#elves
creatures in the animal kingdom
do not have perfect senses
we all experience optical
and auditory
illusions
and it all stacks up
to missing a beat
like when someone finds their keys
in the fridge
while swearing they were on the dresser
there's this backpedaling that occurs:
"it must have been a ghost"
"there's a prowler"
"i'm being gaslit"
people don't seem to easily admit
to themselves that they fall
for their own inability
to see the world just right
why?
are you afraid of having a disability?
well honestly most people have something
i don't like building delusions
over missing my keys
there's more missing keys out there
than my own
more missing reasons
than missing keys
and it's gotta be elves
taking them
clearly
Nov 19, 2025
Nov 19, 2025 at 9:10 PM UTC
I’ll be waiting for you at dawn,
Where the night ends,
Where birds chirp in whisper
Like elves from fairylands.
I’ll wash my feet with cool dew
And I will be calmly awaiting,
Where pure thoughts are twisting with osiers
And creating dreams, fascinating.
I’ll be waiting for you at dawn.
Come some morning. I’m here,
Where dew is cool and all-pure
And our dreams are near.
Feb 7, 2025
Feb 7, 2025 at 3:13 PM UTC
Prickles of the pine
it's reindeer time
across the moon at night
like fireflies in flight
buzzing little beez
elves in Christmas trees
Santa's gift to us,
kids happiness and love.
Dec 20, 2020
Dec 20, 2020 at 1:32 AM UTC
Elves during summertime
with their drink and songs
They smile and they laugh
they help right my wrongs
When they're waking up
they jest with the birds
When they're winding down
they leave loving words
Elves on the mountainside
they frolic and they play
A place I can visit
but I cannot stay
Nov 21, 2020
Nov 21, 2020 at 8:36 AM UTC
They've finally had their fill
the sad housing and slavery swill
no more producing the toys
for bad girls, fat men, bad boys
The day has finally arrived
all the years of being, deprived
no more to tally the whip
producing the best workmanship
Yes, it's come to a peak
freedom is what they now seek
so wonder not my friends
the elves are seeking
amends
Dec 24, 2019
Dec 24, 2019 at 8:18 AM UTC
Christmas at Forest Heights Baptist Church is something to behold,
We are busy elves, making our church beautiful, colorful, and bold!
We are a small church with a big heart for giving.
We give to Lottie Moon, the Angel Tree, Halleluiah Night, Thanksgiving baskets and more.
Our love for Jesus and His grace make us give generously with our time and love,
We--without need for recognition, serve because we serve a loving Creator above!
Forest Heights’ members do not wait for Christmas to help our fellow man,
Daily we serve those who need a helping hand.
Remember, Jesus’ tears were not for the pain He endured.
No! It was for our sins and disobedience to His Word.
So, let us be grateful and kind to others this Christmas and beyond,
God has blessed us with His One and only Son,
and another year filled with blessings, mercy, and grace.
Let’s leave footprints of love until we meet His embrace and loving Face!
Merry Christmas to All!
Dec 6, 2019
Dec 6, 2019 at 5:57 PM UTC
Would you like to go to a land,
where the stories never end?
It rests on a golden bank of sand,
down where the river bends.
The sky turns suddenly pale,
while passing through the mysterious veil.
But what a magical, wonderful sight,
to see the fairies in flight.
To see the elves dancing two by two,
in the early morning dew.
To hear the sweet music from the leprechaun's lyre,
as the laughter trills through the air.
Skipping over a babbling brook,
down where the trees do sing.
The dragons give a dubious look,
to see the mermaids enchant the Unseelie King.
And while frolicking in the meadows,
watch as the gnomes gather rose petals.
But be ready to pay the toll,
if you pass over the Bridge of Trolls.
Night is nearly on the land,
time to greet the Sandman.
I hope you have had a happy day,
and do not forget to come back this way.
