"fairys" poems
The fairys laugh in their play-
letting the sugary pollen flutter onto pale lashes,
with their pixie dust drifting into the darkest of ashes.
I'm going to lay back down,
Amongst the fleeting flowers.
For I swore I saw the remedy,
Hidden with in your golden heart.
Alast, I could have it wrong.
Was it not you, who dare to tell me, "be brave".
But is it not your spent heart,
at her feet as the blackest of ashes.
Glittering fairy dust, could not hide the ruins.
For evils wicked had already been undone.
A curse; a curse, upon your wretch soul.
Sweep the cinders in a coffer-
Lock them under key,
Cover your tracks.
Hide the way.
I forgive thee:
I do, I really do.
But please, my love.
Leave.
For if not, she will find ye--
And it will hurt only me.
Hurry forth now, The witch sends her huntsman.
The howls, I hear them dancing on the winds.
Run.
Do not look back.
But please, my dearest of dears, forget me.
As I have forgiven you--
Now go: A thousands I loves you.
Leave me be.
Sep 26, 2012
Sep 26, 2012 at 8:59 PM UTC
Elven Heritage
Purity Healing Sphere Carriged In
Sacred Mystical Kin Hint Of A Faerie Mist
Purified Language In
Telepathy With All Interdimesnonal Beings
Love Hugging The Trees
Its Where We Peace
Its Where We Eat
Dance & Sing
Healing Passion Fullfiling Gatherings
Fairys Swing
One Touch From Us Is A Rush
Enough To Make An Angel Blush
All Disease Crushed Into Dust
Whipped Up Into Thus
Purified Trust
Declair Clean Air Is A Must
Our Eyes Are Idolized
Pure Manners Inside
Anything Less Than Love It Flys
Where Its Free From Disguise
Vibrations Rise Then Dies
I Am Elven Folk
My Dearest Heart
Wheeps When You Leave
Until Your Return
I'll Be Gentle When Bleeding Screams
We Are Here To Heal Call Up
Elders Silver Will
May 24, 2016
May 24, 2016 at 7:09 PM UTC
Down by the stream where the mushrooms grow
a man is covered from head to toe
with the many joys of daily life
to dispel all of the cold and strife
with this joy he made the fairies
the fairies that live to enjoy and be marry
the fairys that live to dance and sing
in the yellow sunlight by the stream
for many years they lived this way
having fun until the day
the people came with their big bad guns
and shot the fairies one by one
then the man covered with joy
whispered away to not but a boy
the boy wandered for quite some time
and the yellow sun ceased to shine
and the mushrooms shriveled and died away
and the boy waited for the day
when joy would return to his land
the day when oaks tall will stand
until then he lays under a tree
look for that boy, that boy is me.
Jul 18, 2010
Jul 18, 2010 at 3:26 PM UTC
Some friends will never understand
people never can
what you see
is impossible to them
even to the closest friends
what we all see is indifferent
why cant we all just respect it
and not let whats different affect it
I wish people would see what i see
then things would be
a beautiful rainbow of clouds in the sea
like a abstract painting
with tons of colorful fishys
flowing with the current
no one going against it
opening paths that were once forbidden
we can all be accepted
free to be
without judgement here in the sea
adventures for everyone
for all those beautiful beings
a true journey
with leaves that fall
to let us know
our time is short and sometimes cold
but we have each other to keep warm
forgetting the sun
we have warmth from within
a soul with a smile
that can warm it all
its like im looking through eyes
that are watching something bizarre
a fairy tale world out there
large plants that touch the clouds making my toes curl
color everywhere like a cone of ice cream swirls
with a light that lights it up just for us to make it flavorsome
bugs light up the the sky near when i see myself in the stars, i stare
in awe i notice bugs on the ground near that scare
we are fairys
living in a abstract mystical world
wings are clipped
but i guarantee i will still fly
life is to short for us.
And this.
