Childhood Irony Poems

I was born in the odds, 
I lived through it,
dotted the lines on my path
I was born among hyenas, 
these scrambling to stiffen the last...

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Walking through the streets of downtown, I find there’s something—Or someone,
following my steps
like a nagging fly, always around the corner, just out of reach
Can’t seem...

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Archon of the west, whose spouse was the worldly Sophia
Who blindly abandoned his childhood lamb, to search for unseen light
Though the lamb could have showed...

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Cheated

Why does one child walk, 
another talk, 
while still yet another 
will say nothing
the rest of their life? 

How much loss can be endured?
How many...

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From bottled feed soon after birth 
To liquor in a lifetime’s mirth, 
To blest bottled water 
When at death breaths falter, 
Oh bottles rife till...

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She fades,
fades into oblivion.
Even in dayspring,
becomes a void.
She gets rid of her shades,
and gets dyed in black.

Tonight,
her eyes are tedious,
her physiognomy stark.
She no longer dreams,
and...

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Chink! One quarter in the machine ...
Crank! Crank! Crank!
Gumballs tumble ...
Plunk! ... I got one! ... Open the door.
Why was it always ...
Never the color...

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It's a freaking trip-thinking back to "way back when"
And realizing just how fast time truly does fly,
Year by year, seems to pass faster and faster
Friends...

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A hungry child awakens from restless sleep
With sad feelings running way down deep,
Wondering why she feels so hollow inside
Why the baby woke up last night...

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He was more than just an awkward child
That noone dared to understand 
He was the creator of many worlds
A protector & a friend 
He was...

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To say I'm excited about going to college is like saying Godzilla is big - you don't get the complete picture - you don't see...

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The hovering mother is never quite out of sight.
She hovers morning, midday, noon, and night
Darting from tree to tree, she’d fervently hide,
Or at the back...

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The babysitter's little boy bit me.
She suggested he was "jealous."
Jell-Os sounded good.
It seemed he got to be
something that I wasn't,
"the embodiment of Jell-Os,"
colorful and fun,
and...

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In my City 
When they say they will kill you 
It's prudent to do 
Believe them and keep the distance 
Because They really mean it...

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Dear CORONA :
   
It is sarcastic to say 
But need to obey 
Childhood deciplince 
Once again in life...

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