Best Child Poems

I woke up that day with tears in my eyes,
after I heard about your father's demise.
Guess you've never understood,
the point of being his blood.

I remember when your mother left,
how he was totally bereft.
Ran off with the man next door,
not once did he call her a...

Continue reading...

I don't want to be your sister

I don't want to be your mother

I don't want to be your wife

nor your mistress or a lover

I want to be the child

you birth on a wombless night

Sucking on your needless thoughts

Playing hopscotch in your mind

Building castles in your...

Continue reading...

Sunlight rains upon my face
Cascading memories cloaked in mystery
Kissing my eyelids
Ancient teardrops glide down my cheeks
Warmth illuminating my hungry soul

A sense of calm
A pulsating ellipse emerges before me
I dive into the magenta abyss
Releasing my wounded heart from its cage
Fear resides
Primal vibrations guide me

Becoming one with...

Continue reading...

The old man sat with eyes closed, dozing in his chair
Until a little voice he heard say “Grandpa, are you there”.

He gazed upon a little boy while waking from his nap
Then reached down with a sweeping move and placed him in his lap

The child was...

Continue reading...

"HOLDING HIS HAND"

*The Voice*
God, can I hold your hand and follow you?

"God's voice"
My child, it is I who will walk with you! You walked down my path with and without faith. You took my protection to ease your pain. My shielded wings comfort you during...

Continue reading...

In a world full of unwelcome nightmares,
I recite dreams of poetry to the one who cares.

I'm pondering a perfect metaphor,
trying to portray my mum's devotion.
Thinking about what her heart adores,
releases a fountain of emotion.

I'm surrounded by perennial petals and poignant poetry,
yet unable to bloom words...

Continue reading...

If we don’t feel with our hearts, we don’t belong
If we don’t see as one, the world is wrong
Beyond the wars and the hate and the insanity
We are all connected as humanity
We are the child with cancer who still wears a smile
We are the kid...

Continue reading...

in the uncoloured tint of another everyday
amongst the spit polished waxed apples
tightly packed in burlap bags
they walked like minded
in their own burly wrap
oblivious to the irony
to their similarity 
of the markets round red fruit
unaware of the tragedy
the horror of events yet to come

it will rain...

Continue reading...

Dream

My mirrored reflection silently speaks

You honor me with your vulnerability
Your scars of life
Your unhealed wounds of betrayal

Dream journals tattoo your body
Your open arms of desire call to me

With eyes closed I sense
Whispers of your silky wings
Fluttering against smeared panes of glass
Separating us in the night

Your...

Continue reading...

a balloon
canary yellow
the sun on her leash



AP: 1st place, Honorable Mention 2020, Honorable Mention 2020

Submitted on June 26, 2020 for contest STRAND COMPLETELY NEW POETRY (1) sponsored by BRIAN STRAND  -  HONORABLE MENTION

POTD  -  June 26, 2020...

Continue reading...

"All Children Are Beautiful"

His heart of white,   deep shallow wells,   -yet beautiful
He smirks with a grin,  an ego that won't let me in' -he's beautiful
Bastard of beauty,   running ashes without a name
A face with no claim, a young...

Continue reading...

An old man
A Grumpy bitter old man
Bitter face
Red nose
Wrinkled beady eyes
Scruffy clothes his best attire

Life has not been kind
So his bitter words bite those around
He lived alone, inside his madness
Leave me be and go to hell
His favorite expressions

The phone rang one night late
This is the...

Continue reading...

Old man


he lived over there
in a house of dreams
		                               alone

	every day
	he fetched his mail


I woke...

Continue reading...

like visitors from outer space
they came with tears, and lined the sidewalk
long in face, and arms embracing
some (I have no inkling) who
they were or why they felt compelled to come 

dozens came with casseroles
a few with flowers, wads of tissues
tender words of helpless mutterings
many acts...

Continue reading...

Her trembling twilight 
dims with streaking purple tears
bruised by youthful years of bleeding pain
hurting but never hugged --
locked in the arms of atmosphere’s apathy
that smeared with fiendish fingers
a contusing plum palette
across any hope in her godforsaken horizon ~

this sorrowful songbird 
who sings with the shattered...

Continue reading...