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Poem Details | by Sunshine Smile |
Categories: beauty, christmas, december, love,

- A Most Irish Fairy Tale -

- A Most Irish Fairy Tale – Merry Christmas to All

It’s not just Santa Claus who we meet in the very cold of December; 
There is “Carolina,” and she’s the beauty of a winter picture perfect 
With luscious long, coal black curly hair far down on her back, and 
As a true fairy princess, Carolina is quite beautiful with such bright
Blue eyes and that certain incandescent glow for all to see and 
Dressed in a sparkling white robe made of angelic content with
A glossy coat so radiant and sprinkled with pearls and diamonds.

Out of the woods she walks so quietly in the night’s fresh snow 
With a glimpse of two deer and a fox on hunt walking carefully, 
Carolina hopes the deer will walk around with an angelic guard; 
The secret is that beautiful Carolina speaks the animals’ languages
And this is an enchanted reality known only to the forest animals; 
The birds play in all their splendor so fine without sorrow and they 
Fly while Carolina—the “Fairy Maiden of this Enchanted Forest,”
Keeps watch carefully on the evening horizon while the snow falls
Now apace in the hope and wish for such a marvelous and majestic
Christmas—while in the distance the ground is now frozen frosted 
Hard and like shining and sprinkling silver in the mist until the very
“Rays of Enraptured Sunlight” break in the morning mist—this most
Wondrous image is at once so divine and fabulous to behold and 
Cherish as the annual “Spirit of Christmas” now comes alive again

The Reindeer come alive and begin dancing joyfully together and 
Create such a melodic sound almost like bells ringing aloud— 
And then all of the Reindeer are here in their resplendent glory:
Dasher, Dancer, Prancer, Vixen, Comet, Cupid, Donner, Blitzen,
And Rudolph, with his “Red Nose” so beautiful, and oh so bright—                
And the sounds the Reindeer make stay in the minds of the little
Children—just like sweet-sounding little voices wonderful so in 
Dreams singing such celestial tunes while a bright light appears 
So magically on the horizon while planes from all over the world
Begin landing with such precious cargo like loads of neatly written
Letters from good little children—and with this joyous occurrence
Santa Claus begins calling his elfin troops into quick action while 
The “Leprechauns” do the heavy work as they are much tougher
But all the while the “Old Fighting Irish” in them reflects a softer
Side while the Leprechauns drink a drop or two or three of some 
Fine old fiery Irish dew to keep them both warm and smiling like 
The very wee Little Devil in them—so mischievous and all—but 
So content and happy to be part of such a delightful moment of                                      both memories and joy for “The Little Children of the World.”
The Leprechauns do all the heavy work 

                     Merry Christmas to All!!

Anne-Lise Andresen, Liam McDaid and Gary Bateman – A Collaborated Poem, 

Copyright © All Rights Reserved (December 9, 2014) (Free Verse)

Poem Details | by Rylee Woods |
Categories: emotions, love,

Fairy Tale Ending

what is love?
How do we describe some thing we
can't touch or even see.
Love is an emotion
Kids don't understand the true
meaning of it
But for us its an experience that 
you never want to lose that feels 
amazing like a book that you turn
into reality...Like your fairy tale ending

Poem Details | by John Posey |
Categories: animals, mother, beautiful, beautiful, fairy, love, morning, mother, sun, time,

Of Fawn And Fairy

Inside this forest
so bright and mild 
a fairy lived
her name, Wonder Child

For all the forest
knew of this girl
to which they knew
she would change the world

A fawn she crept 
upon one day
it sensed no danger
no need to escape

Her acquired ability
to speak with those
on four legs with fur
scurrying would go

She was as a spirit
in the woods she did walk
she would talk to the animals
to her they would flock

She'd gentle reach down
and with the smallest of hands
much like the grains of sand
beside them she'd stand

Together as one
the fairy and fawn
if you close your eyes tight
you may see them at dawn

Donna G Fowler

by Donna G Fowler

"I have seen the fawn wake up at dawn...
and then she did not tarry.
This tiny deer so full of cheer
set out to find the fairy.

She knew that the winged one
would help her through the day
and with the sun at end of day
would quietly slip away.

But fawns grow into beautiful deer
and time just passes on.
Now the mother deer, it is so clear,
seeks the fairy to teach her own."

Donna, I hope you don't think I am presumptuous to think this would improve on your beautiful poem..No, It is just an example of how perfection can trigger creativity in the least of us...
You have my honest admiration and respect for this and many other fine works in your portfolio..Love Ya! Jake  

Reviewed by jakepayne  

Your review received: 
Very helpful

and the following comments about your review:
TY JakeI admire your witWhat I'd like to see you do is write a continuation of this like you have startedName it whatever you want, and post me back a message

Mother Doe and Fairy
Inspired by Donna GFowler’s
‘Of Fawn and Fairy’

I saw the fawn wake up at dawn...
and then she did not tarry.
This tiny deer so full of cheer
set out to find the fairy.

She knew that the winged one
would teach her the right ways
and with the sun at end of day
would quietly slip away.

 Fawns grow into beautiful deer
as time just passes on.
Now the mother deer, it is so clear,
seeks the fairy to teach her own.

The fairy knew her language
and all the others too.
She had tutored many youngsters
in the proper things to do.

The forest had been good to her
and the years had been kind too.
When the Doe felt life within her
she knew just what to do.

She knew just where the fairy should be
each and every day.
She wanted her to teach her fawn
to live the forest’s way.

The mother doe was nearing
the birth of her first fawn.
She arrived there at the clearing
just at break of dawn.

She sensed the fairy knew --
for she felt her presence there.
The comfort she had sought to find
Could be felt in the morning air.

