling on chips ten tiny Tangletons twerking their hips ...

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look child neath moon's blessed face garden sprites...

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Clover superlative lovers, sprung via same stem Umbrella immunity protects sprites supple Filter purity lacy leaf shade kindly dapples them Desiree samples pitchfork debauch, spicy morsel ...

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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 heaven. And we gravitate to the one we relate to the hardest....

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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 fly than float. Titania, queen of the water faeries, was most despondent when their revelation, descended upon her elemental ears. “Such madness,” cried she, “It’s...

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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 whatever’s to their fancy for A quick-kept treasure Or — with some pride — To play magic’s jokes ...

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

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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 along an enchanted pathway where wild flowers grew in flamboyant hue Creatures in their prime having an ace time in gleeful display...

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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 with me, didn’t notice or maybe they thought I’d lost my mind...they just laughed as I spun; arms reaching out in...

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Swarm robots sing your dreams of snow angels. They flutter in formation, ...

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'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, forsooth, tis truly, one thing I do well. Mazed, stands young swain, aside his bay, embracing nymph, of flaxen hair. Bedewed, were eyes, by...

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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 quietly climbed the hill What I saw next gave me a chill Wood sprites dancing merrily in the full moonlight...

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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 undergrowth winding little path past rose flowerbeds Nestled among large mossy rocks rays of sunlight filtered through round tables set...

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