Unicorn Poems
Here is a collection of unicorn poems. They are all copyrighted, but I would NEVER even dream of taking dredit for someone elses wonderful work! Now enjoy them, I did!
Unicorn
The Unicorn with the long white horn
Is beautiful and wild.
He gallops across the forest green
So quickly that he's seldom seen
Where Peacocks their blue feathers preen
And strawberries grow wild.
He flees the hunter and the hounds,
Upon black earth his white hoof pounds,
Over cold mountain streams he bounds
And comes to a meadow mild;
There, when he kneels to take his nap,
He lays his head in a lady's lap
As gently as a child.
--William Jay Smith
Riddle
In the middle of
the middle of
the middle
grows a horn!
It's a riddle of
a riddle of
a riddle--
Who is born
with a little white horse body?
a beard just like a goat?
a lion's tail--and hind legs
like a graceful antelope?
a horn that spirals upwards
from the middle of his head
(which begins in white and then turns black
and finally ends up in red)?
In the middle of
the middle of
his forehead grows a horn
And the answer
to the riddle is
a wondrous unicorn!
--Myra Cohn Livingston
The Paint Box
"Cobalt and umber and ultramarine,
Ivory black and emerald green--
What shall I paint to give pleasure to you?"
"Paint for me somebody utterly new."
"I have painted you tigers in crimson and white."
"The colors were good and you painted aright."
"I have painted the cook and a camel in blue
And a panther in purple." "You painted them true.
Now mix me a color that nobody knows,
And paint me a country where nobody goes.
And put in it people a little like you,
Watching a unicorn drinking the dew."
--E.V. Rieu
The Unicorn
While yet the Morning Star
Flamed in the sky
A unicorn went mincing by,
Whiter by far than blossom of the thorn:
His silver horn
Glittered as he danced and pranced
Silver-pale in the silver-pale morn.
The folk that saw him, ran away.
Where he went, so gay, so fleet,
Star-like lilies at his feet
Flowered all day,
Lilies, lilies in a throng,
And the wind made for him a song:
But he dared not stay
Over-long!
--Ella Young
Unicorn
All that lives of legendry,
Beauty, magic, mystery,
Gentleness and purity,
Dwells in me.
I no mate, no kin, have known;
None may claim me as his own;
One is one, and all alone,
It must be.
Through their weariness and woe
Men have sometimes seen me go,
Felt a wind from Eden blow
Suddenly:
Though they hunt with spear and horn,
Knowing life cannot be borne
If they have no unicorn--
I am free.
Though they kill, and weep to see
Beauty's symbol ended be--
One is one and lives in me
To eternity.
--Nicholas Stuart Gray
Starhorn
Run, Starhorn
Carry fire leaping from your starhorn
Pierce worlds
Cleft suns
Tangle clouds
Shatter time
With your flaming starhorn
Bring a wish, a maiden's wish
Head in lap
Eyes soft
Starhorn.
--Shirley Rousseau Murphy
Unicorn Love
Beautiful Unicorn,
I've loved thee since I was born.
For true and lovely is thy Alicorn
I wish you were mine,
Without you I'm not fine.
My love is strong and true,
My Unicorn I love you.
--Rebecca Lee Mohnen
The Land of the Unicorns
I awoke one morning,
to a land that was new.
Where the clouds were white,
and the sky a soft blue.
This land was strange,
there was nothing I knew.
So I sat there on the soft,
green moss,
and contemplated what to do.
But then,
out of the corner of my eye,
I saw a light shimmer.
The light came from the trees.
So pure, so beautiful,
but barely visible through
the thick leaves.
It was a pale pale white,
and sparkled like the dawn,
peeking up through the night.
Then, I saw,
what had caused the light.
It was a peaceful unicorn
walking gracefully through the
night.
At first I was frightened.
But then my fear was no more.
The unicorn came to talk to me
and made me awe all the more.
He said,"Dear child,
be not afraid.
Here in the Land of Unicorns
we do whatever you bade.
While here be peaceful and calm.
Let no troubles enter your mind.
You are welcome here."
I most humbly replied,
"Thank you kind sir,
I will do as you say,
now please,
let me get on your back.
Take me away."
He didn't reply,
only shook his head.
Then walked softly off
as I layed down on my soft
green bed.