She lay down in the comfort
of a nearby grove of trees
And quietly awaited there
in the cooling morning breeze.

Then she heard the quiet flutter
Of tiny little wings
She saw the fairy coming
as the birds began to sing.

She now relaxed and soon she knew
the peace the forest sends
And she found herself surrounded
by scores of tiny friends.

They all had heard the news
and all had been invited
To come and see the miracle
of  two friends reunited.

The fairy knew why she’d been called
to this very special place
She was here to help the deer
receive God’s special grace.

It was not long – it had begun
And quickly, it was over.
There lay the mother doe and fawn
in the comfort of the clover.

The fairy then took stardust
and sprinkled it in their eyes.
Now when they exchange gazes
their love is not disguised.

The fairy and the doe and fawn
then went their separate way
knowing this would not be the last
of many special days.

© Jacob Payne
October 20, 2006

Jake, I knew you could continue this after what you placed in my reviewFirst I am honored that you were inspired by something I startedSecondly, this is an amazing continuation of my poemYou are so visual in this and I could see the field of clover and the new baby fawnI felt as if I were there watchingFantastic job my friend.I'm so excited!!!!  

Reviewed by Donna G Fowler

Poem Details | by liam mcdaid |
Categories: beauty, children, christmas, love, snow,

A Most Irish Fairy Tale - Merry Christmas to All

It is not just Santa Claus who we meet in cold December— 
There is “Carolina,” and she’s the beauty of a winter picture perfect 
With luscious long coal black curly hair far down on her back 
As a true fairy princess, Carolina is quite beautiful with beaming

Blue eyes and that certain incandescent glow for all to see and 
Dressed in a sparkling white robe made of polar bear skins 
With a glossy coat sprinkled with pearls and diamonds

Out of the woods she comes so quiet in the night’s fresh snow 
With a glimpse of two deer and a fox on hunt walking carefully 
Carolina hopes the deer will walk around with angelic guard 
The secret is that beautiful Carolina talks the animals’ languages 
The birds they play in all its splendor fine without sorrows 
They fly while Carolina keeps watch carefully on the horizon 

Falling snow now dazzling Christmas in a ball circle most brilliant 
While there is a frozen frosted sprinkling silver in the mist shining sun
Oh so!! Wonderful to behold as the Spirit of Christmas comes alive

The Reindeer come alive and begin dancing joyfully together and 
Create such a melodic sound almost like bells ringing aloud
And the all the Reindeer are here in their resplendent glory:
Dasher, Dancer, Prancer, Vixen, Comet, Cupid, Donner, Blitzen,
And Rudolph, with his red nose so beautiful and oh so bright—
And the sounds the Reindeer make stay in the minds of the little
Children just like sweetly wishing little voices wonderful in dreams
With those singing, tunes a dancing light appears so wondrous 
While planes from all over the world begin landing with cargo
And one each day with loads of letters from good little children

And Santa Claus begins calling the elfin troops into action while
The Leprechauns do all the heavy work as they are much tougher
But the old fighting Irish in them showing their softer side all the 
While with a drop of the old fiery dew to keep them warm smiling 
Like the very wee little Devil in them - mischievous and all 

They do all the heavy work for the elves as they have more of a spring
In their step while almost bouncing on the tip of the their toes like 
Little jumping springs so full of boundless wonder and energy and  
Then day after day the letters keep arriving and landing at the North Pole 
And they begin working like mad and very busily in the North Pole factory

While Santa checks the letters of all boys and girls through a secret window 
And when he shakes it he sees through the mist in a glass bubble of the
Christmas treats while hurriedly calling together all of his Reindeer
The sound of hooves on the snow saddles up the sleigh he is very slim 
To start off while all his helpers are loading up and he flicks the reins 

And the bells start ringing and - in a flash of magic dust in spirit sings of 
The ground waving he bade MrsClaus a very fond and loving farewell
And off he goes in a flash of light Ho! Ho! Ho! Ho! echoing in the distance 

Each chimney sliding down he eats the food throwing some to the Reindeer 
Treats left after the night's over he feels so fat eating so much he heads back 
Home to the North Pole while smiling so content at the children’s happiness 
And ringing in his ears filled with golden smiles and wishing everyone a very 
Merry Christmas he falls asleep after MrsClaus makes him a hot chocolate
Really tired but easing his weary bones year after year he loves his job very
Much so and all of the sheer delight that his efforts and those of MrsClau
And his elfin helpers and the joy and fun of the Reindeer bring to all children
On this Earth!! 
                     Merry Christmas to All!!

Anne-Lise Andresen, Liam McDaid and Gary Bateman – A Collaborated Poem, 

Copyright © All Rights Reserved (December 9, 2014) (Free Verse)

Poem Details | by Rhonda Johnson-Saunders |
Categories: fantasy, hero, love, passion,

Her Fairy Tale Came True

Fairy Hills are gone, with his curse, ruined.
Can this hero be greater than her sin?
Did Father, forgive? He was her desire -   
Oh Tam Lin, of stories, you beguile again!                             
Woods are now suburbs, we are far from home.
Slip into their minds, creep behind their roam.
Past’s visions will be life’s reality.
Legend leads us where fool's hearts cleave and comb  

Climb into their world, leave behind your woes.
Hide ‘neath trembling leaves from past pains and foes.
Search their soulful tale, embrace ecstasy.
Taste the nectar sweet where flowers did grow.

Open light forbids you and I to share
intimacy of our skin warm and bare.
Like those lover's torn, l hold your heart and hands,
softened by light eyes under dark brown hair.

Oh just like Tam Lin, I’d save you again,
far from city's eyes, we’ll live in the glen.
A woman and a girl, I'm with child of yours,
standing brave with you, our love, I’ll defend!

