Fairy poems help us learn about kindness, friendship, and other positive values in a fun and engaging way. These fairy poems are a way to share cultural heritage and traditional stories.
Fairies are known for their gentle nature. They are closely connected to nature. They care for plants, animals, and everything else.
Many fairy tales magically describe the beauty of nature. They usually cover moral and emotional lessons.
For kids, they provide a range of developmental benefits like language skills, cultural awareness, etc.
Fairy poems show that people face difficulties, but if they believe in themselves, they can overcome them. Let’s read some of these poems and enjoy them.
A Fairy Life
By Edna Sweet love
Nobody loves a fairy when’s he’s fifty
Nobody likes a fairy, old and grey;
And no one loves a bumboy when he’s sixty
Wanking in a toilet, fat and gay.
And when a fairy gets as old as seventy
He can’t get rough trade any more
And if he finally makes it through to eighty
His dilated **** will be very sore.
Fairy Charming Daisy.
Fairy charming daisy
Streaming in from the east
Fairy charming daisy
Where do you live in the east?
I guess you came from the pixies
Those who dwell in the village of the beauties
Who dance in the night
And feast in the morning light
Under the babbling brooks
Reading love stories from fairy books.
Hey! You are now doing your bewitching smile?
Fairy charming daisy
How beautifully you smile.
Fairy charming daisy
I love you so!
You smile well because
You have been born so to do
And brought forth to please the sun
But hold up your face
And I will kiss you true.
Dance Fairy, Fairy Bright
By Adam Latham
Dance fairy, fairy bright,
What a truly happy sight,
Let those tiny feet away
To a place of fun and play.
Make your wings of silver hue
Take you to the lily zoo,
To the courts of croaking kings,
Where the handsome Frog Prince sings.
Dance dance fairy, fairy bright
Skip across the clouds so light,
Jump as far as skyward can,
Higher higher little man.
Glide upon the rush of air
With the birds that fly up there,
And when all the playing’s done
Take those wings and fly back home.
A Fairy Song Poem
By William Shakespeare
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 Weaver and the Underlings
She weaves the flying tones of Linden-trees
Strong and true, through spindle-woods.
Earthlings, doomed to roam the undergrounds,
Grasp, by light of hollow-stars, at the spring of
The Faerie-sound.
Up and up and up they flee, by twigs of leaves
On dancing feet, up through birch and evergreen
Where hill-top grass lay glistening,
And the shadowed moon has laid her fate,
For them to dance through Elven-gates.
Pan’s Flute
Enchantments coiled around my wrists
And over the field I hastened,
Through thistle-spun trees and lily-woods
But, alas, my feet began a’dancin’.
Through umbrella-leaves and parsley-blooms
I twirled in fields of goldenrod,
To pipes unseen and larks unheard.
And Pan himself must have laughed,
For he had caught me in his Faerie trance.
The Fairy Prince
I couldn’t believe the singing was real
But I followed it into the murky trees.
My shoes became heavy with reindeer-moss
And I abandoned them in the woolly blooms.
The ravens chased my heart and I
Traced their wings by shadow-moons.
But the path was laid with heather and I
Walked steadfast forth until I heard a brooding tone:
“You are dark and I am light, so keep away
From the night!”
He spun his words around my wrists
And challenged me to sing along
Fading the world until it grew old and thick.
It was then that I saw the ring,
A wreath of grass around my feet
And I made to leave, but he
Said that I was forever his.
“When I Meet A Fairy.
I watched the lake from my window
And saw the raven plunging like a dart,
A feathered beast with golden beak,
(Or a black-sailed ship with a raven’s heart?)
His eyes were set upon his quest,
All beady-nights and glowing,
He drew his wings to his chest,
And stretched his claws like pointy oars
And I saw, to my utter astonishment,
That his treacherous body was growing!
With spear in hand, he landed swift
On human feet on the faring shore
“Stay your wings, enemy ship!”
He uttered from his raven lips.
I stared and stared into the mist,
But could not spot a single ship
But white-winged gulls and sitting ducks.
Then the Raven-boy looked up at me
And I could see that his mouth was still a beak,
He lifted his cape, black as thorns,
And raised his feathers, like arrow-reeds,
And became the lantern-eyed raven once more,
Ripping through clouds, silver-lined by the star-sheen
“Bear my away!”
The Faerie Years
A Lilac Garden bright with snow
where Evergreens and Lilies grow
All pink and white with blossoms sweet
A trysting-place where fairies meet
In Springtime days and summer noons
A lovely scent of rich perfumes
And beds of cloves like little gems
Dancing sweet with Pixie friends
The Light a ‘shines through cherry trees
Singing leaves like symphonies
Humming birds in every nook
Mermaids bathe in laughing brooks
So blue and still the summer skies
Dotted cream with butterflies
And wayside flower’s rainbow gowns
Bejeweling summer’s youthful crown
Sheen of lace in spider’s web
Amber pales and summer sets
Tanning quick what used to be fair
Pouring thick like river’s hair
Days of June are growing old
August fades and Autumn’s bold
Audacious wind robs the warmth
And kisses the garden with lips of cold
Dawn’s Light springs on darkness’ fear
By secrets kept it solemnly swears
To ferry hope to safer ports
Where rests are long and nights are short
Under a’ many different skies
With childhood a’ light in my eyes
The spirit of that dear old place
Still holds such beauty
And gives such grace
AIRY TOWN CAROLYN WELLS
In Fairy Town, in Fairy Town,
Where Fairy folk go up and down,
Where Fairy children, wee and gay,
Frisk and romp in Fairy play,
Every day’s a holiday!
And every night is sweeter still,
For when, behind the Fairy hill
The tiny Fairy sun goes down,
It’s sleepy time in Fairy Town!
Sleepy time in Fairy Town!
Sleep, sleep–sleep–
While the stars of Fairy Town
Safe watch keep.
All the Fairy babies, so,
Off to Dreamland softly go–
Sleep–sleep–sleep!
In Fairy Town, in Fairy Town,
Each baby in a moonlight gown,
Lies and dreams the livelong night.
Fairy babies are so white,
White and pink and wee and bright!
Petals of a rose a-curl
Make a Fairy baby girl;
Autumn leaves, all dear and brown,
Make the boys of Fairy Town!
Sleepy time in Fairy Town!
Sleep, sleep–sleep–
While the stars of Fairy Town
Safe watch keep.
Like the Fairy babies, go
Off to Dreamland, softly, so–
Sleep–sleep–sleep!
This is all about the fairy poems.