"undine" poems
The Mockery of Fairyland
In silence watching, as fellow, fallow fairies dance,
Sylphs float above while gnomes furrow,
Donating water brothers.
Undine.
Spiritual creatures, unseen.
Creation of nature from nature.
Mankind evading.
Those fairies will still catch your eye,
In form of genus butterfly.
God forbid you meet them.
Stumble on their fairy rings.
You should never ever tell a fairy your name.
For in fairyland you may remain.
For safety's sake.
While you're out walking in the woods.
Inside out, you must wear your shirt,
Wear a ring of of iron!
So you can breach the fairies curse.
For in seven year cycles.
Fairies must donate to hell.
A good soul,Tam Hin.
Because he tricked the fairy queen.
She had to set him free.
Ti's said.
As man folk mate.
Fairies do true procreate.
In a way akin to ours!
Hybrid fairies once existed.
They were such melancholy souls.
Far too sad to live in fairyland.
Too fairy like to live on earth!
Titania she still sits waiting patiently.
For her Oberon to arrive.
King and queen of fairyland, in literacy.
Supreme?
No Fallacy!
By ladylivvi1
May 24, 2013
May 24, 2013 at 4:56 AM UTC
I'm wading in gray water, it lures me
I'm waiting for a dream to choke on now
The music crescendos when I scrape knees
But me and the dancer still take our bow
The water kisses my lips then my nose
I'm gone because I never met happy
For the cons will always outweigh the pros
But you never saw me being sappy
"I love you! Be mine!" the water will say
And I gladly submerge myself in it
The whales will come and carry me away
I'll find my Becoming an Undine kit
Suffice it to say I could never dream
Of such a silent, so hidden a scream
Apr 6, 2012
Apr 6, 2012 at 9:43 PM UTC
*Out of water she—
Rose, soaked dress, body blinding
Eyes looking away*
Sep 7, 2015
Sep 7, 2015 at 6:37 PM UTC
Saccharine Sea Maiden shell.
Nuggety pearl
Sinking in the tidal wreath.
Watching where the beach
Rests up it.
And finds the bay of glee
Bequeathed.
Dec 17, 2013
Dec 17, 2013 at 9:48 AM UTC
Bring me a smile, for I have none to spare
My wine-hearted maid of the sea stole them from me
And I will never go looking nor pining for her
As she looks for her skin in the eaves.
From sunlight through water we did weave her hair
'Til it shone with the gold of old stars
But I'd give you the honey of my lilit-daughter words
Had she not stole it from me with her eyes:
The dark in your heart and the dark of the sky
Met to dance in the storms of those eyes
Let me, oh, let me, just let me, I plead
Lose myself forevermore in their rains!
She's the grace of the undine and undulating waves
that crash round and chill you to the bone--
Would my love chill her bones, would she care,
Would she care, my wine-hearted maid of the sea?
Jun 16, 2012
Jun 16, 2012 at 8:48 PM UTC
If a fish falls in love with a
Song bird,
Is there someone who could make the fish
Wings?
Maybe we are too different,
Me too broken to comprehend.
Is there someone who could make me whole;
To create new
Wings
For me?
I breath the water in deeply,
Drowning this unbidden and
Unspoken question.
Jul 18, 2014
Jul 18, 2014 at 1:38 AM UTC
*Out of water, she
Rose, soaked dress, body blinding
Eyes looking away*
Jun 2, 2015
Jun 2, 2015 at 3:08 PM UTC
"I know a woman with dark hair and beautiful brown eyes with an attractive smile that I can kiss for awhile.Her lips are quick with the lipstick, and her tongue is as lukewarm as my warm coffee. I love when she is with by my side, and with us in the heat, oh I can massage her delectably soft feet that I can kiss for hours until there is no power. These lips of mine are lecherously warm, and I make your body sweat and drip like you got caught in a storm.The nurses purse, and the writers book side by side, are tucked in tight, while I make love to you tonight.
