Best Crayons Poems

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...

Read more of this work...

In gratitude may we flourish…


I’m grateful for:

My coloring books and crayons
            The memories of...

Read more of this work...

                 


       ...

Read more of this work...

I played quietly sometimes
With crayons, books and pictures
Creating crafts that only a child
Could enjoy or imagine with 
Images of brilliant hues and hopes

I played silently...

Read more of this work...

adventure, growing up, hip hop, repetition, word play

A ONE STEP AT A TIME ©
Life is but a hopscotch path
Players vying for placement
Rules to follow aground
Tokens...

Read more of this work...

Their young strong-willed son,
ever resourceful,
has been given "time out" for bad behavior.
There is no noise coming from the room.
After two hours, 
the mother grows concerned.
Why...

Read more of this work...

I dyed my small world
In the colours of grief
I couldn’t find comfort
But I longed for relief

All my fabric was dark
I was shrouded in black
The weight...

Read more of this work...

In the absence of complication,
trials and tribulations become distant memories.
Above sapphire skies delight sanguine eyes -
inspiring forthcoming musings of the mind.

Words flow like rivers kissing...

Read more of this work...

the box of Crayola’s has fallen to the floor
like pick-up sticks they lay, crisscrossed
and I without a partner or a pair of jacks

rolled paper named...

Read more of this work...

My first crush seemed like a box of Crayons
Hot Magenta was tugging on her nylons

She dyed her hair like the Florida Sunrise
Her Cool And Crazy...

Read more of this work...

Mommy deemed the three-year-old me as an honour
Said that I should become a doctor
Stethoscope and thermometer are in her gift bag
To spark the zeal in...

Read more of this work...

I still reminisce when it was raining incessantly at 3:55 a.m. in the nascent ticks of time on a wistful wednesday. My skin felt the...

Read more of this work...

TWO STRANGERS IN LOVE AGAIN

Two strangers learned to fall in love again
Amidst long distance tumultuous air
It buds, blooming regardless distant strains

Healing hearts that before been...

Read more of this work...

I glanced out my window watchin' kids plod along to school today.
I recalled my school days and how things have changed along the way
I watched...

Read more of this work...

REINCARNATION THINKING?

Life is like a coloring book
with few or many pages
filled with complex 
outlined images.

We are given a box of crayons
and are asked to color...

Read more of this work...