Best Fantasychild Poems
By some perchance, if I should meet
The child I was, upon the street,
Would she tarry for what I have to say
Or from this stranger run away?
So much of her I now recall
But she knows not of me at all.
Would she wonder why I shed this tear,
My little self of yesteryear?
Would she let me take her hand in mine,
To solve the maze and walk the line?
There is so much she could learn from me,
This litle child that I used to be.
I'd like to show her where to turn,
Teach her the lessons she needs to learn
Give her a map to find her way,
This little child of yesterday.
Or should I simply set her free?
The little child that I used to be.
By: Joyce
Thou ceridwen
beautiful and most fair
seek thy knowledge
in the witches lair-
Keeper of wisdom
poetry and creed
magic moonlight
carrier of the ravens seed-
Creirwy, Morfan and Taliesin
blessed children that you are
gifts from the Gods
as fallen stars-
But my son Morfan
his fate so sad
to look upon his
countenance really bad-
A brew I made
for my dear son
so the people
my child they would not shun-
A year and a day
so long to make
but with my words
inclusion his heart
to take-
But my servant I sent
to watch over the brew
foolish mistake
for in doing this
of the potion he did take-
A rabbit he turned into
and I a greyhound
silently gave chase
without making a sound-
So he became a fish
and into the river he went
I an otter
his life now spent-
Foolish he turned into a bird
so I became a hawk
never getting weary
not saying a word-
Tired as he was
into a grain of corn
he became
he should have realized
he would never be the same-
For I in my wisdom
became a hen
eating the corn
in the sinners den-
Nine months later
a child was born
I weary and worn
but to him I could
not make myself kill
so I wrapped him in cloth
and threw him in the water
that maybe he might have a chance
at life still-
Found he was
and so lived he
to become the Poet
Taliesin virtuous and free
a great writer
he shall be known for
all eternity-
Awaken child to the summer feast
deceitful hearts to midnight's keeping
dreams born on tears given to the fragments
of eggshell youth which is as but a memory
born on the cause of righteousness
and wilderness fears-
We are but as ships crystallized in this
vast golden night of morning dreams lost
in the frailty of our own becoming-
White night encases the feast of butterfly
rapture, rivers of sin that emaciate our youth-
Can the child awaken in the garden of his aspirations?
Storms that break on the sea of remorse
The child becoming
so happy yet as he lay dying
because only then was he so close to God-
Infinite immortality-
When the demon walked in,
the child froze,
as he saw its hard eyes and mutilated skin,
and hatred that shows,
haunting images swam before his eyes,
lost souls begging, and he could hear their cries,
he drew a breath,
hoping to avoid death,
he had to force himself to breathe,
hoping the demon hadn’t seen his expression on his face,
he was part of the human race,
but merely an outcast, a disgrace,
he felt that God would not abandon him,
and he would be forgiven,
because if he had nothing else to lose,
then death, instantly is what he’d choose,
the demon turned to him,
he had never been so flustered,
the child looked distressed,
the demon depressed,
as it pointed to the door,
God has forgiven the child,
so in the demon’s house the child need be there no more.
One day a child was hurt
and of course he was to blame.
The kid would barely make it he
was beat so bad. There was talk
of vigilantes to scour the woods
until they found that lousy no-name,
that vicious little kid everybody wanted dead.
They cornered him so he didn't have
a chance. They roped and tied him
and beat him black and blue, though
he screamed he didn't do it. All his
anger and his rage came spilling out;
he was like a wounded animal waiting to be shot.
And then a stranger intervened,
a man with gentle eyes and sallow skin
who spoke soft, he was serene.
His voice made everybody calm and quiet.
He put his arms around the child and held
him close until he stopped his sobbing,
and then he said:
"Instead of beating him, show him
some compassion. With mercy
and forgiveness take this forsaken,
frightened soul into your hearts
and sing him a lullaby, a lullaby to
bring him from the depths of his
despair and make him whole."
The Vampire swept through The long night,
traveling underneath the unknown stars,
carrying thoughts of a demonic creature,
wondering if he could shake it loose.
The Vampire peered into the darkness,
seeing everything as crystal clear,
humans sleeping,
others living with fear.
The Vampire,
with that deep, steady composure,
rips through the night,
looking for flesh,
and starving out the light,
comes across a child in the field,
praying.
A startled cry brought the child to his feet,
The Vampire sprawled motionless at his feet,
demons overreacting,
as an Angel spreads her wings,
protecting the child,
as it hurled the Vampire forward through the cold night,
taking with it,
the awful thirst for blood,
and the darkness that nourishes the fright.
Values of honor
drives the dark knight to patrol evil.
The heavy thud of his boots
shakes the tall trees as a warning .
Knights anger roars into the night.
Calling to Evil one.
Coward show your true self now.
You can’t run forever.
The leaves on the trees trembled
as his words rumbled like a tornado.
Hostile threats rocketing
through the air igniting rage.
Tonight the battle ends
Onlookers fighting back the bile rising
from the pungent smell of hate.
Bones cracking and blood spurting
the two exchange powerful blows
Evil attempts to fight dirty
but Knight is on a mission
Evil will be paying for his sins.
His sword plunges deep
Evils vile blood pours to the ground.
Knight looks too heaven
He cries in a mournful howl
I did not ask for this burden
Everyone grows quiet
a young child approaches knight.
Beckons him to his knees
Like the gentle breeze of April
Thank you she whispers in his ear.
The great knight weakened
by the sweetness of the child .
Takes her in his arms.
Returns his eyes to the sky
Ok I understand why I must.