--Jennifer
The Unicorn Dream
Every night I dream,
Silent footfalls in my sleep,
Flitting through the rising mist,
I see glimpses; brilliant white.
Dream eyes watch me search,
Still, noiseless figures in the trees,
They understand the need,
They know it's all in vain.
Countless times I've tried,
Just one glance would be enough,
An endless game,
The winner; no one knows.
I command, I ask, I plead,
Nothing seems to work,
He doesn't feel my want,
As the mists part yet again.
I give up and sit,
Tears coursing down my cheeks,
And he steps out, and I finally see
My life, my love, my timeless Unicorn.
--Suzy
Untitled
Passing
Sleak, slender
Smooth and swift
Moving behind the trees, and beyond
Shining glory, stopping briefly
Eyes like stars,
Blinks,
And moves on.
Shocked and still,
Tranquil-
The Unicorn
--Lindsey
In the Maiden's Lap
In the moonlit glade-
peace
A ray of light spotlights
the tranquil unicorn
Crimson roses woven into its
pearly, silken mane,
it stands,
sadness, solitude, and infinite wisdom
in its amethyst eyes
the delicate, silvery-white back
ripples
as it moves slowly,
gracefully,
across the glade
Its starlit, cloven hooves
strike the velvety grass
without a sound
The pearly white tail
swishes gently
back and forth
back and forth
Tears sparkling in its eyes,
it comes and lays down,
lying its head carefully
in the maiden's lap
Light radiates
and sparkles
on its horn
I weave my fingers
into his silken mane
Unicorns...
Unicorns.
--Anonymous
The Virgin and the Unicorn
The unicorn and I are one:
He also pauses in amaze
Before some maiden's magic gaze,
And while he wonders, is undone.
On some dear breast he slumbers deep
And Treason slays him in that sleep.
Just so have ended my Life's days;
So Love and my Lady lay me low.
My heart will not survive this blow.
--Unknown
Lion and the Unicorns
(based
on an old nursery rhyme dealing with the fight between England and Scotland)
The Lion and the Unicorn were fighting for the crown;
The Lion beat the Unicorn all around the town.
Some gave them white bread, some gave them brown;
Some gave them plum-cake and drummed them out out of town.
--Unknown
Title Ukknown
She soars pearly-white,
Safe upon wings of cloud.
A star flares magic upon her brow,
But her coat is dimmed;
Her horn is quenched.
Her wings fold away,
And she can no longer fly.
--Sarra Kyn
Unicorn
I searched for words to describe it,
I found that there were none.
I tried beauty and joyus,
but they didn't fit,
so then I tried, Unicorn.
This creature had beauty and grace,
but those words don't really describe it,
This creature as lovely as lace.
I thought of the name piece by piece,
the Uni stands for unique,
special, pretty, smart.
And what does the corn stand for?
I don't know,
It just rhymes with horn,
Thats all.
--Paige
Unicorn
Where have you gone.......
Have you fled from the madness
of this world?
Or are you hiding.......
waiting........
waiting to reclaim the joy
of running side by side
with your love?
Standing nobly,
eyes searching for his mate,
Lost to the aberration
of this world.
A single tear emerges
from his sorrowful eye.
He turns..........
Not looking back.
Not wanting to see.
With head bowed
he disappears.
--Diana Wilkins
The Unicorns
In mythical legend they stand alone,
The most majestic creatures I've ever known.
Never sighted they fly high above,
Full of passion, magic, grace and love.
A heart of silver, precious and pure,
No human can touch them, they can be sure.
For they have wings which whisk them away,
To a far secret land where only they stay.
A white mane embedded with tales,
Of fairies, adventures and heroic males.
Stories all entrusted to this marvellous creature,
Your thoughts and secrets it will never feature.
A horn which has more meaning than gold,
It could never be stolen, auctioned or sold.
For it is for the one and only unicorn,
Its magical gift given when born.
A unicorn's death happens every day,
From myths and legends we all stray.
Only in old and dusty books the animal's alive,
Without imagination it will not survive.
--Kirsty. L. McGinley
The Unicorn's Doubts
I wait...
Will I always be alone?
The last of my kind?
Are they all dead?
Dead and gone, I know.
I know...
Though I wish that it were not so
Now that none believe,
what now?
Do I hide away in secret?
Do I pine to death for my kin?
I grieve...
but what more can I do?
