Child Word Play Poems

I tremble before you, my vying emotion
I thought I could be loved with complying emotion

My mirror used to love my sight
there is no more of...

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Dear Poet Soup..
A request, dare I ask,
Could you withdraw
Mysterious mask?

As if in Oz 
I feel I am
But hope your wizardry
No sham

For I request 
A feature...

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The name 
mistakenly saintly, 
the other one 
a rite-of-life, 
a gauche passage 
for some, for most
the contract costly,
imprints its meaning 
post firey baptismal dive
to rise...

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Honey-Child That Sweet-Spun Gift, You Don't Want To Miss

She cried, "Please write a sonnet that bites my butt"
Dear poet, I give you whiskey, my mouth...

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"Dandylion" 

The guy was a 
Dandylion 
there was 
no denying it

full of promises
and making wishes
residing over 
this new world

poetically 
speaking, he
shone like 
the Sun

he sat...

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The sun tugs young hours, 
Wrings the day. Flowers spring,
     Pupils play,
Waitlessness on one youngling. 

Longing eyes cashed the calendar, ...

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Making my way from dot to dot
A squirrel, a bunny, a kangaroo
Interested in seeing what I’ve got?
I won’t know until it’s through.

A squirrel, a bunny,...

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I was just a parasite
A filthy clothed sinner
Now I'm a new Child in Christ,  a winner 
Been redeemed by the blood of the Lamb
God's...

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I tried to take Spanish once 
I was miserable.
I wanted subject verb predicate

I tried to take Spanish again
This time I was paying for it
High school...

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I can picture my soul, I really can
It is tiny and round
And it doesn't make a sound
It lives in my heart
And it is very smart
When...

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I
 What immortal hand or eye
Could frame mysteries in the sky!

II
When the world is too much with us
 He sends visions, Ramanujans, Christ

III
 Shakespeare had...

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To your place, pass negative noon. 
As the moon drifts over the loss...
images of a different life swimming.
In the depths of the ones fevered past.
Catching...

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Surmounting imprisoning boundaries

     my special child freely wheels himself 

          prevailing over...

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I know a boy named Willy Wolly Way
Parties all night and sleeps all day.
He is a boozer. He is a shmoozer.
Like a tomcat,he must stray.
He...

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"The looking glass"

Look closely and what do you see? A hopeless addict with hollow eyes, no emotion on their face. A shadow of their former...

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