Our lovechild kicking strong beneath my heart
is condemned by those who want us apart.
She connects our love, forbidden by two worlds 
as we plan our lives making a new start.

Fairy Hills are gone, with our curse, ruined.
Are we two heroes now greater than our sin?
I forgive myself; in our joy, I’m free -
With tolerance and love, doors will be opened!


Poem Details | by Betty Bateson |
Categories: emotions, fairy, lost love, miss you,


Is there a special place to find you
A place where fairies fly
Where all our memories are kept
Where we need not question why

Can we walk together arm in arm
Strolling our memory lane
Recalling times more pleasant
As I softly speak your name

What a magical wonderful sight
Sharing thoughts here once again
Maybe fairies hold our secrets
And take away our pain

If I could find you in this place
I would hold on to you so tight
Never allowing you to slip away
While fairies take their flight

Poem Details | by Andrea Dietrich |
Categories: caregiving, love, mother, fairy, mother,

The Fairy of Motherhood

Have you heard about a certain fairy,
the one assigned to infants newly born?
Unseen, beside her precious charge she’ll tarry
softly crooning lullabies till morn.

She is the special fairy that is sent
to first-time mothers of a girl or boy, 
for when that harried fretting mom is spent,
and as the mother looks down at her joy,
the fairy sprinkles dust down from above.
The mother sighs and holds her baby near.
Those particles illuminate the love
expressed by mother cooing to her dear.

As fairies go, there simply is no other
as blessed as she who serves the child and mother.

Poem Details | by Funom Makama |
Categories: celebrity, fairy, i love you, i miss you, romantic,

Fan of a Fan

Sights are far but our minds are close
two hearts share one inhale with one nose
stage acts are for her even the pose
smiles from down she wishes for a rose
ten out of ten is her loyal dose
ever since it was confirmed I rose
my deep loving of her no one knows
the feeling, branching from the two grows
her quick flight after my shows create woes
until the next, my soul stands on toes.

1Even in her absence, she exist in real apparition
my quest for the very best is nothing but her creation
she’s always in the fore-front, my music the only rival
the heart recognizes nothing else until her arrival
dancing with great joy and so much grace she happily commits
her love and beauty’s aroma, through my lyrics I vomit
meeting her expectations is the peak of every moment
it's worth the risk to damn any caution of a divestment
pure in her charm, subtle in her reach to my inner love seat
exhibits total submission to my fame through every beat
behind this glory is a being confined in a one horse town
you can please enter through a thousand places and change its gown
shaking your flesh even in long dress still makes things happen
and making my intuition and inspiration stay sharpened
all my life I’ve been a panda lost in the Sahara
now have a transformed dwelling with many a Jacaranda
every live performance is a chance to act like her macho
an addition of her love, keeps my stream completely stable.
Containing her lack of attention, that I’m not capable.

Sights are far but our minds are close
two hearts share one inhale with one nose
stage acts are for her even the pose
smiles from down she wishes for a rose
ten out of ten is her loyal dose
ever since it was confirmed I rose
my deep loving of her no one knows
the feeling, branching from the two grows
her quick flight after my shows create woes
until the next, my soul stands on toes.

2So broken and down, my face and voice were just the only hope
she appeared to this lazy engine like a needed tow rope
my television appearances cause huge street bonfires
ignoring her sweet tweets makes my heart and head connived liars
giving good entertainment but to all others I forfeit
every cell in me, focuses down on her from four feet up
moves come with the same wonder if her affection is pre-owned
such premonition endangers my emotions to be stoned.
Oh love, the abstract distance between us is a forgery
letting you go, makes my ego commit a deadly treachery
a response to my well rehearsed hi will append my blessings
an invite upstage to face other fans, hope it won’t offend.
Our jamming tearing eyes taking both souls to planet mars
looking for a way for both hearts, in need of an overpass.
taking a European tour, missing her becomes revealing
her clicks on social media makes the whole day sweet evening
adding her karaoke, my microphone accepts the magic
trying to follow her up, the boomerang becomes epic
as far as Russian hands, relocating the heart of a Scouse
my sounds, her dances have intrigued me to want to be her spouse.

Sights are far but our minds are close
two hearts share one inhale with one nose
stage acts are for her even the pose
smiles from down she wishes for a rose
ten out of ten is her loyal dose
ever since it was confirmed I rose
my deep loving of her no one knows
the feeling, branching from the two grows
her quick flight after my shows create woes
until the next, my soul stands on toes.

Poem Details | by liam mcdaid |
Categories: beauty, fairy, fantasy, love, magic,

Away with the fairies

A voice calls to me in dreams 
if only I could open this mind
to all of the fairy tale legends
enchanting every meaning 
softly memories flow
remembering back dreaming 
as a young lad.

How magic the old Celtic tales were
wishing I was in the thick of it
even thinking back they would all make 
magical movies
they would bring magic to children's eyes
even adults would enjoy.

Taking everyone into a different realm
where butterflies are fairy princesses chariots 
with their beautiful colors 
waltzing in a cool summer breeze.

Sailing into the glen among'st heather
softly blossoming all shades 
flowering to the softest pink 
also lilac to purple  
gently whispering winds carrying her moaning 
sad romantic tales whistling through the trees

Over the ages white dots on a soul 
breathless rings around loves beauty
peace under the hawthorn bush 
dreaming within petals of you my love
the fairy princess becomes queen.

Poem Details | by Bruce Schuhart |
Categories: fantasy, love, me, night, me, night,


She comes to me when e’er she will,
When starlight sprinkles my windowsill.
When the dew finds rest upon the grass
She taps upon my window glass.

