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.
ThePoet632
Poem Published
1st Dec 2022 7:18am
1st Dec 2022 7:18am
The Innocent Spirit Of The Wild Forest
This morn i ghosted out into the woods
Seeking relief and a quite spot to brood
Still, was the sparrows in his nest sleeping
And the morning flower with dew dripping
But the forest was fast asleep, misty veiled
Like a mythic jungle, underwood smoke, sailed
Only a hoo and a cracking sound, i could sense
As if that morn, all the beings were in sylvan trance
Damp soil, the eath feels meek beneath my feet
A mythical vibe vibrates in the dead atmosphere
Those tall pine trees witnessed my childhood treat
In the forest we haunted, we...
Seeking relief and a quite spot to brood
Still, was the sparrows in his nest sleeping
And the morning flower with dew dripping
But the forest was fast asleep, misty veiled
Like a mythic jungle, underwood smoke, sailed
Only a hoo and a cracking sound, i could sense
As if that morn, all the beings were in sylvan trance
Damp soil, the eath feels meek beneath my feet
A mythical vibe vibrates in the dead atmosphere
Those tall pine trees witnessed my childhood treat
In the forest we haunted, we...
#childhood
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Styxian
Poem Published
30th Nov 2022 2:07am
30th Nov 2022 2:07am
Sacrificial Lambs
(This is a condensed excerpt from a longer story)
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...When we moved, during my tenth year, to Miami, I was as nervous as I was intrigued. An actual city. No more rural life. No more green mountains in summer, or snow covered ones in winter, that we would slide down on pieces of cardboard that we could hopefully find.
The day that we first drove in to Miami, my parents tried to warn me; Don't talk to any dark skinned people, just stay away. That's all that they would say about it. No reasonings...
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...When we moved, during my tenth year, to Miami, I was as nervous as I was intrigued. An actual city. No more rural life. No more green mountains in summer, or snow covered ones in winter, that we would slide down on pieces of cardboard that we could hopefully find.
The day that we first drove in to Miami, my parents tried to warn me; Don't talk to any dark skinned people, just stay away. That's all that they would say about it. No reasonings...
#childhood
#philosophical
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17 Comments
Pinkdreams
Poem Published
27th Nov 2022 5:06am
27th Nov 2022 5:06am
The Star Dream
The dream's setting
wasn't surprising
considering my Florida childhood
sand
blue sky
puffs of Cumulus clouds
Atlantic Ocean
a boy
maybe 10 years old
ran up to me
saying a star had fallen
excited
i followed him
planning to scoop it up with my shovel
into my little red pail
it would fit
because stars are small
with five points
or maybe i pictured six
since I was Jewish
we walked a ways
rounded a corner
and there before us
was a field of...
wasn't surprising
considering my Florida childhood
sand
blue sky
puffs of Cumulus clouds
Atlantic Ocean
a boy
maybe 10 years old
ran up to me
saying a star had fallen
excited
i followed him
planning to scoop it up with my shovel
into my little red pail
it would fit
because stars are small
with five points
or maybe i pictured six
since I was Jewish
we walked a ways
rounded a corner
and there before us
was a field of...
#childhood
#dreams
#universe
#beach
#stars
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7 Comments
BlueBeastGirl
Beasty
Beasty
Poem Published
26th Nov 2022 00:37am
26th Nov 2022 00:37am
a broken childs rage
I close my eyes and I can almost hear them
The links of choices that trail behind me
Rage born of innocence being broken
Some will always say I was born wrong
From the wrong family, wrong side of the highway
Incarnated from the screaming side of the soul pool
It's so heavy tonight the weight behind me
They're so damn heavy and I ache
I ache for the child I could have been
Dandelions grow in concrete cracks
Nature is undeniable and inevitable
And there will always be a fight in me
Because I will not let this define who I am
I'm...
The links of choices that trail behind me
Rage born of innocence being broken
Some will always say I was born wrong
From the wrong family, wrong side of the highway
Incarnated from the screaming side of the soul pool
It's so heavy tonight the weight behind me
They're so damn heavy and I ache
I ache for the child I could have been
Dandelions grow in concrete cracks
Nature is undeniable and inevitable
And there will always be a fight in me
Because I will not let this define who I am
I'm...
