Unicorn Poems
Here are poems about unicorns. Enjoy! If you want to contribute, feel free to
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A Unicorn is Magic / The Days of the Unicorn / A Faded Dream
A unicorn is magic,
I know that this is true.
If you disagree with me,
Then I disagree with you.
Some people know,
Everyone who hopes and dreams.
And dares to take a chance,
Knows the light a unicorn brings.
So those of you who know the truth,
I urge you to speak your mind.
That unicorns are magic,
That's something we all need to find.
by: Mariah Thomas
I remember when the unicorns
roved in herds through the meadow
behind the cabin, and how they would
lately pause, tilting their jewelled
horns to the falling sun as we shared
the tensions of private property
and the need to be alone.
Or as we walked along the beach
a solitary delicate beast
might follow on his soft paws
until we turned and spoke the words
to console him.
It seemed they were always near
ready to show their eyes and stare
us down, standing in their creamy
skins, pink tongues out
for our benevolence.
As if they knew that always beyond
and beyond the ladies were weaving them
into their spider looms.
I knew where they slept
and how the grass was bent
by their own wilderness
and I pitied them.
It was only yesterday, or seems
like only yesterday when we could
touch and turn and they came
perfectly real into our fictions.
But they moved on with the courtly sun
grazing peacefully beyond the story
horns lowering and lifting and
lowering.
I know this is scarcely credible now
as we cabin ourselves in cold
and the motions of panic
and our cells destroy each other
performing music and extinction
and the great dreams pass on
to the common good.
by: Phyllis Webb (1980)
As I fly off into the land of dreams,
I stop and watch the silky lake,
But when I start to walk away,
Something stops me from continuing my journey.
A faded image drinking the shiny blue water
It stops to look up at me.
At that moment, my thoughts clear away,
As a stare that the beautiful figure.
As the blurryness fades away,
I watch with amazement,
It's tail swaying back and forth with slow rhythm,
Admiring its long, graceful, outstretched body.
As if I was in a trance, I walk over to the still faded image,
Again, it looks up at me.
I look into its blue eyes,
I see its own world.
So small, so complicated,
I stare on, not able to move away.
As I extend my hand, ready to touch the image,
It gallops away.
At that moment, I return back into my own world,
Thinking of the beautiful faded image I saw.
I saw nothing... but a horse galloping away,
No, it had to be a dream.
Not willing to accept,
Thinking it was more than that.
As I look harder into my thoughts, I see,
Only a faded image of a girl and a unicorn.
by: Freda Auyeung
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