I go outside to be with her,
To share a moment soft and pure,
But she soon glides away down a wooded lane
And I who follow think I follow in vain.

We amble through the night time woods,
Past curled up ferns and dark monk’s hoods,
Past spiders in their silken weavings,
Long past when night surpasses evening.

I follow her deep into the glen
To the reedy edge of a foggy fen
Where cattails sway in a subtle breeze
And glowworms float in airy ease.

She pauses by a drowsy creek
And turns to me as if to speak,
But saying nothing moves farther ahead
And alights on a nearby milkweed bed.

She bids me listen to a joyful tune
The crickets play beneath a full white moon,
The notes flutter, then fall, gentle and sweet
In dappled moonlight at my feet.

We listen in silent similitude
Afraid to disturb the delicate mood,
Yet soon she starts to converse with me
And I am richer for her company.

We talk about many wonderful things –
About robin’s eggs and butterfly wings.
About caterpillars, elves and gnomes
And where she claims to make her home.

We talk about love and the joy it will bring
And how it can make a lonely heart sing.
I then smile at her but she turns away
And I, left speechless, have nothing to say.

And so we share the passing night
And greet the dawn’s creeping light,
But before the night succumbs to day
She once more starts to glide away.

She lingers near the waking brook
Then disappears in a rocky nook.
Looking in I can see her no more –
She has returned to where she was before.

Morning has come too soon it would seem
And she has left me alone to ponder my dream.
A dream?  Perhaps, but real I know
For she had deigned to make it so.

Poem Details | by Jasmine Cruz |
Categories: love,

Fairy Tale Lovers


Love is making my heartstrings sing
kisses are making my heart take wing.
Happiness is love,
there is nothing else so sweet,
love is happiness complete.
The whole world dances when we meet,
love is in bloom, and love is sweet.

Take my hand with a love that's true
I walk in a trance since I met you.
And I will do as poets do,
explain my dream to others,
and lift their spirits high.
It's only now my mind discovers,
that you and I are fairy-tale lovers.

Love is that ecstasy quite rare,
kisses of tenderness for two to share.
I wake in the shadows of night,
caressed by awe and wonder,
snd I see a starry sky.
My pulse, it beats like thunder.
I'll never be free of the spell I'm under.

Love is making my heartstrings sing
kisses are making my heart take wing.
I see the sunset's golden ray,
the ending of a perfect day.
God's love is everwhere,
and He welcomes you and I,
to the radiance of His night-time sky.

Poem Details | by Bo Lanier |
Categories: dream, fairy, love,

A Real Life Loving Fairy Tale

Well I guess I'm just one in a million few
that still believes in love and the dream
of dreams come true when you wish
upon a lucky star up above...
Well and I wonder why some people
give up on love without giving it a second
chance, maybe they’re still hurting and
broken hearted from a love that never
stood a chance and although I too
have been played the fool I just can't
bring myself to give up on love and
true romance...
the kind that lifts you up to Heaven
from out of the bowels of Hell, the kind
that comes along only once in a lifetime
well and my intuition tells me you're
just a heartbeat away from finding me
sitting here by this old wishing well
dreaming of A REAL LIFE LOVING
FAIRY TALE and happily ever after
just you and I, running hand in hand
through meadows of wild flowers and
butterflies, underneath a big and beautiful
rainbow in the summer sky well I close
my eyes and that gives me hope that
there's someone for everyone, A REAL
be well that ends well...
so I'll wait forever or until you come true
can't you hear me singing your song all
the day and night time too, my heart a
calling out to you...
sitting here by this old wishing well and
we will be happily ever after just you and
living the dream, A REAL LIFE LOVING 
oh I know someday you will come true
and we will live together forever in A REAL
all’s well that ends well, happily ever after
and ours will be a story to tell of A REAL,

Poem Details | by Victor Buhagiar |
Categories: fantasy, love,

Love and Fairy Tales

And they lived happily ever after.....
Maybe, or maybe not.
We are all engorged and often satiated
with magic, elf land, and faerie queens,
mixing folklore with myths of imagination,
of love that conquers all And in these tales,
alas, high morals have little space.
And thus we hope that we will live
happily ever after, as if life itself
is without problems, and relationships
are built on bouts and deeds of our dreams.
Yet we all cherish our daily adventures,
often extol them as our fairy tales,
and it is also true that such is as it should be.
For what is man without a dream?
Listen, midnight is calling, let's hurry home
in our stupendous magical carriage, 
our wedding gift by our very own fairy godmother.
But let us also keep our feet on the ground,
for the evil queen exists, and she waits
like a noxious black spider we're afraid of.
Evil can be overcome, if only we have
the faith of a small mustard seed.

Poem Details | by Emile Pinet |
Categories: fairy, fantasy, imagery, love,

Pink Strawberries

With luscious lips like succulent cherries glistening as though kissed by morning dew her cheeks the color of pink strawberries. She’s undisputed queen of the fairies eyes of aquamarine and glacial blue with luscious lips like succulent cherries Her hair flows like the wind on the prairies shimmering locks of gold and amber hue her cheeks the color of pink strawberries. Her mysterious smile seldom varies a look that is provocative and true with luscious lips like succulent cherries Her sweet subtle scent lingers and carries an aroma known only to a few her cheeks the color of pink strawberries. A virgin imp from the loins of Aries a prize many men would wish to pursue. With luscious lips like succulent cherries her cheeks the color of pink strawberries. (A Villanelle poem.)