ALesiach © 10/01/2014
Jul 26, 2019
Jul 26, 2019 at 8:44 PM UTC
With eyes to weep beneath the night
Neath trees which ought to've lasted ere
How sad it was for me to leave
Before such fullborn youthful tree
I'd turn myself once more, I could
And cry her name fullborn aloud
To catch my breath, and see her all
Before my Gondolin did fall
Mar 14, 2019
Mar 14, 2019 at 8:32 PM UTC
His feet in the snow
on roofs unmaintained
not fat, and not slow
the deer have been reined
Down the flue that's unclean
he'll shimmy and shake
someone no-ones seen
all gives and no takes
His insurance bill
is high as all hell
the upkeep of elves
you know he knows well
His lawyer exclaims
every year at this time
"you're bound to get caught
as a break in's
a crime"
Dec 3, 2018
Dec 3, 2018 at 8:21 AM UTC
_Munching, crunching on a bone,
The trolls of Langwood growl and moan.
Through feral mutterings and drivel,
They gulp and choke down last night's grizzle.
In their cave on rocky mountains high,
Their scaly skin cracks from air so dry.
Once human men poisoned by greed,
Transformed into ogres for their misdeeds.
They prayed on people of modest means,
Until our good sorceress intervened.
She protects our land and keeps us safe,
From warlords and bankers filled with hate.
Condemned to live long foul lives,
The trolls of Langwood miss their wives.
For they now resemble their truer selves,
Forever denied the beauty of men and elves._
Nov 20, 2018
Nov 20, 2018 at 2:09 PM UTC
tiny elves in my backyard on my stoop -
“PLEASE SIR, MAY WE HAVE SOME SOUP?”
running out from between blades of grass,
they shouted in unison with a burly crass:
“YOU MUST UNDERSTAND, IT'S A TUESDAY NIGHT,”
“AND TUESDAYS ARE SPECIAL IN ELVEN LIFE!”
“sorry sir, soup is not for elves; mommy said!”
“DON'T LISTEN TO THAT OLD BAT,
IT'S LATE AND SHE'S IN BED…
...WE COME TO YOU IN NEED OF NOURISHMENT!”
“but, I’m just a kid and mommy discourages it!”
i said in my biggest voice, for the 900th time
as they threw up their arms, like I’d committed a crime!
running around in a mass,
they ran back, with such sass,
through the leaves in a big hurry -
on a hunt for soup they scurried...
Sep 21, 2018
Sep 21, 2018 at 6:28 PM UTC
Cold night,
swift breeze,
she was shining like a bright diamond beneath the moonlight sky,
her skin was pale and soft,
Her eyes blue, secretive and true,
an elf she was,
fairest, wisest and most powerful of all beings that walk the Earth,
and yet a creature so beautiful and so wise,
fell in love,
with a man,
a mortal,
of which was a shocking decision for others,
but a right one for her.
Jun 26, 2018
Jun 26, 2018 at 8:10 AM UTC
Wolves lurking through the trees,
hunting, surviving in the cold breeze.
Monsters hiding beneath the ground,
killing and slaughtering everyone around.
He who searches the sky,
will find the stars amplify.
Witches, wizards, elves, and dwarves,
they all fight for something that isn't yours.
Wealthy or poor they are all the same,
dying and living is just a game.
Do not be fooled by the allure,
it can trick you into thinking obscure.
Jun 14, 2018
Jun 14, 2018 at 4:10 PM UTC
Off to battle again.
Another day, another battle, another day to amuse one’s self.
Looking out into the shadowy forest, in search of an acquaintance.
Wolf howls signal the return of the Princes and all is well.
The war has been won and the undead soldiers have been demolished.
Moonlight hovers over the home of the Elves
And inside the forest I find myself,
Hunting the hunter; under darkened skies.
A wolf dives at me and I open fire.
The arrow strikes its head and it falls down dead in the snow.
Its companions will be here somewhere, so I will be ready to fire again.
An elf appears from the mist, so I lower my bow;
It’s good to see you again, old friend.
He tells me of a quest to the undead hordes lair
And after shopping for provisions,
We head off with our band of merry friends.
The healer is annoying, but he will be needed when we get there;
So we allow him his flaws and his errors are not mentioned.
