Fairy Poems

I'd Love To Be A Fairy's Child
by Robert Graves

Children born of fairy stock
Never need for shirt or frock,
Never want for food or fire,
Always get their heart's desire:
Jingle pockets full of gold,
Marry when they're seven years old.
Every fairy child may keep
Two strong ponies and ten sheep;
All have houses, each his own,
Built of brick or granite stone;
They live on cherries, they run wild
I'd love to be a fairy's child.

If You See A Fairy Ring.
Author Unknown

If you see a fairy ring
In a field of grass,
Very lightly step around,
Tip-Toe as you pass,
Last night Fairies frolicked there
And they're sleeping somewhere near.

If you see a tiny fairy
Lying fast asleep
Shut your eyes
And run away,
Do not stay to peek!
Do not tell
Or you'll break a fairy spell.

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~ I'm a Faerie ~

I breathe in air that is only as sweet as sugar.
My heart beats only for my passion (love)
My skin is a peaches n' cream combination
My tongue says only clean words
And, my ears hear just the same.

I wake up every morning and know...
that I am special.
I am beautiful, graceful, and perfect.

I am a faerie.

Fairy Bread

Come up here, O dusty feet!
     Here is fairy bread to eat.
Here in my retiring room,
Children, you may dine
On the golden smell of broom
     And the shade of pine;
And when you have eaten well,
Fairy stories hear and tell.

by Robert Louis Stevenson
From Child's Garden of Verses

In Fairyland

The fairy poet takes a sheet
Of moonbeam, silver white;
His ink is dew from daisies sweet,
His pen a point of light.

My love I know is fairer far
Than his, (though she is fair,)
And we should dwell where fairies are,
For I could praiser her there.

JOYCE KILMER

Fairy Land
by William Shakespeare. 1564–1616

Over hill, over dale,
Thorough bush, thorough brier,
Over park, over pale,
Thorough flood, thorough fire,
I do wander everywhere,
Swifter than the moon’s sphere;
And I serve the fairy queen,
To dew her orbs upon the green.
The cowslips tall her pensioners be:
In their gold coats spots you see;
Those be rubies, fairy favours,
In those freckles live their savours:
I must go seek some dewdrops here
And hang a pearl in every cowslip’s ear.

The Fairy Yard

Out in the fairy yard I see
faces smiling up at me;
Dainty faces free to roam
all about their garden home.

How I wish that I could go
down to where the river's flow
washes on the sparkling sand;
Hold a fairy in my hand;

Or into the deepest wood
(though I know I never should)
There to laugh with them and play
in the coolness of the day.

Oh a fairy song to sing,
Glide upon a tiny wing
underneath the moon and sun;
Fairy life is full of fun!

Fairies

Fairies gleaming
Sunlight streaming
Brightly through their hair

Faces glowing
Gently blowing
Sparkles in the air

Gaily dancing
Weightless prancing
Tiny feet so bare

Softly flitting
Lightly sitting
All without a care

I'd Love To Be A Fairy's Child by Robert Graves

I'd Love To Be A Fairy's Child
by Robert Graves