Poem Details | by liam mcdaid |
Categories: beautiful, beauty, fairy, love, metaphor, romance, stars,

- Valentine Jewel -

A timeless sense of joy a magical fairy dust sprinkle from the stars 
My heart's flame one rhythmic and sensual warm dance 

Listening to our sweet music echoes magic whispers inside the mirrors glow 
Power stands within the beauty romancing warm waves uniting flow 

In a halo of silver light shining luster deeply sparkles over wishes beam 
Each new moon embracing forever spotlighting precious silver ball in one dream 

Our love brought us together through life's destiny 
Two souls have united entwined in love's single embrace 

Beautiful snowflake you're one of a kind always unique falling true rings 
Softly warm melting desires lovingly touch gently finding Heaven sings 

When the gaze of my eyes meets yours 
You bring me joy and happiness my dear valentine 

A co write written by LMcdaid and A -L Andresen

Poem Details | by Dorian Petersen Potter |
Categories: beautiful, fairy, fantasy, love,

The Enchanted Forest - The Narrative Style

Another Magical Fairyland  Story - The Enchanted Forest -Part 1
(Short Story or Narrative poem)

The last sun rays of the late evening just filtered thru
The pretty  crystal light glass of one of the windows of my
Homely cottage and made me remember all of sudden 
Something that I need it to do before the sun went completely  
Down and darkness would fall again in every corner of the forest.So I just put on my overcoat since there was still a dormant frost in the air and so I  reached for the  front door and opened it and I ventured outside, my eyes just capturing at once all the very thrilling sounds and the enchanting sights and the unforgettable smells of all my beautiful surroundings.So happy that I owned this magnificent little piece of paradise that was my home and where I have built my little cottage with my own very hands, that of course with some help from all my friends in Fairyland and abroad across the oceans.Its been many years since then but some times it felt like just yesterday to me.But as I stepped out I heard right away something very strange in the air that didn't sounded right at all.It sounded like someone was in distress or fighting someone or something and could hear some screams of anger and painI  bolted fast in the direction the girls screams seemed to come from and thought all the time that perhaps could be a little fairy needing some rescueOur  Fairyland here is very beautiful and enchanting but sadly still there's  a  lot of  visible and hidden danger just about  almost anywhere we go in our Magical Kingdom 

Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000


~ Authors Notes:

To be continued in the second part  by the same title.."The Enchanted Forest " Part 2 :))

Poem Details | by Vee Bdosa |
Categories: angel, beauty, fairy, fantasy, first love, nature,

Forest Nymph

Deep in the forest, where the world is mine,
and lost to everyone I've ever known,
so dark in day where sunlight doesn't shine
except in silver streams all mine alone,

she came in gentle, warm and summer rain,
out of a misty light, with searching eyes,
and all to soon she found my joy and pain
before I had the time to realize.

I'd never be the same, from just the look,
into her eyes, so deep and far away,
and then she read my life, my opened book,
I'd sur'ly bared to her in summer play.

The fear of God is all I can compare
to how she looked, and how she found me there.
© ron wilson aka vee bdosa the doylestown poet

Poem Details | by Milan Georges Burovac |
Categories: desire, fairy, first love, innocence, miracle, paris, truth,

Heart of Paris

I am from another galaxy 
all a romance in the heart of Paris 
all a mystery without desire 
all a lost phantasm 
all a film of being 
where art is in the spiritual thread 
so that every love to be eternal

Poem Details | by Dorian Petersen Potter |
Categories: beautiful, fairy, fantasy, love,

An Unexpected Visitor - The Narrative Style

~Another Magical Fairyland Story - An Unexpected Visitor- Part 1 (Short Story or Narrative poem) It was very early in the morning when I was just having What I thought was a very good time relaxing all by myself And remembering all the wonderful times that now have gone by Since another year had come and left again here in Fairyland. It has been all to tell the truth not all that great all the time Since there has been quite some days that I wish rather not Remember now especially today when all seem to be so sad. I was about to embark in another one of my exciting journey When all of sudden I heard what sounded like my front door Opening and right there behold came bouncing in with a big grin My very good friend n roommate the Mouse,(not his real name)who just been Himself as usual said his usual greeting with a very warm hello And a happy wave of his hand in my direction as he spotted me Sitting at the table and having my usual hot and nice cup of tea. This afternoon I was having a very delicious blend of mint tea With other few spices thrown in the mix to accentuate its favor. I wavered my hand at him and smiling I said hello to him too and Asked him to stepped in the dining room and invite him to have A nice cup too and he told me grinning that he would be more Than content and very happy to do it since he was in need of Having my very good company and having a good conversation With me and update me in some recent happenings in Fairyland. So he came around and just sat in his usual chair, then served Himself a very nice warm cup of mint tea tooThen he turned To face me and started to share with me many things that have Been Happening in Fairyland for the last 24 hours or so and I was More than happy to hear what he was sharing with me when all Of Suddenly I heard what sounded like a very tiny fainting little Childs voice coming somewhere from where he sat and asked Him if he's heard it too and then just smiling at me he dipped in Deep into one of his shirt pockets and gently brought out.. Dorian Petersen Potter aka ladydp2000 copyright@2016
July.11.2018 “Kindness is a language which the deaf can hear and the blind can see.” - Mark Twain- ~ Authors Notes: To be continued in the second part by the title...An Unexpected Visitor Part 2:))

Poem Details | by Marcedies Rhodes |
Categories: beautiful, beauty, dark, death, dedication, fear, flower, hope, introspection, love, on writing and words, pain, recovery from..., sympathy, valentines day, me, sweet, body, me, sweet,

