Best Fairytales Poems
Like an evening sun
I settle by the lake
Wearing nothing but my thought
as I recall your name.
I recall last moments
Green shades where we have been
Your voice,a wailing flute
playing in the wind.
The sight of you- a mountain
The scent of you -fresh rain
The warmth of you- a bird nest
Your eyes- Wishing sky-lanterns
...drifting far away.
In this darkest hour,like a marionette
I waltz without your whisper
as white swans pirouette.
The sound of rushing water
still cascades by our cave
Shards'glow from a bonfire
once flickered on your face.
The smile, the echoing laughter
The raft,the night and day
Concern,longing and loss
Regrets and one more game.
In silence,the shape of absence
One bottle of champagne
A toast to empty glasses
Another fairytale.
Reminiscing fond memories
Indulging in the past
Unsaid are all the answers
to questions never asked.
Just a poem.
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Clouds burst their rainbows amid the night....
Cascading showers in loves colourful lights
Glitter became the stars which filled the sky
Inside my heart and afore my eyes ~
Into my soul did they come to rest
Atop palettes of dreams; their dreams bequest....
What you knew and what I thought
Who I am and whom your not
As time it tears this page so fair
Confetti streams, tis where I'll find you there....
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...."Fairytales and Love" *
trapped in skeletal arms of the wolverine forest,
I crave rose-scents from the corpse crescent,
seeing through the portal of pained pupils,
written with cinder-gold between
lethal lines of nostalgic nightfall,
about sunsets woven in angst,
from stone-cold tears
s u p p r e s s e d
within crawling clouds before onyx rain…
and must I scribble sonnets of sorrow and hurt~
while aching to kiss the
poisoned lips of midnight?
for in your quivering verses of unrequited stars,
I taste lavender in tender musings,
I feel the liquid warmth of 4 a.m. thoughts,
I hear the flow of forsaken dreams
amidst this sky-cradled prison,
caging my silenced skin
from breathing beyond twigs of thorns,
suffocating me with inked love
and unbreakable longing,
the moon still knows
I cannot live
if I were to rise every dawn without
the mellifluous m u s i c
of twin flames
caressing the cashmere air
in soulful resonance,
as if there is no escape from destined darkness,
when love is a feathered fern in the weary wilderness,
painting a panorama of fractured fairytales
from fervent fingertips
of how, once upon a spring luna,
we built an amethyst-dusted home
and called it "l i f e"
whilst karma crippled the claws of time,
and still, your name I wear…
perhaps, one day,
I will be more than
a chained bride to misery and loneliness
married to ghosts of willows and oaks
crowned with cues of confusion
draped in mellow memories~
like a tree-mannequin awaiting
the truth of twilight, forever yours...
Fleeting into the ebon night,
a million fairytales tremble at us.
Never cursed or full of deep blight.
I embrace you, you hold me tight.
For our love loses not insight.
Sounds of swift ivory doves cry out.
They know how our love does outshine
with flickering light.
Descending onto my grateful knees,
I knew the pain of loss and pain you carried with ease.
Black Ravens plague this existence.
Saturated in loneliness were you,
yet you stay with me.
I faced before you attains,
longing for my hopelessness to cease.
I sense your essence in the breeze.
Weeping in the forsaken land,
for I am but a man craving to be near you.
Sweetheart you are my perpetual connection!
For all of eternity my desolated heart remains,
bound by love and affection.
The wind blows and gusts prevail,
intense obscurity of the calamity.
As the tempest rages in warm rains.
your genuine affection sustains.
A million fairytales tremble at us.
My alleviation found in perfection
and...
I shall feel this pure affection,
weeping in the forsaken land.
Or you my beloved, eternally bound by love and affection,
fleeting into the ebon night.
Written September 7th for Lu’s Poem Switcher-Roo contest.
If you don't want me,
Then quit wasting your time,
I'm not your plaything,
Better yet, quit wasting mine.
I hate the way you make me feel,
I hate the way you make this so real,
Why can't we just live in a fairy tale.
Rumpel Still's kin are a strange lot
With names not easily forgot
But he was kept asleep
By his cousin, the creep
Moonshine Still was the guilty sot
Rumpel had walked deep in the wood
Where Moon was with bros in the hood
Distilling white lightning
The scene was frightning
They drugged Rumpel more than they should
Moon left him leaning 'gainst a tree
Rump's whereabouts, a mystery
By now you realize
I have mixed up two guys
Rip Van Winkle's and Rump's his'try
Rip slept for years in the Catskills
Rump drugged for finding Moon's stills
Rip was greedy for gold
Rump was growing tree mold
Twisted fairytales of ill will
hmmmm oh wait... that's still twisted!!
And from the rain I shall emerge
though drenched in pain and scarred by love
For nothing solely worth the wait
is easy,, we must rise above
And what’s a little sorrow now
the other side of fairytales
Not just a carriage in the sun
at times, a walk on beds of nails
But oh, to seek its just reward
to reach the place where love is free
To know the one that you adore
is safe despite the costly fee
Goodbye to rain, bring clouds no more
for now the sun is here to stay
The fairytale of children’s prose
is here and proudly on display
And from the rain I shall emerge
I say when times are filled of tears
For knowing once the face of love
will serve to conquer all my fears
FRACTURED FAIRYTALE!