#grief
#rejection
#dark
#childhood
#bittersweet
63 reads
5 Comments
Nizana
Poem Published
21st Nov 2022 12:44pm
21st Nov 2022 12:44pm
Prince Charming
Each moment is the fruit of forty thousand years.”
Thomas Wolfe
As a child, I danced in front of
my antique trifold mirror, a gift from
my grandmother. Dancing naked,
I began to know myself and
imagined a prince charming
coming to my room unexpected.
(continued)
Thomas Wolfe
As a child, I danced in front of
my antique trifold mirror, a gift from
my grandmother. Dancing naked,
I began to know myself and
imagined a prince charming
coming to my room unexpected.
(continued)
#men
#childhood
#erotic
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4 Comments
LillyValleyPoems
Poem Published
20th Nov 2022 7:04am
20th Nov 2022 7:04am
Notebooks
Notebooks have former meanings
In this time; a notebook to me is reels bound by the paper I paste
My delusional thoughts on
Stuck between a lonely little girl’s lonesomeness and her never-ending unearthed freedom
Notebooks to you mean keyboards and mouse that can’t come any
Closer and screens that will never
Be brave, cry, or even sit with you while you die.
In this time; a notebook to me is reels bound by the paper I paste
My delusional thoughts on
Stuck between a lonely little girl’s lonesomeness and her never-ending unearthed freedom
Notebooks to you mean keyboards and mouse that can’t come any
Closer and screens that will never
Be brave, cry, or even sit with you while you die.
#childhood
#death
#aging
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LillyValleyPoems
Poem Published
19th Nov 2022 1:58am
19th Nov 2022 1:58am
White Diamonds and Cigarette Smoke
White diamonds and cigarette smoke
Millions of minuscule pieces of you
Inspire that oh so familiar burnt,
Penny coppery smell you taste,
That’s how you know you’ve been alive
White diamonds and cigarette smoke
Mostly right before you left for work
And after you came home, delicate vapor
Traveling around, hanging out in our 1970
White Thunderbird’s giant ash tray
White diamonds and cigarette smoke
Are how I refuse to notice your fast fake, Walk-walking dressed tight—to a T
White pants stressin’, profesh, and crispy ...
Millions of minuscule pieces of you
Inspire that oh so familiar burnt,
Penny coppery smell you taste,
That’s how you know you’ve been alive
White diamonds and cigarette smoke
Mostly right before you left for work
And after you came home, delicate vapor
Traveling around, hanging out in our 1970
White Thunderbird’s giant ash tray
White diamonds and cigarette smoke
Are how I refuse to notice your fast fake, Walk-walking dressed tight—to a T
White pants stressin’, profesh, and crispy ...
#mother
#childhood
#family
#memories
#separation
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BlueBeastGirl
Beasty
Beasty
Poem Published
17th Nov 2022 5:33am
17th Nov 2022 5:33am
rainbow tears
When you died
I had no one
I never wanted
The way you once
Looked... At me
To ever disappear
You told me once
With quiet seriousness
That our memories lived,
Breathed in pure existence
Behind the slight shimmer
That static behind our eyes
Press down and you'll see
The stars burst into existence
Over and over again
I'd rub my eyes raw
As the tears would fall
Memorized by the patterns
That my fingers would create
Walls, hands and through choking
I chased you... The memories
Of your hands...
I had no one
I never wanted
The way you once
Looked... At me
To ever disappear
You told me once
With quiet seriousness
That our memories lived,
Breathed in pure existence
Behind the slight shimmer
That static behind our eyes
Press down and you'll see
The stars burst into existence
Over and over again
I'd rub my eyes raw
As the tears would fall
Memorized by the patterns
That my fingers would create
Walls, hands and through choking
I chased you... The memories
Of your hands...
