Childhood Poems
#childhood
Poems about childhood memories. A range of happy and painful recollections of childhood, upbringing and family, on the journey from birth to adolescence.
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Elizabelle the becoming
you finally told the men I've been spread thin
your rejection stings Lu, Lu I'm not a child anymore
and neither are you
a man of the heavens and the worlds
I need my logical Son
not the one bent on tragedy for me
where I burn on a cross and in the end the vampires are set ablaze too
because one of my visions frightened you
you lit us on fire and code locked the door
and took off in space craft
it took forever for Daddy to heal my scars
but I'm glad you finally felt guilty and told Him
despite both of your...
your rejection stings Lu, Lu I'm not a child anymore
and neither are you
a man of the heavens and the worlds
I need my logical Son
not the one bent on tragedy for me
where I burn on a cross and in the end the vampires are set ablaze too
because one of my visions frightened you
you lit us on fire and code locked the door
and took off in space craft
it took forever for Daddy to heal my scars
but I'm glad you finally felt guilty and told Him
despite both of your...
#childhood
#love
#women
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Daddy
I suspect that's what you want from me
stillness and resigned wait for your gaze
or the sound of your sinister breathing
when you're watching football on Sunday
when you fill your mouth with dirty yellow
irremovable, irremediable, intravenous
when you slowly remove the bottle cap
when you unpack bags of savory snacks
methodically, morbidly, histologically
you prepare and serve some sweet life
and so we listen to everything you do calmly
and so you feed me from everything you do
and so I digest everything you bring home ...
stillness and resigned wait for your gaze
or the sound of your sinister breathing
when you're watching football on Sunday
when you fill your mouth with dirty yellow
irremovable, irremediable, intravenous
when you slowly remove the bottle cap
when you unpack bags of savory snacks
methodically, morbidly, histologically
you prepare and serve some sweet life
and so we listen to everything you do calmly
and so you feed me from everything you do
and so I digest everything you bring home ...
#anxiety
#childhood
#father
#fatherhood
#FathersDay
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True Story
True Story
#childhood
#school
#funny
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Tag
Warm summer's day
Outdoors with friends
Play tag, I'm it
Run through gardens
Cobblestone paths
Too young to sit
Carrying weight
Thrill of the chase
Trying my wit
Cut through the grass
Not watching where
Into black pit
Water above
Sunlight fading
Dark walls unlit
Glee to panic
Thrashing around
Life might acquit
Fear's encounter
My second time
Not yet close-knit
Breathing water
Not really
Choking a bit
Hands from heaven
Pull...
Outdoors with friends
Play tag, I'm it
Run through gardens
Cobblestone paths
Too young to sit
Carrying weight
Thrill of the chase
Trying my wit
Cut through the grass
Not watching where
Into black pit
Water above
Sunlight fading
Dark walls unlit
Glee to panic
Thrashing around
Life might acquit
Fear's encounter
My second time
Not yet close-knit
Breathing water
Not really
Choking a bit
Hands from heaven
Pull...
#anxiety
#childhood
#death
#fear
#NaPoWriMo2024
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Glad
And if that day done came my kids don't fuck with me?..
I'm glad
Cause who the fuck am I ?
gone call myself trying to be a dad?
Done fought against abortions,
ain't ask if they wanted be here,
and never did I consider that without them meant the mirror
My kids without the me, that's unseen, but that's the real
And if they really was my end, then what the fuck I'm doing here?
I'm glad
Cause who the fuck am I ?
gone call myself trying to be a dad?
Done fought against abortions,
ain't ask if they wanted be here,
and never did I consider that without them meant the mirror
My kids without the me, that's unseen, but that's the real
And if they really was my end, then what the fuck I'm doing here?
#childhood
#loneliness
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The Looking Glass
I walk a familiar hall, to a claustrophobic velvet room
There she hangs upon a nail, and nothing else
The space is dark, but blurred outlines escape
She must hold bookshelves of memories
And pictures of the past
This antique looking glass
I dare not ask for a previous snapshot of myself.
.. I told her not to
Can’t you see her standing there?
A jailed little girl separated by nothing but a fragile frame
I don’t know her name
But I seem to mimic her
Or is she mimicking me?
A border of reality and reminiscence...
There she hangs upon a nail, and nothing else
The space is dark, but blurred outlines escape
She must hold bookshelves of memories
And pictures of the past
This antique looking glass
I dare not ask for a previous snapshot of myself.
.. I told her not to
Can’t you see her standing there?
A jailed little girl separated by nothing but a fragile frame
I don’t know her name
But I seem to mimic her
Or is she mimicking me?
A border of reality and reminiscence...
#childhood
#mirror
#SelfReflection
#denial
#NaPoWriMo2024
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OSO
Even without a poetry site
I'll forever and a day
Continue to write out my rites
And fight my demons
One night at a time
Using insight and foresight
As a tandem to right this warring ship
Cast about turbulent waters
Pledging to become the light borne within
To help guide me back to steady shores
Remembering how bright the sun
Really does shines
Exposing the blight of the soul
Where I take flight
Within the contained knowledge of this self
Tempered with a sage's wisdom
Ascending new hieghts
Running freely...
