#sprite - Hello Poetry

She was the moonlight Pewter sprite that tiptoed the world And never made an impression. Lunar and light, Dappling, dreamily across the surface Never sinking, always glittering and glorious. Though the sea roared Monstrous and mean, jaggedly reaching Greedily for her feet, She was out of reach, Lovingly lifted to where she was always meant to be.

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Jul 9, 2020

Jul 9, 2020 at 12:08 PM UTC

Tootytots1

Lunar Sprite

She was the moonlight Pewter sprite that tiptoed the world And never made an impression. Lunar and light, Dappling, dreamily across the surface Never sinking, always glittering and glorious. Though the sea roared Monstrous and mean, jaggedly reaching Greedily for her feet, She was out of reach, Lovingly lifted to where she was always meant to be.

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She comes only on the darkest of nights, an alluring songstress of sleep. She dances in the dreams and fantasies of many, the cost of her seduction is steep. She can steal the hearts of the most loyal men, tempt any woman's desire. She creates a sensuous paradise of lust, beware the consequences are dire. Many a soul have been lost to her charm, led easily into the moonlight. Enticed by the sway of her hips as she twirls, a captivating show of sultry delight. She's an insatiable spirit of shameless passion, her words are provocative lies. For when she lures you into her arms, you become a star in her sky. She draws you away from your loved ones on Earth, her smile overloads your every nerve. Yet you are forced to watch over the ones you have left, a fate you do not deserve. There is no way to fight her embrace, no magic spell or plea. You'll find yourself yearning for when she takes your hand, and whispers "Come away with me". She'll gaze upon her glittering conquests, with an experienced collector's eye. She'll laugh and dance among her trophies, naught they can do but cry. So when you happen upon a shooting star, racing across the sky. Know that it is not a star; merely stardust, a tear escaping a captured eye.

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Apr 17, 2020

Apr 17, 2020 at 6:04 AM UTC

STHeath

The Moon Sprite

She comes only on the darkest of nights, an alluring songstress of sleep. She dances in the dreams and fantasies of many, the cost of her seduction is steep. She can steal the hearts of the most loyal men, tempt any woman's desire. She creates a sensuous paradise of lust, beware the consequences are dire. Many a soul have been lost to her charm, led easily into the moonlight. Enticed by the sway of her hips as she twirls, a captivating show of sultry delight. She's an insatiable spirit of shameless passion, her words are provocative lies. For when she lures you into her arms, you become a star in her sky. She draws you away from your loved ones on Earth, her smile overloads your every nerve. Yet you are forced to watch over the ones you have left, a fate you do not deserve. There is no way to fight her embrace, no magic spell or plea. You'll find yourself yearning for when she takes your hand, and whispers "Come away with me". She'll gaze upon her glittering conquests, with an experienced collector's eye. She'll laugh and dance among her trophies, naught they can do but cry. So when you happen upon a shooting star, racing across the sky. Know that it is not a star; merely stardust, a tear escaping a captured eye.

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Tucked between bark and the life blood of trees Shrouded in shadows and leaves Deep at the core of the heartstrings of woods From magic and elmwood conceived Living in silence but also in wood Falling for none but the axe Standing in stillness, her shroud is a cage Her only consolements are tracks She watches and wishes as travelers come Hoping that one will commit To chopping her life giving elm cage away And helping her learn to forget A man did just that in the forest one day He swung and his axe whistled through She fell to the ground and she tried to get up But her elm cage had trapped her there too

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Jan 6, 2019

Jan 6, 2019 at 11:17 PM UTC

SilverNeuron

Sprite

Tucked between bark and the life blood of trees Shrouded in shadows and leaves Deep at the core of the heartstrings of woods From magic and elmwood conceived Living in silence but also in wood Falling for none but the axe Standing in stillness, her shroud is a cage Her only consolements are tracks She watches and wishes as travelers come Hoping that one will commit To chopping her life giving elm cage away And helping her learn to forget A man did just that in the forest one day He swung and his axe whistled through She fell to the ground and she tried to get up But her elm cage had trapped her there too

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. Merrytree the Holly sprite danced across the snow, no mark did she leave in sight wither whether she doth go. So joyful and magickal is she, darting in betwixt the flakes, her wild spirit cavorting free, laughing at mischief she makes. © Pagan Paul (30/08/18)

