History Fantasy Poems

In the thicket forgotten of deeply anchored thoughts,
Where ideas nest, across time and tailored spaces,
There I stand, guardian of the undimmed realm, the archivist of...

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As if you were a bell chiming on the shores of oblivion,
A sweet murmur, yet dim, bathing in the cold waters of misunderstanding.
And the world,...

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Suburban resident pretense, a bleak uniformity.
I grew up among the repetitious homes,
isolated alienated, I wandered the conformity,
the endless square yards, the dull feckless syndrome.

Repugnant yet...

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With trembling heart, as an attempt I made 
To leap across, he woke up with a start, 
The sword fell from his lap with a...

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I was a red-violet, sunny morning person, usually up at the crack of dawn,
When orange light poured from the east, upon revival, dewy green lawns.

With...

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Spring, the mischievous libertine,
Has twitched from the chrysalis of dull realities,
Sneaking, slyly, among norms and tasteless thoughts,
A live torch in the old auditoriums where science...

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To be drawn into this enchanted journey
By birth and values, we place upon the earth. 
Resonating with all our youth and beauty 
The charm of...

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In the odyssey of my soul, I have sailed seas of uncharted destiny,
Embarked on the ship of time, under the flag of a stormy youth.
Six...

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You began to write the history of your life
With a kind of fear;
I know not why you are so great;
O, Helen, to me, you are...

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  The sky, aloof now
    midst turmoil beneath
  Faint inspiration 
    can she bequeath

  Denizens of...

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Under the vault of memory, where silences are dressed in echoes,
I beg you, let your memory dance among us, unbounded.
When I open your book, a...

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At the dawn of our relationship, I believed in unaltered sincerity,  
When skeptical voices foretold the end, I found stars of hope in my...

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She struts
from the pages of infamy 
Black bold and beautiful 
No straightening of her Afro 
She owns her gorgeous 

Forget “The man,”
She’s got things to...

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Under the heavy and ash-gray wing of the evening,
In the melancholic waltz of memories awakened in rains,
Through the night stretching its hand like an old...

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Oh, the poet sees you not just as a fleeting shadow that fades into horizons,
He falls in love as the sun in gold transfigures the...

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