A Dark Fairy-tale

A Dark Fairytale

As I was chained, I breathe in.
As I was burned, I breathe out.
As I was cut, I looked down.
As I was broken, I looked up.
As I was destroyed, I closed away.
I had killed myself damaging beyond any repair.
To keep myself closed I chain, cut, burned, and destroyed what was within me, isolation my fear around meBut suddenly as I had nearly been kindled to a shivering light, something braver and stronger then I appeared and took me and held me and once again I was fixed and this is what happened; 
Suddenly I breathed in as I was unchained.
Suddenly I breathed out as my burns disappeared.
Suddenly I looked up as my broken body mended.
Suddenly I looked down as my cuts faded.
Suddenly I was opened up and my destruction was nothing more then a dream
As my knight, you entered that shadow and held me now I grow with a unprofaned radiance.
I was held once more, and my soul emerged.
I was spoken to once more, and my mind went blank.
I was kissed and my body reacted without a second hesitation.
And before I could run away once more, I was trapped.
Unlike my prison I lived in a fairytale, in were I don’t want to live this place anytime soonWhat happened then and what happening now are so fair apart it hilarious.
 I’ve forgiven the past, not forgotten itProve never to make the same mistakes or else be locked back inside that tower I call my mind
Let me in brave knight, into your mysterious ways.
Let me in brave knight let me have secret passages into that world of yours
Let me in brave knight so I can truly capture you
I was as cold as ice even more then winters hail, but you with a ridged past that icier then I could have imagined is as warm as the summer sun and sweet like spring air.
For saving me, for taking my heart, for releasing me, I’ll become everything you want and then more, I’ll stand by your side and hold you like you held me and I shall be everything you need.
My sweet Knight.

Poem Details | by Dorian Petersen Potter |
Categories: beautiful, fairy, fantasy, love,

The Meeting - The Narrative Style

~ Another Fairyland Story: The Meeting ~ 
 ( Short Story or  Narrative poem)

 It was very early the next morning 
 When the clock woke me up from my wonderful sleep 
 I summoned all my strength to get up from bed 
 All night my sleep had been so restful and deep 

 I took a quick shower and put on my nicest clothes 
 This morning I was to meet the Faerie Queen again 
 I had a cup of tea and some delicious breakfast served 
 Before I rushed to the throne room to meet the Queen 

 I got there exactly five minutes before I was due 
 The Queen appeared before me in a flash of blue light 
 Some of her ladies in waiting were there with her too 
 The whole scene was so magically beautiful and bright 

 The fairies in spite of this serious matter were happy 
 They talked and danced.Some were singing sweet songs
 They were some problems in Fairyland that needed our attention 
 Right away.We needed to find solutions before too long 

 The Queen and I talked for a while and revised the whole situation
 After almost three hours of talking and exchanging different views
 We came up at last with what we thought was a very good idea 
 But still we were very concern about the council opinions too 

 We got up and decided to call upon the rest of the group then 
 The fairy counsel had been waiting for us right in the next room 
 This selective group consisted of fairies,gnomes,pixies, leprachauns 
 When the Queen entered the room everybody went quiet like in a tomb 

 She came in with her ladies in waiting who were so beautiful too 
 These are very special fairies who are chosen for this job at an early young age
 They start their training at age thirteen and continue on till they're twenty-five 
 Since fairies have very a long life, a little much longer than most of us gnomes 

 Now everybody in the Blue Room was waiting for the Faerie Queen to speak 
 They were all comfortably sitted around the precious jeweled royal throne 
 The Faerie Queen and I exchanged another undetected signal of approval 
 She raised her beautiful hand and smiled as she got ready now to speak

 Dorian Petersen Potter 
 aka ladydp2000


 ~Authors notes:

 A Sequel from  my "Summons from the Faerie Queen" and  " The Fairyland Ball" 
Story to be continue in my next Fairyland story or  Narrative poem titled: "The Decision"

Poem Details | by Dorian Petersen Potter |
Categories: beautiful, fairy, fantasy, love,

Back To Fairyland - The Narrative Style

~Another  Fairyland Story : Back To Fairyland~
( Short Story or Narrative poem)

All the Fairies were gathering at dawn 
And they were so happy in giving a hand 
"Cause in a few moments David the Gnome would be 
Arriving to Fairyland and they wanted to make it grand 

David the  Gnome was so happy to be again with all his friends 
All the Fairies and Elves, Leprechauns and Gnomes wanted to attend 
Tinkerbright and Aethelwyne just descended from a tree 
And happily started to cheer and when they saw David they did glee 

With all their might and with their adepted tiny little hands 
They started to clap and sing sweet songs that were grand 
With joy and laughter all the Fairies, Leprechauns, Elves and Gnomes rose 
For their hearts full of happiness did glow as their joy just arose 

All of sudden there was not a sound and not a single bird from the boughs sang 
Everybody looked around and they just smiled with joy as far as a mile 
Then they just run and put their little arms around David the Gnome 
Who was smiling so very happy too to be with his friends back again in Fairyland for awhile

Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000


~Author's Notes:

 " Back To Fairyland" this is just part 1, to be continued in "Back to Fairyland" part 2:))

Poem Details | by ashek rahaman |
Categories: love, fairy, universe,

The Fairy Tale

The story of a  fairy 
Legendary , merciful
The most beautiful 
Birth of a Prince
The luckiest of all 
They met amidst the heavenly clouds
Ascend of the stars     
They met 
In the bright moonshine 
All the heavens angel
Cursed out the demons
 Created was Eve
allures of the universe
A little frail 
Thus began 
The truest Fairy Tale

Poem Details | by Sandra Haight |
Categories: happiness, marriage, romantic love, wedding,

The Fairy Tale Wedding of Prince William and Sandra

The Fairy Tale Wedding of Prince William and Sandra

     Married life ahead
          Future wonders and unknowns
                To forever share

