Child Fantasy Poems

The girl and her smile straddle the rainbow
neon hair the fluid cascades of northern lights
seafoam cloak the ripples outgrown by the shore
she adores the breeze...

Read More

I was a celebrated, professional psychic, offering glimpses of rosy future;
And helping people work through problems, like pink moon, come sooner.

I had learnt to talk...

Read More

At the age of five,
I started written at walls.
But I don't remember why I'm do that thing.
Everyday always makes me wonder.

And the times goes by.
And...

Read More

I was a bed and mattress tester, a dream job like that of a yellow moon.
I tested the comfort of beds, pillows, etc., for night...

Read More

There is a story in the wind
Of Mother Nature's son
And her retribution 
For the mad path that he'd begun.

Of all her creatures big and small,
Just...

Read More

Quote: Do you ever wonder why we build castles in the air?  Perhaps, it's to soften the blow of a harsh world that never...

Read More

Newspapers read and a grand dinner done, 
I put out a large lamp awake like Moon, 
And stretched into my bed wishing deep sleep, 
Some...

Read More

This man, a space technologist,
got tired of seeing everyday to his dismay,
the scarlet sun rise and the crimson sun set,
always felt that time tore away
life’s...

Read More

They stole my election,
Everybody knows I won,
But they’ll all  pay for it
When justice is really done.
I’m super rich said Trump,
Bur the money is all...

Read More

Alice was madder then the mad hatter,
and so she devised a plan:
to avoid white rabbits and any shifting land.
She warned herself to think and not...

Read More

“Let’s fly together
I’m the pilot; you’re the stewardess…”
Such is articulated by my special child!

Thus, we soar beyond clouds 
inside his wheelchair-turned space craft.

Devoid of wings,...

Read More

In whirlwinds of dreams, where silences dress in whispers,  
I urge you to steal from the night fine grains of darkness,  
To lay...

Read More

In your open palm, lay down celestial rivers for me,  
Where the earth ends in a deathless dream,  
From your gaze, as wide...

Read More

How I wished I had been granted to know,
The depth of the unused words, the hallucination of a happiness with purpose.
My labor, how much has...

Read More

THE CHILD

He was a little child with a broad smile
Dark black hair, wavy, like spun silk
A child but precocious
Very intelligent, aged ten I surmised
 
What...

Read More