I'll forever and a day
Continue to write out my rites
And fight my demons
One night at a time
Using insight and foresight
As a tandem to right this warring ship
Cast about turbulent waters
Pledging to become the light borne within
To help guide me back to steady shores
Remembering how bright the sun
Really does shines
Exposing the blight of the soul
Where I take flight
Within the contained knowledge of this self
Tempered with a sage's wisdom
Ascending new hieghts
Running freely...
#childhood
#inspirational
#uplifting
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Sudden
Sixth graders watching the Guiness Book of World Records'
longest conga line of dogs
because it's five minutes before dismissal on a Friday
and why not?
Two simultaneous responses
one from a girl
one from a boy
"Aww, it's a puppy choo choo train!"
"Yeah, they's doin' it doggie style"
Cusp of twelve:
the hold of innocence tenuous
against gale force winds
longest conga line of dogs
because it's five minutes before dismissal on a Friday
and why not?
Two simultaneous responses
one from a girl
one from a boy
"Aww, it's a puppy choo choo train!"
"Yeah, they's doin' it doggie style"
Cusp of twelve:
the hold of innocence tenuous
against gale force winds
#childhood
#school
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Just once, and then we can forget.
Do you remember me?
Have you noticed I've gone?
Is my room cold and empty?
Have you checked?
I know I'm not what you dreamed of.
But I break my skin each day,
hoping you'll ask me to stay.
I try to say its mutual,
but when I'm sick and alone,
your number is the only one in my phone.
I'm not what you wanted,
but I hope one day you'll be okay with that.
Be okay with me.
'Cause I've tried to change for you.
I've tasted silence,
with its quiet flavor of obedience.
I am tired now.
My...
Have you noticed I've gone?
Is my room cold and empty?
Have you checked?
I know I'm not what you dreamed of.
But I break my skin each day,
hoping you'll ask me to stay.
I try to say its mutual,
but when I'm sick and alone,
your number is the only one in my phone.
I'm not what you wanted,
but I hope one day you'll be okay with that.
Be okay with me.
'Cause I've tried to change for you.
I've tasted silence,
with its quiet flavor of obedience.
I am tired now.
My...
#mother
#childhood
#abuse #IMissYou
#abuse #IMissYou
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Hymn to the Maiden
There are fields in the mind
endless fields stained in gold
where I’d lay in the harvest,
stalks erect beneath the sun
listening to the gentle chatter
of seeds shivering in their husks.
Anglia grew wheat, and hops
and rapeseed. Settlements
built on boggy fens and
Roman rule
and so I’d lay gazing at the sky
dreaming of coins and rings
and treasures laying dormant
inches below the soil, thinking ...
endless fields stained in gold
where I’d lay in the harvest,
stalks erect beneath the sun
listening to the gentle chatter
of seeds shivering in their husks.
Anglia grew wheat, and hops
and rapeseed. Settlements
built on boggy fens and
Roman rule
and so I’d lay gazing at the sky
dreaming of coins and rings
and treasures laying dormant
inches below the soil, thinking ...
#teens
#childhood
#pagan #Britain
#pagan #Britain
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A Cicada's Song
Cicada summer nights, sing me your tune
Backyard tents with friends in the mid of June
Christmas lights wrapped around the walnut trees
Amidst Missouri heat, sweat without breeze
Why did we all need to grow up so soon?
Roasting marshmallows with Mom 'till they bloom
Close laughter together, touching the moon
When hours felt like hours, nothing more to seize
Cicada summer nights
Fire's embers, dancing canvas shadows loom
Fading to dreams beside Dad's guitar tune
Looking back, good times can be such a tease
Early days come...
Backyard tents with friends in the mid of June
Christmas lights wrapped around the walnut trees
Amidst Missouri heat, sweat without breeze
Why did we all need to grow up so soon?
Roasting marshmallows with Mom 'till they bloom
Close laughter together, touching the moon
When hours felt like hours, nothing more to seize
Cicada summer nights
Fire's embers, dancing canvas shadows loom
Fading to dreams beside Dad's guitar tune
Looking back, good times can be such a tease
Early days come...
#childhood
#family
#summer
#memories
#NaPoWriMo2024
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Embracing The Aquatic - Heat 4
Summer, Saturday morning
hundreds of swimsuited kids
descend on their neighborhood,
or foes,
cabana club
and thus begins
the weekly swim meet.
Commencing with
brief warm up practice
followed by a long, tedious wait
for one's racing heat.
When at our home pool competing,
We'd spread our beach towels
on the grassy hill
overlooking the contest.
Biding our time
sunbathing, clowning around, and eating.
Mom brought chocolate covered donut sticks and boxes of strawberry Jello…our fingers and lips dyed...
hundreds of swimsuited kids
descend on their neighborhood,
or foes,
cabana club
and thus begins
the weekly swim meet.
Commencing with
brief warm up practice
followed by a long, tedious wait
for one's racing heat.
When at our home pool competing,
We'd spread our beach towels
on the grassy hill
overlooking the contest.
Biding our time
sunbathing, clowning around, and eating.
Mom brought chocolate covered donut sticks and boxes of strawberry Jello…our fingers and lips dyed...
#happiness
#childhood
#summer
#memories
#sports
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