Enchanting was the view of bride and groom,
  with bridesmaids, lovely in their pastel gowns
of varied colors, maid of honor, too;
   ring bearer, flower girl, each six years old,
best man, four ushers in the wedding group.
   So special were Marines in fine dress blues,
who stood and made a saber-arch for them
   as they descended steps of their old church...
Newburgh, New York, in Nineteen-Fifty Eight.
Their wedding celebration was a feast
   for family and many friends who came.
Good food and music made a happy time,
   as they all danced and shared the joyous day.
They cut the cake with a Marine Corps sword,
   a cake, three layers, each on pillars graced
with pretty swans and cherubs placed around...
   then gently fed each other one small piece,
and came together with a sweetened kiss.
That evening, they began their journey 'home',
   nine-hundred miles away to the Corps base,
to start a brand new life...husband and wife.
   At only age eighteen, how brave she was
to leave her family and friends behind.
   But love provides a courage unforeseen
with needs to be beside the one you love...
   June, Nineteen Fifty-Eight...and still today...
wed sixty years, this June, Twenty-Eighteen.

March 8, 2016 (Revised May 25, 2018)

Contest: Fairy Tale Wedding
Sponsor: Alexis Y

Poem Details | by Dorian Petersen Potter |
Categories: beautiful, fairy, fantasy, love,

Summons From The Faerie Queen - The Narrative Style

~Another Fairyland Story: Summons From The Faerie Queen~ 
 (Short Story or Narrative poem) 

 It was late at night 
 Perhaps a little past midnight 
 When I arrived at last to my quinsy little house 
 And unexpectedly I was greeted by my friend the Mouse 

 He looked so delighted to see me once more after a long day again 
 He told me I have an important message from the Queen and her counsel-men 
 It seems there was something for me to share with all the fairies, leprechauns and gnomes 
 Dwarves, half-lings, trolls, elves, pixies and dragons too for a better way to teach the children from Fairyland their ABC's 

 The Fairy Queen was concerned and worry of late, 
 It seems in Fairyland they were not enough teacher candidates 
 To teach our Fairy Children all over the land how to read 
 She had noticed that parents were just too busy, about this they all agreed 

 So, she's now organizing an emergency meeting for all in Fairyland to attend as soon as possible 
 She realizes that this and other problems cannot be by her anymore acceptable 
 A meeting is to take place after she has consulted it by tomorrow with me 
 Everybody is invited by the Fairy Queen herself to come to the Fairy Ball Auditorium 

 The Queen is planning it seems a most wonderful Fairy Ball after her council with me its over 
 So honored I am to be invited by the Fairy Queen herself as I always have been 
 After all I am Nindo, King of the Forest Gnomes and her Royal Adviser and most devoted royal friend… 
Its clear that I am expected anyway by royal duty and command to this party to attend 

 So I better let you go now and say here my goodnight to you since I got so much to do now 
 I am sending back right away a Thank You to the Queen with a letter of you know-how 
 With all this carry-on and excitement I am just looking forward to a goodnight sleep 
 Tomorrow at break down I shall see again my Fairy Queen and for Fairyland our cares to keep 

 Off I am going now for a wonderful night rest 
 I want to look better tomorrow, to be my best 
 So happy I am to live here in this enchanting place we all called Fairyland 
 So close to nature with all my Little People and with the beautiful Fairy Queen that to us all here commands.

 Dorian Petersen Potter 
 aka ladydp2000


 "Note from the author: 

This story is to be continued in parts, 2  and  3 of my next Fairyland Narrative poems, under the titles : "The Fairyland Ball" and  " The Meeting" and so many more in this " Another Fairyland Story "  ongoing fairy series of mine.

Poem Details | by Madhavi Sarjare pagare |
Categories: angel, best friend, boyfriend, chocolate, dedication, dream, emotions, fairy, fantasy, for him, friend, girl, hope, i love you, love, marriage, me, miracle, passion, romance, romantic, rose, sad love, together, trust, valentines day, wedding, woman,

Dreams - An iota of Hope

A poem based on relationship…”A girl in her own dreams” 
wrote by Mrs.Madhavi.Suyog.Pagare :)

DREAMS - An Iota of HOPE 

“Waked up 7 :00 am in the morning..
saw my beauteous dreams transforming..
ohh yeah..with a drowsiness yawning..
Suddenly I found myself refreshing.
Excitedly Gone near by emblazoned window..
Fearfully Viewed a gloomy shadow..
Suddenly he smiled at me through haze of smoke..
Like a fantastic sizzling coke..
Soothing music on its full swing.
Like a glittering diamond in the ring..
He ought to give me red rose..
On his bended knees he bows..
He tickled on my pierced nose..
With which I got glaciatedly froze..
Like a tempting dark fantasy chocolate melting in the mouth..
We strongly decided and took a royalistic oath..
He Embraced his hand on my shoulders..
Which Got intact like file and folders…
Like the moon  shines in the sparkling night..
Enduringly felt to hug him so tight..
Dazzling  Eyes immersed  in each other..
Tuned together like a romantic lover..
Every nerve of  us conjoined together..
Because the love lasted forever..forever…

Suddenly a glimpse of sun came and shattered all my zestful dreams..
“”Ohhhh.ohhhh No..Not againNot againNo more illustrationsNo one can dwell my heart like youPlease come backNo more dreams please..””

 Yep this feeling arised at once and will be still till our last breatheLasting foreverJust forever..
 We trapped in each other’s heart and now no one dare to break our love-life’s part.Apart..

Love is the essence of life and it is measured not by the count of breathe we take..but by the moments we share together till our last breathe..