I kissed your lips and grabbed your hips when it was late.The bed was creaking, and you we're leaking; I think there was an earthquake because we're soulmates.All that went through are minds is chains and whips, and oh how you remind me of delectable chocolate and energizing coffee after every sip. In the darkness and in the light, with scars and age spots; you are the most beautiful woman to me day and night.I know you tanned or white, and you are my Undine with a spear, that wants to ****** her way into a different career. I know had an operation, but that gave you determination to move forward on your itinerary with me. Even if you lost a limb, you're out to win no matter what it takes even if you're locked in an unbreakable crate.God has opened up the gates of heaven; when you think about it at eleven. The gates of hell are closed, and we weren't wearing any clothes; I never felt so much heat at this time, and it was late. We needed to cool off and ask lucifer for a break.The time was getting late but we didn't care; we just nimbly slipped under the covers with no underwear.We reached the finish line, and we were tired, so we blissfully drank some water. When the clock hit midnight I kissed her goodnight, and we curled up in a fetal position on the bed; where our minds pondered on the proverbial weights we carried about getting married, and our heart and soul we're open to having children. You are the woman with the cure, and I'm the poetic man that will write to you through every season because this is the reason your medicine is going to be where our life begins."
Jun 24, 2017
Jun 24, 2017 at 4:22 PM UTC
Out of water, she—
Rose, soaked dress, body blinding,
Eyes looking away.
Jul 4, 2013
Jul 4, 2013 at 9:30 PM UTC
Born of the salty, watery brine,
born of the rising, rapid tide,
she of the romantic river Rhine,
she, the loving ocean's bride.
Alexandria, Queen of the Sea,
her hair like waves upon the coast,
her eyes, cerulean, looking at me.
her smile, inviting me from my post.
Her attire, alluring and appealing,
perfectly provides a picture picturesque,
of the sunlight striking the ocean ceiling.
My head spinning, my thoughts yet coalesce.
I am striding toward that distant shore,
eager to meet my aquatic queen,
to find and hold the dewy hand of lore,
that figure of myth, my dear undine.
Soon I spot the sign of my sweet
her soulful voice singing that sonorous song.
At my arrival, she turns her head to greet,
and I, in turn, gladly return the greeting along.
Her briney hand then reaches for mine,
and I hold it out past the quiet water,
fingers stretching past the gentle coastline.
My hand is ripped down to slaughter.
Jul 23, 2016
Jul 23, 2016 at 12:50 AM UTC
Out of water, she—
Rose, soaked dress, body blinding,
Eyes looking away.
May 30, 2014
May 30, 2014 at 2:27 PM UTC
Out of water, she—
Rose, soaked dress, body blinding,
Eyes looking away.
Aug 24, 2012
Aug 24, 2012 at 10:45 AM UTC
Out of water, she—
Rose, soaked dress, body blinding,
Eyes looking away.
Dec 31, 2012
Dec 31, 2012 at 2:11 PM UTC
Out of water, she—
Rose, soaked dress, body blinding,
Eyes looking away.
Oct 7, 2012
Oct 7, 2012 at 4:53 PM UTC
"Eve's Diary"
Within your deep eyes lie a galaxy.
A heaving sea. Undertows, and eddies.
An undulating undine in abyss
blanketed by dead stars and those who gleam.
She faced cataclysmic adversity,
and she fell from the cosmic nursery.
She lost her skin of lustrous ebony,
gradually turning burgundy--- to flesh.
And soon she lost her memory,
and everything was in haze.
Destined to walk for all eternity
and marvel at this once tiny, blue marble,
which she saw from space.
Nov 30, 2017
Nov 30, 2017 at 8:22 AM UTC
Deep or shallow
she's into
swimming pools
sometimes more than she's into me
she can hold her breath for as long
as I may tread within her waters
thalassic
undine
unbidden
this hand of hers stretches out to me
our liberty renew
our gradual sureness
in aquarium
--a place for relating to--
a dive of faith
my lungs fill with the liquidity of her
a soft shorebreak
to the occasional tidal wave
together we ripple the matrimonial surface
Jul 25, 2020
Jul 25, 2020 at 4:13 PM UTC