Hunted into near-extinction,
I,
the last of my people,
the last of the unicorns,
I feel so-
lost...
Magic could take me away,
to a world that would appreciate
my strange beauty;
but dare I go?
For the few that DO believe,
could I leave them?
I wait...
for answers...
for guidance...
I wait,
the last of my kind,
I wait.
alone.
--Dot Hutchison
The Last Unicorn
Soft tendrils of a silver mane,
Brilliant blue eyes, glistening like rain.
A touch of the softest of white,
A wonderous coat, shining so bright.
A spiraling horn, entwined with gold,
A gentle being that shall never grow old.
She prances within a moonlit glade,
Then among the tiny sprites she lay.
The purest of souls this being owns,
Always understands, never condones.
A heart so gentle, a love so strong,
She is one who will never go wrong.
A creature of hope, a heavenly sight,
This beast, this pure being of light.
She is the one with the golden horn,
She is the very last unicorn.
--Krista Knutson
Rest Peacefully
In the deep forest
Lying under the trees
Is the dragon who sits in grass up to his knees
Also there lies the fairy and dwarf and elf
All there to gaze upon her magnificent self
She lies in a patch of sunlight grass green
And around her, animals, they kreen
For she is all knowing, beautiful and wise
And kindness sparkles in the depths of her eyes
She is the Unicorn
Lovely and fair
And as the slight breeze blows it ruffles her hair
Her fellows of magic gathered beside her
And the fair young maiden to guide her
She shall conquer the darkness of all who defy her
And so the sun sets
And then the moonrise
And all is well
As stars shine in her eyes
--Kara
Dreams
The soft winds blow around the trees.
The soft moonlight aglow the land
Sets shadows all upon my hand.
And amber glow of twilight peace
Releases me into a place of sunshine bright
And of willow frights.
But for all the beauty of thy lands
Nothing more will dazel me
Then to see beyond the hills
Beyond the trees
Beyond the lakes and beyond the thorns
And look into thy eyes of a beautiful white unicorn.
With eyes a shutter and nearly faint
I feel no fear within this embrace.
The light grows bright and my fears grow dim.
To see the unicorn come prancing in.
Her main is twirled by the whispering winds
Her tail is feathered by glows a bright.
For step by step i hear no pound.
For feet so gracefully never touch the ground
The sun above the grassy plains
Sets glitters to the golden horn
And eyes of blue shine like stars.
The whisper of a horses neigh
Is more that of an angles play
No mortal hands shall embrace
The warmth and love
Of gods own grace
Her coat glows white
As that of a ghostly fright.
But no fear do I feel
In this time that fear is pale.
Closer and closer oh how she comes.
But oh how a touch would fail
Closer she comes and stops at my feet.
"Come my dear boy the time has come to meet your fate"
She whispers these words so softly to my ear.
And i rise to my feet as the words continue to repeat.
"Come my boy the time has come to meet your fate"
Oh how i wonder what does she mean.
Can this be real can this be true
Or is this a dream
A tear in her eyes falls to the ground
"I, am my dear that you had to drown
You were quite brave my boy
To show not a frown"
The unicorn looks down and gives me a smile.
"Come now the time grows near and we must leave"
Leave I say where to and why
For is my life over, am meant to die
No words answered but a smile af serene
Nothing to fear for the light has become dim
"Now hurry my friend for we must leave
Times for play are to be put to rest."
And side by side we leave the land
The land of the living the land of the dead
The land of the secret and untold dreads.
The soft winds blow around the trees.
The soft moonlight aglow the land
Sets shadows all upon my hand.
And amber glow of twilight peace
Releases me into a place of sunshine bright
And of willow frights.
--Nicole Walker
Winter Snow
The winter snow
Softly falls,
Its silent blanket
Covers all.
Hidden in the white
Many do not see,
The myth that
Forever will be.
A shining horse
With a singe horn,
With eyes of deep
Brown that look forlorne.
Mankind has forgotten
What legends are,
And a silent tear falls
Like a small star.
Alone is she,
The unicorn white,
Alone and afraid
Of everlasting night.
--Cerulean Skydragon
My Unicorn Friend
The raindrops had stopped falling on that cool summers' day,
The sun was thawing the clouds away.
When suddenly from behind the rainbow in a silvery haze,
I stared in awe; I couldn't help but gaze.