Chanced upon a book one day,
Bent, dog-eared, tattered and frayed,
Tale found within, read with a grin,
This fractured fairy tale,
Laughter did not fail......
Cinderella's real story,
Not such glory...
Ma woke up one fine morn,
"Cinders, Cinders!" Ma cried with such scorn.
"Cinders, you did what?
Cinders, you look such a grot!
Cinderella, are you on drugs?
What handsome prince gave you hugs?
Where is our pumpkin for tea?
Where's your pet mice, prithee?
Cinderella, Cinderella,
Where is this handsome fella?
Are you on drugs?
Handsome prince gave you hugs?
Did you forget the pill?
Why, you silly dill!!
Cinderella, Cinderella,
Listen to me, I'm your mother,
Not some fairy godmother!
What fairy godmother???
Cinderella, Cinderella.
What did you do with that handsome fella?"
Yes, that was the fractured fairytale,
Indeed, laughter did not fail.
She didn’t have a fairytale life
With happily ever afters
Or special tea parties
with looney Mad Hatters
She grew up imagining
Prince Charming on a white horse
She was a pretend Sleeping Beauty
who’s path took a different course
Drugs, gifts and deception
Trafficked for human pleasures
No high seas adventures
or searching for treasures
With the smell of sweat and beer
From the next working fellow
She held onto Snow White
and her favorite Cinderella
She wasn’t blond like Rapunzel
With that flowing long hair
Still that never deterred them
From touching her down there
He called her his Pocahontas
His slave of the prairie
Sure she was kinda pretty
But not someone he’d marry
Separation from her people
a heroine needle in her arm
It was the prison prick illusion
That held so much charm
She could escape to her castle
And let her shame drift away
Slip into pools of perfection
While white fairies would play
No one to rescue her
Her Prince Charming was a Snake
So she finally saved herself
By making her own escape
No more Fairytale deceptions
She now warns the girls she meets
“Stay away from pretend Princes
those Snakes run these streets.”
Native women are disproportionately victims of human trafficking.
Residential schools played a role in separating them from their own history, language and stories.
I used to believe in
fairytales
Happily Everafter and
Wedding Bells
Drifting on the ocean,
under open sails
Hearing the echoing
waves thru seashells
Feeling as if I'm on
Cloud Nine instead of
nails
Being royalty like Our
former, Princes of Wales"
Having a passion for LOVE,
that's tipping the scales
Yeah, I Used To Believe
In Fairytales
so far away, noone will no, across the fairytale river,into the snow,
flying so high, reaching for heaven, i met with the angels to get some blessing, I jumped from the clouds into the ocean, I rode on a heart that was never broken,
I swam threw the middle with the greatest whale, we jumped high in the sky and i never fell,
it was a world beyond our imagination, dreams that exist as our breath is taken, eyes of the soul that could see the world, our life is a treasure, and our heart is a pearl,
none of this really happen, as you can tell, but I'm known, as the kid, with the soul of a fairy tale.
People are constantly saying,
That their dreams will never come true.
I don’t think that they have ever experienced,
Something as magnificent as the moment,
That I am experiencing at this very second.
My heart continues to pound,
More than it has ever pounded in the past.
I can truly say,
That I have never felt this way about anyone,
In my entire life.
At this very moment,
I could probably care less,
About the fact that we are so far away.
Since you are always in my thoughts,
It seems like you are always right next to me.
I am officially able to say,
My dreams are coming true,
Right before my eyes.
I have always felt like I was stuck,
In a unescapable fairytale.
Dreams have become reality,
Right in front of me,
And it is taking me forever,
To soak it all in.
Carrying me in his arms
protecting me from harm
A knight in shining armor
Damsels in distress
I am no fairy princess
Melting my heart with flames of heated sorrow
As I watch her sweet tears, I tissue my eyes
Indeed, she is not the only one who cries
Assuring my precious...a brighter tomorrow
Explaining to her, a soul never dies
Patting her back with her head on my shoulder
Fairytales live, child...forever and ever
She will understand life more when she grows older
Brightening her face, from her eyes stormy weather
She had smiled a great smile, from the last thing I told her
Humpty Dumpty, will be put back together
*Telling Fairytales of She Who Wails
1-27-2020
Never one to embrace his or her secular world's, philosophies ¿
Having lived long enough viewing their mostly, end results: puddle of mud's
Everythings so blurry and everyones so fake and everybody's empty and everything
Is so messed up yet as in Aida; no, not all ? Skipping past the round about: California Chrome....
Baby's owner stood amid a heart's passion sonadoras; dreaming in Cinderella's colours got to love them
These mystic lullabies; choking on their rainbow skies; open up your eager eyes; destiny is calling you ? I too
Believe, in that these night stand visits, Mister Brightside: Less we forget as his King Herod once upon a time did
Giving praise as glory where they absolutely belong; "Our Holy Loving Heavenly, Father." There is no doubt amid my mind
Here at her vertigo this paradox twain their flesh and blood: Divinity, stepped up to intervene set aside what may have been ? Baby's, glass slipper.