To be acting like someone don't belong.
we live in a world where everything is different
from who we are to what we do
we live in a world where we really don't even know who we are
or why we are
its such afar
luckily im here for it all
its a gift to me here in the bizarre
May 15, 2013
May 15, 2013 at 3:20 AM UTC
there was a little owl he lived in a tree
his little eyes were bad. the owl he couldnt see
couldnt go out hunting or searching for his prey
so up in his tree. the owl would have to stay
he was very sad and he begin to cry
a fairy she had heard him as she was passing by
he told her of his eyes how he coundnt see
have to spend his life stuck up in a tree
dont worry said the fairy i know what to do
i will wave my wand grant a wish for you
she wished he had glasses so the owl could see
then the owl could fly, he could leave his tree
the fairys wish came true the little owl could see
owl he got his glasses happy now was he
he could leave his tree fly again once more
high up in the sky he began to soar.
owl he waved goodbye to his fairy friend
a lovely little story with an happy end
Feb 7, 2020
Feb 7, 2020 at 11:12 AM UTC
I pod I phone I couldn't give a toss
Android or Google it makes me so cross
Jumpers with puddings antlers and bells
No ****** turkeys so fights at M and S
Away in a manger?
More like with the fairys!
Mummys half cut with the pre Xmas sherry
Dads bursting out of a suit that's too small
For a couple of kids who deserve **** all!
Santas naughty list is totally ignored
Hundreds are spent to hype it up more
Excess in all and no idea of why
Christmas is lost and the meaning a lie
Gifts for a newborn became a flat screen TV
The Christmas works party
***** or VD
It's Christmas yelled out by Slade and Roy Wood
Danced to by drunkards who hope for some luck
It's over next morning with socks and lynx
Do all women think we're barefoot and stink?
So love to you all and peace on earth
Haven't you heard a ****** gave birth?
Her dad was unknown the father quite odd
Talked like a ****** to some guy called god
She was probably spaced out on Lebanese red
Thought that an angel had been in her bed!
So drink up my friends and remember one thing
It's Christmas tomorrow the birth of the king.
So off to the church and pretend to be good
And full of good cheer
And back to hatred for the rest of the year
Were bombing the ***** out of the Holy Lands
The points been missed
We're all ******
Dec 24, 2015
Dec 24, 2015 at 2:48 PM UTC
Made from the breath of fairys
The dreams of unicorns
And the ******** of Ad agencies
A quick puff as a child and you're off
40 years later a quick puff on an inhaler
Just to breathe
Breathe
Brea..............
Oct 26, 2013
Oct 26, 2013 at 5:14 PM UTC
I dreamed a dream of many dreams a dream that said so much
I dreamed of peace and freindliness I knew I dreamed in dutch
I dreamt of love and fairys flying or maybe thats to butch
but I dont care cos I did dream of mum and dad above
dreams untold about to fold
dreams of hugs and love to hold
dreams of kisses and lips so touched
love and hope and wanton touch
I had a dream the other day
my dad did visit and smiled his way
my mum just moaned cos thats her way
but dont be bothered
cos i wouldn .....want it.... any.... other way !!!!
Feb 11, 2011
Feb 11, 2011 at 6:57 AM UTC
Im Happy I Am Me
DragonFlys & Trees
Magikal Forest
Beautiful Scenery
Angelic Energy
Dimensional Beings
Suround Me
Fairys From Under The Sun
On A Vine Dance And Sing
Swing Through Misty Creeks
Wings Shed Rain Of Pleasured
Joy
The Whispers Of The Spirtis
Are Beyond A Treasured Noise
Celtic Elfs
Tibetian Singing Bowls
Chassels On The Shelf
Happiness Blooms From Me
Roses And Flowers Resting
Gorgoeusly By The Creek
Theres A Gentle Hug From Breeze
Theres A Lady That Seems To Hear Then Appear To Anything We Need
Theres A Man That Cannot See And Can Not Stand But Knows The Way From Sea To Sea
Apr 16, 2016
Apr 16, 2016 at 9:13 PM UTC
am i selfish
for wanting this one thing?
i love you
its her i hate
i thought
you would do anything for me
even something like this
but i was wrong
and now
i feel bad
like i dont trust you
like im selfish
maybe theyre both true
i dont know anymore
i just wish id never asked
that way i could continue believing a lie
believing that youd give up anything for me
but i asked
and now im faced with reality
to be honest
i like my make believe world better
where you go
"sure babe, of course ill stop talking to her"
but thats a dream
like unicorns or fairys
i have to face reality
i have to hurt
to make you feel good
and i will
cuz id do anything for you
including this suffering
why?