Wrote by Mrs.Madhavi.SuyogPagare

Poem Details | by liam mcdaid |
Categories: dance, desire, fairy, love, romance, romantic,

Always a Dream

Always a Dream
A little fairy princess one day sits resting on a most beautiful sunflower,
And magically she begins stretching her wings for anticipatory flight
While capturing a vision assortment of most bright flying colors, 
Of one gentle and soothing rainbow promise—a shining and a light to delight;
As the ground begins to tremble and crumble underneath her tiny feet,
She takes flight on her splendid little wings—quite magnificent to behold
Through the colors of mist and the veil of magic she sees a bright sparkling shine, 
And then all becomes clear—she sees gold, and even more gold on the horizon
Radiantly gleaming in front of her very eyes and charming her senses entire.

Then a most curious little green man with curved ears pointing heavenwards 
And possessing remarkably strange and yet soft mesmerizing green eyes, 
Presents himself both kindly and boldly to the little fairy princess in person; 
He jumps right in the pot alongside her dancing a jig to his heart's content,
And the princess shines all colors of love and warmth over him under the mist 
Of a most dazzling and enchanting dream to behold, know, and cherish.

With this the little green man reveals his true nature to his new found princess,
And with a most proud alacrity bearing a quaint princely nature, he declares:
“Me Darlin’ little princess so near and so dear to Me own little heart,”
“You must know I’m your Leprechaun always obedient from this very start,”
“At this moment most precious Me knows you’ve captured Me little heart,”
“And with this you’ve captured too Me overflown’ Pot of Gold now in part,”
“With Me undying love and devotion to you always carried in Me little heart.”

With this the Leprechaun and his little fairy princess danced a mystical old
Irish jig together while singin’ and laughin’ both so gently and contentedly;
All the while his soft green eyes and her sensual eyes azure locked in a 
Most romantic gaze and affection when they began kissing one another, 
And brushing inside and both sharing heartfelt fluttering emotions and a
Swelling with a deep beauty and a most passionate love in Heaven born.

With the genuine passion-felt affection and the romantic kisses exchanged,
The Leprechaun and his little fairy princess began to transform themselves
Right before each other’s very eyes, and Behold!!—in a quick moment, the
Leprechaun became a most handsome and sweet-loving young prince, and 
His little fairy princess, in a flash of blinding light, lost her wings and changed 
Into a most radiant and quite beautiful young princess with long-flowing 
Beautiful black hair, and a very lovely smile as resplendent and sweet as any
Angel in Heaven above.

Now the handsome young prince and his beautiful young princess were an 
Elegant and most wonderful couple to behold and cherish—kind, smiling, and 
Deeply in love.
The young prince with his Irish blessings began sparklin’ and sprinklin’ star dust 
All over his young princess and they both lived happily ever after with pronounced
Passion and love, emotion and devotion, kindness and charity, vision and purpose, 
Forever to their end on Earth and later by the Lord God himself in Heaven

Gary Bateman and Liam McDaid – A Collaborated Poem (October 29, 2014)

Poem Details | by Linda walden |
Categories: appreciation, fairy, for him, husband, i love you, romance,

A Gift For You

You can wrap it, but with 
Only a bow, nothing more.

You can see it from a far,
As it’s lights shine bright.

You can’t hold it in your hands,
But surely it will guide you.

Follow this light, your gift,
To you, my heart and soul.

This house, a gift for you,
Filled always with much joy.

Rough waters you’ll have no
More, Serenity waits at 


Poem Details | by Cathy Martin |
Categories: lost love, loveheart, time, fairy, heart, hope, love, time,

Letting Go

How do you know when it's time to let go?
Should you call it a day, with nothing to show?
The love that you felt is still burning within.
Its flame flickers brightly, not wanting to end.

When only one heart is feeling that glow
You know that in time the other will go...
For no matter how much or how deeply you care,
You can't force a heart to stay with you there.

There…in that place where a fairy tale dwells,
Where fairy godmothers still cast lovers' spells,
Once upon a time two hearts were as one
And the love deep inside shone as bright as the sun.

But as time passes by, it seems some things change,
What once seemed so beautiful now seems so strange!
One moment you look in his eyes and you see,
Happily ever after is not meant to be.

What is it that makes only one heart feel love?
You look for the answer from God up above.
You hope against hope that an answer you'll hear,
But no answer is coming, just sadness and fear.

A part of you already knows it's the end,
But your heart and your mind just don't comprehend
How something so wonderful just fades away,
Like the colors of sunset in each passing day.

The dawn of each day brought a smile to my face,
By waking each morn to my lover's embrace.
Our two hearts once hoped that true love had begun,
But what good is love that is just felt by one?

Would I want him to stay with me, though in the end
He'd never be happy, you can't just pretend
To love someone when the feeling's not there.
So the answer is NO; and you try to prepare

For what you now know is going to be…
Sooner or later you must set him free.
You try to hold on to the love that you knew
But it slips through your fingers, so what can you do?

They say there are some things just not meant to be,
And in time we will know what our hearts couldn't see.
You beg, you plead, you curse, then… you cry.
But the only real answer is always GOODBYE

Poem Details | by liam mcdaid |
Categories: angel, beautiful, beauty, blessing, dream, emotions, love,

Fairy Tale Christmas Dream

I am 
just thinking of you fondly 
Hoping I bring a smile warmed inside 

It is windy I must admit to you 
who bring the sunshine love
Being honest I dream of cuddling up to you

Trying to visualise a feeling 
each time I see you 
my heart stops as you enter

Breathtaking beautiful lights up
I love holding your hands 
I feel they fit with mines perfect

When I look upon your smile 
light of One in a thousand angels 
holding a breathless moment 

Center stage spotlighting
Just In that single second 
my love for you is sealed

Kissed By the beauty 
of having you sweet Cinderalla 
holding the glass slipper in my life