Once more into the darkness; we head into war
And all around us, the skeletons fall.
We grow stronger with age, before, during and after.
At the end of the day, we are new to this no more.
(C)2016 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Apr 28, 2018
Apr 28, 2018 at 2:10 AM UTC
What comely lass, this elven girl,
a living gem, expensive pearl.
Who clung with manacles to me,
a mighty and a wise old tree.
In forest deep she rang her bell,
and I was lost, in Elvenfell,
a place of wishes, not defeat.
A land of love, a rhythmic beat.
She walked alone, this comely queen.
Her song so loud. Her face serene.
And I, a spirit, shook my boughs,
and droplets fell on her like clouds
so that to her it seemed like rain.
Like spring had come, and summer wained
it's last bright ray. It's final heat.
And she stood there. On softest feet.
Oh lady fair, where from you came?!
I cried, but fear her heart retained
and almost she fled fast away
but in my roots I begged her stay.
She came to me, her fear assuaged
and touched my bark, my skin so aged
yet her soft touch made me feel young
so to her heart I surely clung.
And so she stayed, my elven maid.
Held to my girth, in love she stayed.
She lived with me. Lived in my core.
She lingered here forever more.
~ Windsinger
Apr 25, 2018
Apr 25, 2018 at 9:56 AM UTC
*Hold my hands, look into me and see the truth.
Meet me in the deepest part of the glowing forest.
If your heart is there, next of Gondolin, the same as mine.
How beautiful the stars to shine atop our heads.
Like the crowns of old. As the glowing trees ignite your eyes.
As mine have glistened at this very thought.
Perhaps to meet you there at all,
Would make my heart glow as a Silmaril.
For not even I know when this glow was crafted.
Formed out of the unknown and the song.
I wait for you.
Though to Varda your eyes,
And Yavanna your heart may forever belong.*
Dec 31, 2017
Dec 31, 2017 at 2:25 AM UTC
So last night, I stopped by Santa's workshop
And I met his team of eight tiny reindeer
His sweet little wife and all of his elves
AND do you know, they whispered in my ear
some members of Hello Poetry are very naughty
So Santa's added their names to his list, my dear
AND Santa declared with a very saddened heart
they will be blessed with nothing this year
Nov 23, 2016
Nov 23, 2016 at 5:02 AM UTC
In mighty kingdoms far away
Grew an elven king, stern and wise
Whose young daughter grew in the fields
with eyes as blue as the clearest skies
Elenir, was the daughters name
who danced amongst leaves like gold
whose laughter rang like a thousand bells
whose fair skin would never grow or old
There a traveller came from mountains
and lost, he wandered beneath the trees
he drank from nameless rivers
and voyaged across the savage seas
They met under the sheets of stars
as she saved him from himself
he touched her hair, felt her voice
and till death, he stayed with the elf
His human life frayed away
After a mere blink of years
She watched and stroked his aging face
and wiped away her tears
And when he passed, she could not bear
the pain that she felt inside
the once swaying trees that danced
felt empty, old and dried
She traveled up to the clifftops
Elenir cried her lovers name
She threw herself into the raging oceans
for her life was never the same
The elven king was despaired to see
the loss of his cherished daughter
He cursed the lands
Set fire blazing
and froze the wicked waters
He hide away his treasured kingdom
and watched as the world around him burned
His soldiers pleaded, his people begged
to not leave the world so spurned
But his heartbreak was too great to deal
The world fell into darkness
and with the once-beautiful Elenirs death
the skies grew black and starless
Dec 18, 2015
Dec 18, 2015 at 12:37 AM UTC
~~~°°♡°°~~~
before a golden
bowl she stands
crystal sceptre
in her hands
~
exquisite form
bone china face
possessed of
perfect poise
and grace
~
hair so fine
lustrous, rich
like cornsilk platinum
to bewitch
~
eyes of wisdom
seas untold
revealing naught
but deepest
SOUL
~
encrusted sheath
shows hips that flare
diaphemous sleeves
lift with the air
~
oval jaw
cheekbones strong
her lips move
in elvish song
~
what does she know
that lights her eyes
violet
profoundly
wise
~
but sadness fills her
as she sings
she can't possess
The one
great
RING
~
mistress of
the wooded lands
monarch
noble
ethereal
GRAND
~
before a bowl
she casts her spell
immortal
queen
GALADRIEL
~~~°°♡°°~~~
SoulSurvivor
(C) 12/30/2015
all rights protected
Dec 30, 2015
Dec 30, 2015 at 2:51 PM UTC
(Sing along to the tune 'Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer).