cuz i know it makes you happy
and sometimes thats all
that matters
Feb 8, 2014
Feb 8, 2014 at 1:12 PM UTC
Let them be
All they asked for was
To let them be
Let them live in their
Happy go lucky worlds
Where Santa is real
Blessings from tooth fairys
Matter more than all the expensive gifts
They could ever get
Let them live in their
Dream worlds
Where rainbows come
From pots of gold
And rivers flow
With chocolate syrups
Let them be
Where they are
And who they are
Why strip them
Of their innocence
Why drag them in the
Adult world already
Why give them bitter experiences
Of the real world already
Why tell them that as you
Grow up things will get tougher
Why tell them that to live a life
You will have to fight for yourself
Why scare them about their own safety
Or tell them that at any point in life
They might find themselves in a nuclear war
Between countries
Let them be
Where they are
Let them dream of a happy
Joyful world
Where there is endless love
And the smallest amount
Of hate
Let them be
How they want to be
This is a request to everybody who
Know what I mean
Just let them be
Just let them be
Oct 25, 2014
Oct 25, 2014 at 10:46 AM UTC
Everything Is Turning Out The Way That It Needs To Be
Wet Sand Leads To The Sea
When It's Time To Leave
Spirit Friends Care For Me
When My Body Decays
Light The Rays Please
Dont Burry Me
Trance Gaze As I Trancend Travel Planes
I Lead The Battle With Love
& Dove Wings
Angels All Around Me
Poetry Under A Poets Tree
Profound Dreams
Underneath The Roots So Deep
Where Soil Sleeps
Fairys & I Have A Mighty Feasts
Giants Have Mighty Fight
Elfs Have Shiny Teeth
Romance Inside Of Me
BELIEF Is Key
I Manifest My Reality
Manifested My Sacred
Precious Dreams
I Look Out My Window
At Birds On Trees
Then The Grass Then Ask What Do They Like & See
Peter Pan Healing Hands
I Am Me
Roots Run Deep
May 16, 2016
May 16, 2016 at 10:01 PM UTC
I smell your fragrance
in the summer rain,
feel the warmth
of your fiery-heart
in the rising sun.
Your eyes glow
in the Pleiades,
your whisper I hear
in the breeze.
I taste your skin
on a strawberry
& listen to the fairys
of the living forest
to remind me
of your
beautiful voice.
Jul 23, 2014
Jul 23, 2014 at 10:04 PM UTC
She sat on the bank next to brook that cascaded down from the mountains occasionally she would splash her feet and she shivered with delight
She became lost in her own world as she envisions small delicate fairys flitting from grass to flower to trees at an incredible speed of colors
Then in mid flight they stopped and flickered around her in pure delight
Making her laugh as she smiled at such a beautiful site
Then in the distance she could hear
Her mother call her name...come home for dinner Kay....she smiled
I must go....but I will return tomorrow my beautiful wonderful tiny new friends as she smiled and ran all the way home
Oh mother! Kay smiled I met some wonderful fairys today...can I go back to see them after dinner... her mother looked at her daughter and she smiled she didn't have the heart to tell her there was no such thing...all she could do was smile.....hmmm yes dear very nice..you can see your tiny friends tomorrow
Kay jumped up from her seat and hugged her mother real tight...thank you mother...her mother smiled as she squeezed her close to her heart...now go on get your father to come in for dinner then off with you to bed
Yes mother as she ran off to get him later that night ...she dreamed of her tiny new friends
Aug 31, 2016
Aug 31, 2016 at 11:30 AM UTC
Winter as cold as the frozen night and bitter winds draw nigh ,
and fairy lights ,
and fir trees are cut down and hung .
Forest lamps ,
Elves and fairys dance in the pale moon light ,
and man with spears and nets ,
and burning wood to find Oxon ,
Deer , and fowl to hunt ,
**** ,
And hang before the snow takes the night .
Wine will flow ,
Camp fires lite ,
They dance around the fire .
They feast ,
Gorge on meat until their stumuchs are full .
Their meat turns to rotten ,
Their ale to vinegar
Their bellys sick with too much wine ,
The fire light ,
The fairys have gone ,
the embers of the flame grow dim and die .
A beam shines from heaven like a light out of the black ,
Isiah bent down to gather some wood ,
To kindle a flame ,
thou man cuss and spit ,
Shall never grow dim ,
and die .
Dec 1, 2017
Dec 1, 2017 at 2:25 PM UTC