Something magnificent in gentle flight
Came drifting down like snow in the night.
Something magical with eyes shining bright,
With a sturdy horn, and a mane of pure white.
I gazed at this vision or was it a dream,
Was it a Unicorn, could it have been?
A mythical creature we've all heard of,
The creature of hope and true love.
Bringing some hope to my lonely heart,
Trying to mend the faith that had fallen apart.
I reached out to touch its beautiful face,
Longing to take it in a loving embrace.
The eyes of the Unicorn met mine for a moment in time,
The message was clear, this creature was mine.
To walk beside me on those long, lonely days,
To help me understand its magical ways.
I had found a friend, who would always be near,
In times of sorrow, loss and fear.
I carry this vision close to my heart,
My love for my Unicorn will never part.
It will walk beside me until the day,
That special someone comes my way.
Then my Unicorn and I will have to part,
The Unicorn will have to find another lonely heart.
Someone who needs a symbol of hope by their side,
Someone to chase away the evil tide.
Someone to bring back faith that is lost,
Someone to chase away the frost.
Unicorn, please never forget me,
When that raindrops stop falling,
And the sun thaws the clouds away,
Because my Unicorn, I might need you someday,
To chase sorrow and despair away.
--Brenda Vermeulen
Silver Swiftness
Silver swiftness,
Flies through the sky.
Silver shadow,
I watch you die.
Hidden from our mortal sight,
Only seen though dreams eye.
Wary and mindful,
Fear turns to shy.
Cool as the full moon's shine.
Majesty, magic, wisdom.
Fair as the new sun's dawn.
Where's your hidden kingdom?
Coat so soft and silky.
Silver with a heart of gold.
Wings of great magnitude.
Ageless, young and old.
Wings bold and graceful.
Feather's sharp and straight.
Great ans peaceful wind,
Calming breathe they create.
Hooves a deep night black.
Silent is their gait.
No less power do they lack.
Lead you on meet your fate.
Silver thorn atop your head.
It's desired in the hearts of all.
The key to your wisdom?
The key to your downfall.
Love for you,
Such have I.
Cherish, wish seek.
Search for where your lairs lie.
Warn you of your fate.
Save such a beloved life.
Stop the arrows to your heart,
Or the double-edged knife.
But what's done is done,
The past gone by.
You are there somewhere.
And still I search for where you lairs lie.
Or is all that is left,
Is one with no horn?
Diminished in wisdom,
Horse once Unicorn.
--Silver Dagger
Portrait of a Unicorn
It stands by the glintsening, sparkling pool
Pure white like snow, silken mane cascading
From fine arched crest, down velvety slender neck
The forlock drapes ‘round shining gold horn
Long and slender, a delicate spiral
Forelock rests near the eyes
Big, brown, and gentle
Set in the delicate, well- defined head
Arabian- like, high and proud
Slender fine muzzle
Wide nostrils, dished face
Ears picked and small
But just the right size, complementing the head
The creature paws sharp deer like slender hoof
On elegant legs
Powerful, swift, and strong
Propelling the body
Again like an Arab’s
Elegant, well- defined
Arched silken tail streaming behind like a flag
Pure white against green forest glade.
--Danielle Higgins
The Unicorn's Maiden
She waits, quiet and still
Holding golden bridle
In the emerald forest
Aware of the hidden archers
In the brush.
She waits, hands tired,
Wanting to leave, but lo!
A white beauty, with gold spiraled horn
Slender hooves, tossing mane.
She hesitates, pauses, feels sorry for
The beautiful white creature, then
Makes a decision to ignore the lore
Claiming unicorns were cruel.
She drops the bridle, jumps to her feet
Runs to the unicorn, leaps on its back
So gently, it lets her, then races into
The emerald forest
Away from the bewildered archers
In the brush.
The unicorn’s maiden and the unicorn go
To peaceful freedom
For both are no longer cultured sculptures
But wild beauty of legend told
The unicorn and its maiden.
--Danielle Higgins
Lone Unicorn
I watch the night sky and I wonder,
Shall it always be this way?
Am I destined to live in solitude?
The last of my kind,
I lie alone in the quiet meadow.
I stretch out slowly, wearily,
Listening to the chirping creatures of the earth.
My horn extends on the ground,
I lay my cheek on the dirt,
And a small tear rolls down in loneliness.
--Holly