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Fairy Poetry - Page 2

A fairy musters what it can,
in what lost confusions, only grant.

Fluttering, searching madly, making dew.

Still, even crawly things have wings,
while they do what has been planned to do.


However low the crawly things go,
so to does a fairy fly.
Severed by such hights,
predisposed to their plights.

You in yours,
and me in mine.
Our lives will end the same way.

Into the ground we will go,
maybe covered by black snow.
But when the spring comes to begin,
we all get the chance to fly again.

Edited: Oliron on 10th Aug, 2010 - 9:18am

Poetry Fairy

Thus saith Cheeky Fairy...

Still... I'm a winged creature,
Who seeks no friends or favor,
Yet people see and want to be me,
And it's quite silly... Really... Me?

So I carry on, surfing the wind,
Til I find a resting place to begin,
Yet another story, a fairy story...
My story.

Fairy Poetry RPG PBP Medieval World

This is where the lies I keep are hidden well where willows weep.
Deeps inside the noted hole the magic of a twisted soul.
Dowsed in green, or red, or blue the power of the world so true.
Tricksters eye and pepper wood, the pixie's dust does noting good.
Hidden are the ways I go, the air above, and the earth below.
Find me resting in free time, and dancing with the moon.
Seek me in the summer lime, chasing dreams and honey wine.

This is where the truth unfolds hidden well in my abode.
Deep inside the garden grows the hart stone and the wind that blows.
Dowsed in shadow, light, and sun. The moon beams are seldom won.
Tricksters of the secret mind, laughing, playing, and endless chime.
Hidden where the song is sung, the darkest woods and the greenest thumb.
Find me bathing in the brook, and sunning on its shore.
Seek me in the painted meows of colors and of love.

For I am magic, a myth of wings on wind, a tiny hart filled joy.
I am a pixy of fairy folk, and restless is my woe.
So now I ask with deep longing, softly held with in.
Come and chase the dreams with me, for I am held within.

Page 2 Poetry Fairy

Thus saith Cheeky Fairy...

Tis' a nice day to fly,
Maybe I will find adventure over high,
And if I come across someone in distress,
I will use my powers at its' best.

For many count on me, a fairy,
Because of the magic I bring,
To fill gloomy hearts with joy,
Like the first day of Spring.

Poetry Fairy

Thus saith Cheeky Fairy...

So high up I am,
Yet so small in body,
Still my reach is not far,
I can see from here my field,
Of fresh daisy, Oh what appeal.

Fairy Poetry

Basking in Midsummer's slumbersome sun,
Seduced by Solstice Wort's sensuous seed,
A zephyr of Fearie-folk's free-flowing fun
Rouses old satyr to take up his reed:

Come Pixie, (Where are you?), indulge this fool:
Your whimsical wordplay's all lacking in aim -
To spice up this banquet lets add one rule...
Answer now, Faerie, shall we play a game?

My terms are simple, my condition's this:
My first word, here "Basking" Must form your rhyme,
But when you should fail, my prize is a kiss
From your lovely lips, to sweeten my time.

Fear me, fine Fairy, for few now are born
With wit to worse me - to fence with the faun!

Edited: Adelardus on 12th Jul, 2015 - 12:11pm

Fairy Poetry - Page 2

Thus saith Cheeky Fairy...

Peeking from on high Krusten releases a sigh.
Who is this that would command her attention,
And yet offer no worthwhile explanation.

Yet, gracefully she offers a simple, "Hal'o!",
More of a dare than a means to cause any flare.
"Talking to me you are probably not,
Maybe you are drunk from last night's pot.
Sleep on it awhile, why don't you,
Your head might better serve you."

Fairy Poetry World Medieval PBP RPG - Page 2

Sighs Satyr, soft-speaking, "Maid I'm only seeking
To further the fairy-fun and pass the time
By adding a tweaking - the change that I'm speaking of's:
Take the last poet's first word as you rhyme.

You opened with Peeking, I matched it with Seeking,
Now your first line's rhyme must answer my Sighs.
Take care before speaking - I may be wine-reeking
But old-tales tell Satyr's most oft claim their prize!

Don't mistake my words when invited to fence,
I mean but a contest of word-wit be fought.
But games with no forfeit, please don't take offence,
Bore me, so pledge me the stake that I sought.

Surely a meaningless pledge from an elf
Or have you more height than trust in yourself?