This is a futuristic Christmas,
Sing along in an ode,
Global warming's reached the North Pole,
That's the end of ice and snow.
The Arctic's now a surf beach,
All your gifts out of reach,
There's some really naughty bad elves,
They're keeping all the gifts for themselves!
Where did good ole Santa go?
He's been on the **
Santa came in bad girls' lane,
And he never was seen again!
Now Santa's got survivor baggage,
Mrs. Santa tossed away his clothes,
She divorced dear old Santa,
For hoing all the hoes!
Now there's a big beach party,
No Christmases ever again!
The bad girls are giving it to Santa,
No Christmases ever again!
This is a futuristic Christmas,
Global warming's reached the North Pole,
Sing along with Santa,
A futuristic Christmas in an ode!!!
(Let's Party...HO ** ** Samta knows where all the bad girls go!!)
Dec 3, 2015
Dec 3, 2015 at 2:58 PM UTC
Christmas Eve was coming
There was plenty to be done
There were protocols to follow
There were programs to be run
Presents needed wrapping
Elves had duties of their own
They've been doing it for centuries
They could call Christmas in by phone
Reindeer games were scheduled
Christmas Carols to be sung
There were toys to be assembled
There were bells that must be wrung
Christmas Cakes...no problem
For we all know there's just one
It gets passed around each Christmas
And that is half the fun
But, back now to the reindeer games
Donner wasn't there
But, neither were three others
It gave Santa Claus a scare
He called the elven vet in
Said "find out what it wrong"
"If I don't have all my reindeer"
"It'll ruin Rudolph's song"
The vet came back directly
Hoof and mouth was what he said
The reindeer must miss Christmas
They were all confined to bed
Santa couldn't take it
Reindeer home...what would he do?
He thought real hard about an answer
Where would he find something that flew
The vet said, "I've an answer"
"But, no questions...just your trust"
"I'll get your gifts delivered Santa"
"I just need your magic dust"
Santa said "do your best Doctor"
"We can't have Christmas end like this"
"Are you sure you have an answer?"
"We can't give Christmas time a miss"
The vet and elves went searching
They formed a team like none before
They went around to the animals
And then they knocked on Santa's door
Santa looked at what they'd brought him
His reindeer gone, but here they stood
A team had been assembled
It made Santa sink into his hood
Harnessed up before him
The vet had two dogs and a bear
A ****** goat, and donkey
And a bald, blind cat...stood there
He smiled and said "Dear Santa"
"They may not look like that much now"
"But, they'll get you where you need to be"
"And they'll be led by a brown cow"
If you hear some noises
From your roof, like bleats and barks
Some, meowing or some mooing
And other strange sounds in the dark
Remember, it's just Santa
With his new team for the season
Rex, Rolf, Billy, Ben, Bessie, Joe, and Mike
and a bald, blind cat who's freezin'
Merry Christmas to all and to all....don't look up!!
Nov 10, 2012
Nov 10, 2012 at 8:37 PM UTC
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/- //__ / /__\ !--!\\
/// /-- /_~\\ ==// /\\\\
whisps of silk collecting dust
built in secret built on shelves
of my poor deluded mind
/ / where i fool myself. \ \
i don't want to know the truth
/ / I don't want to delve. \ \
//---/ a place of evil spiders- - -\\
//!! and exquisite singing elves\/\!!\
no matter my desire to change
no matter my resolve
hanging by a thread
my consciousness revolves
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soulsurvivor
(C) 6/4/2015
Jun 4, 2015
Jun 4, 2015 at 4:44 PM UTC