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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

Just an ode to childhood. Enjoy





Left in the cinders of broken dreams

Nothing is what it seems

As hope turned and fled

She followed where sorrow led.


In her darkest hour of need

Hope planted its fertile seed

Turned to a night of mystery

A tale throughout history.


All her dreams fulfilled

Despair was killed

But is all as it seems?

In the land of fairytales and dreams.


Sleeping beauty

Beautiful daughter born on magic's night

Mothers dearest wish within sight

Sister to fairies by the promise of gifts

But where scorn is led terror mists.


Thumb to needles quick tip

Slumbers unearthly grip

Broken by true loves kiss

All turns to bliss.


Enchantment lifted

On pleasure she drifted

So the tale winds to an end

No more demons of pretend.


Snow White

Innocent child of beauty

Accepted her fathers duty

Until death stole his breath

Pain followed death.


Sacrifice to vanities covetous fury

Fled from certain injury

Came upon witches wiles

Still dark magic could not defile.


For true love sought her heart

And lovers kiss she cannot part

An ending so sweet and dear

What is there to fear?



Snatched from babies cradle

Her name turned to fable

Slave to witches vengeful hate

In tower tall she awaits her fate.


Golden curls of sunlight

Lengthen and grow to a breath-taking sight

Ladder of hair awaits witches touch

The tug on her tresses is too much.


On silent night true loves tender sigh

Climbs great tower high

Born aloft on golden cord

Lady comes to lord.



Happily ever after

Imaginings foretold of a master crafter

Sweet lies of sugared fable

Dreams Of the beautiful and unable

Unknowing of harm

Candy coated dreams of charm

Once upon a time

Beautiful fiction none can define.











Submitted: April 09, 2007

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The poem itself isnt bad. I detest fairtales. The promise of fictious dreams is one thing they have in common. Another is that they always portray the the central female role as a helpless object, a trophy, incapable of any agency, and doomed to wait for their prince charming/knight in shinning armour. This is not the stuff of contemporary feminism.

Mon, April 9th, 2007 2:45pm


Thank you for your comment. You make an extremely valid point. The reason i wrote this poem however is that i in myslef have always connected fairytales with my childhood and the dreams of fantasy mysticism and of course prince charming they brought. For me this poem is an ode to innocnece lost and not a comment on feminisn.But your comment is appreciated

Mon, April 9th, 2007 9:57am

Adelaide Lawrence

I disagree with Zero... that was FABULOUS! five stars, definitly. The rhyming didn't seemed forced, but the rhythym was strong. It was lovely, and I think you chose the right women to write about! I think I might become a fan just because of this poem! Keep up the good work.

Mon, April 9th, 2007 4:28pm


Thank you so much I'm glad you liked it :)

Mon, April 9th, 2007 10:00am


that was AWESOME. wat the hell is zero saying? this is one of my favorite poems. i really liked how described each fairytale. amazing

Mon, April 9th, 2007 5:33pm


Wow thank you so much. And dont knock zero to much he is allowed his opinion. Thank you once again.

Mon, April 9th, 2007 10:35am

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