#love
#childhood
#death
#aging
#separation
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2 Comments
bcpoet
Lawrence
Lawrence
Poem Published
16th Nov 2022 8:46pm
16th Nov 2022 8:46pm
Reminiscing
long ago when at the start
of life, when I was born,
breathing with a beating heart
simplicity the norm...
the wonder of the morning light
the warmth of my mum's love
sparkling stars in sky at night
moonbeams from above
embraced by water's warm caress
pillows, blankets too
awed and thrilled by more or less
anything I could do...
wordless thoughts which came and went
like visions in a dream
feelings seeming heaven sent
flowing in a stream
of neverending days and nights
awake and too...
of life, when I was born,
breathing with a beating heart
simplicity the norm...
the wonder of the morning light
the warmth of my mum's love
sparkling stars in sky at night
moonbeams from above
embraced by water's warm caress
pillows, blankets too
awed and thrilled by more or less
anything I could do...
wordless thoughts which came and went
like visions in a dream
feelings seeming heaven sent
flowing in a stream
of neverending days and nights
awake and too...
#childhood
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Afterglow
Poem Published
9th Nov 2022 11:48pm
9th Nov 2022 11:48pm
Sandcastle
My Daddy’s castle was made of sand,
Didn’t build his house upon dry land.
And though this castle was his own,
It fell one day right through his hands.
I was given a crown of stone,
That proved this castle was my home.
And though it wasn’t made of gold,
It was fitting for my throne.
The land I came from then grew old,
As new legends start to unfold.
The tide then swept my castle away,
The way it rides can be so cold.
So now I’m bare amongst the day;
My crown...
Didn’t build his house upon dry land.
And though this castle was his own,
It fell one day right through his hands.
I was given a crown of stone,
That proved this castle was my home.
And though it wasn’t made of gold,
It was fitting for my throne.
The land I came from then grew old,
As new legends start to unfold.
The tide then swept my castle away,
The way it rides can be so cold.
So now I’m bare amongst the day;
My crown...
#father
#childhood
#environment
#TruthOfLife
#memories
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Wafflenose
Ellie
Ellie
Poem Published
30th Oct 2022 11:20pm
30th Oct 2022 11:20pm
Nightfall
Do not fear the dark
as I have done.
The sinking sun
and gathering shadows
don't mean any harm.
Although in my heart
I know sunrise will come
and that winters will end,
a blueprint on my brain
since before I made
conscious memories
associates nightfall
with trouble and fear.
For me, dark begets dark,
which is too hard to handle.
I'm beginning to realise
why I never wanted nights out
and preferred to stay in.
Still, there's nothing to fear;
the problem isn't...
as I have done.
The sinking sun
and gathering shadows
don't mean any harm.
Although in my heart
I know sunrise will come
and that winters will end,
a blueprint on my brain
since before I made
conscious memories
associates nightfall
with trouble and fear.
For me, dark begets dark,
which is too hard to handle.
I'm beginning to realise
why I never wanted nights out
and preferred to stay in.
Still, there's nothing to fear;
the problem isn't...
#dark
#childhood
#alcohol
#MentalHealth
#suffering
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9 Comments
oskar
Poem Published
30th Oct 2022 9:41am
30th Oct 2022 9:41am
father figures
father figures
I never knew my father well as he was not at home
I think it had something to do with other women
mother divorced him and said he was a butterfly.
I could not picture him as a colourful insect in the glade
instead, I made him into a swashbuckling hero.
A new man moved into our life, and I didn’t like him
he smelled of smoked sardines, telling me what to do.
I was ten years old and decided to leave home
with two apples and a boiled egg, I left slamming
the door behind me; the evening dark and cold
My mother’s friend...
I never knew my father well as he was not at home
I think it had something to do with other women
mother divorced him and said he was a butterfly.
I could not picture him as a colourful insect in the glade
instead, I made him into a swashbuckling hero.
A new man moved into our life, and I didn’t like him
he smelled of smoked sardines, telling me what to do.
I was ten years old and decided to leave home
with two apples and a boiled egg, I left slamming
the door behind me; the evening dark and cold
My mother’s friend...
#children
#childhood
#family
#daughter
#responsibility
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