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Aug 31, 2018

Aug 31, 2018 at 6:43 AM UTC

PaganPaul

Sprite

. Merrytree the Holly sprite danced across the snow, no mark did she leave in sight wither whether she doth go. So joyful and magickal is she, darting in betwixt the flakes, her wild spirit cavorting free, laughing at mischief she makes. © Pagan Paul (30/08/18)

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A red-headed sprite With a deep love for all things music I offered 2 years to the gods of brand communication Only to discover a passion to question everything Springing into the world of harsh advertising I still retain my love for ambiguous alliterations Paired with a glass of single malt whiskey and some Chinese takeout I’m excited for this new journey into the Universe of Planners

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Apr 10, 2017

Apr 10, 2017 at 8:15 AM UTC

nicole-ruth-ellis

Muriel

A red-headed sprite With a deep love for all things music I offered 2 years to the gods of brand communication Only to discover a passion to question everything Springing into the world of harsh advertising I still retain my love for ambiguous alliterations Paired with a glass of single malt whiskey and some Chinese takeout I’m excited for this new journey into the Universe of Planners

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The little silver sprite rides the silver leaf, of the blue, briar-berry thorn bush, you can find him out at night! The little silver sprite rides the silver leaf, of the blue, briar-berry thorn bush, when the stars are full and bright! The little silver sprite rides the silver leaf, of the blue, briar-berry thorn bush, see the snow out on the ground? The little silver sprite rides the silver leaf, of the blue, briar-berry thorn bush, dancing in the snowflakes' falling sound? The little silver sprite rides the silver leaf, of the blue, briar-berry thorn bush, The leaves they are attractive, they shimmer in the night... ...like the snowfall, so distractive, a twisting shiny sickness is a tasty sight, though the berries not delicious their taste is only acrid, and hiding a secret acid, yet pungent, smelling right? The bush's thorns they punish those who root among the branches while the sprite he dances in-between the flashes of pain and belly aches the acid courses through one’s veins and the evil sprite it smiles knowing well where its source of nutrient for the winter has died and felled! The little silver sprite rides the silver leaf, of the blue, briar-berry thorn bush; but only at night…

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Dec 22, 2016

Dec 22, 2016 at 7:19 PM UTC

david-john-mowers

The Sprite

The little silver sprite rides the silver leaf, of the blue, briar-berry thorn bush, you can find him out at night! The little silver sprite rides the silver leaf, of the blue, briar-berry thorn bush, when the stars are full and bright! The little silver sprite rides the silver leaf, of the blue, briar-berry thorn bush, see the snow out on the ground? The little silver sprite rides the silver leaf, of the blue, briar-berry thorn bush, dancing in the snowflakes' falling sound? The little silver sprite rides the silver leaf, of the blue, briar-berry thorn bush, The leaves they are attractive, they shimmer in the night... ...like the snowfall, so distractive, a twisting shiny sickness is a tasty sight, though the berries not delicious their taste is only acrid, and hiding a secret acid, yet pungent, smelling right? The bush's thorns they punish those who root among the branches while the sprite he dances in-between the flashes of pain and belly aches the acid courses through one’s veins and the evil sprite it smiles knowing well where its source of nutrient for the winter has died and felled! The little silver sprite rides the silver leaf, of the blue, briar-berry thorn bush; but only at night…

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Earth may try to break you And Life, she'll try to take you Love may live without you And Silence my let the pain through But Nature will love you kindly And restore all you've lost You're a creature of the Earth Of nature hard and soft Stress may do you badly And Anxiety may wrack your bones Apathy may take you gladly And Tears may drag you from home But Wind and Water will grow you Laughter and Love will heal you The Sun will hold and cradle you And let Joy come through Don't let the Fire take you Don't follow behind Regret You're a spirit of Nature herself An Earth sprite born and bred.

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Feb 8, 2014

Feb 8, 2014 at 10:39 PM UTC

QSaint

Earth Sprite

Earth may try to break you And Life, she'll try to take you Love may live without you And Silence my let the pain through But Nature will love you kindly And restore all you've lost You're a creature of the Earth Of nature hard and soft Stress may do you badly And Anxiety may wrack your bones Apathy may take you gladly And Tears may drag you from home But Wind and Water will grow you Laughter and Love will heal you The Sun will hold and cradle you And let Joy come through Don't let the Fire take you Don't follow behind Regret You're a spirit of Nature herself An Earth sprite born and bred.

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