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.
SLYMBEKQUEEN
BLAZE-QUEEN
BLAZE-QUEEN
Poem Published
17th Jan 2025 10:58am
17th Jan 2025 10:58am
LEILA OH LEILA
#anger
#childhood
#dating
#death
#motherhood
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2 Comments
Anne-Ri999
Poem Published
14th Jan 2025 11:27am
14th Jan 2025 11:27am
Once upon a picture
from the mantlepiece
quivering questions
swirling soot soothes
chimney smoke signals
written by an old berber woman
lava levitates sanctum withered mouth
speaks storm like crawls
through a needles eye
one eyed truth
a fools journey
how wise are those
who have none
and twirling figures escaped
escalating science from silence
in a hazed compound
I saw my sister’s ballet slippers slip
she wants to be a ballerina
when she dances...
quivering questions
swirling soot soothes
chimney smoke signals
written by an old berber woman
lava levitates sanctum withered mouth
speaks storm like crawls
through a needles eye
one eyed truth
a fools journey
how wise are those
who have none
and twirling figures escaped
escalating science from silence
in a hazed compound
I saw my sister’s ballet slippers slip
she wants to be a ballerina
when she dances...
#childhood
#memories
73 reads
8 Comments
Fishmander
Poem Published
10th Jan 2025 5:38pm
10th Jan 2025 5:38pm
Make Believe
I fall asleep in a spiral
Fetal, lucid like a bad dream
I fumble in this recital
Locked in a self-destructive scheme
Renegade in ways which matter
On waves: a suicidal fiend
I can taste and still feel hunger
Obfuscate, torn enough to bleed
Hopscotch in this sunset divide
A cataclysm at the seams
A pop-up meadow override
Three-in-a-row my enemies
Wake me up from my fantasies
Lay me to rest as casualty.
Fetal, lucid like a bad dream
I fumble in this recital
Locked in a self-destructive scheme
Renegade in ways which matter
On waves: a suicidal fiend
I can taste and still feel hunger
Obfuscate, torn enough to bleed
Hopscotch in this sunset divide
A cataclysm at the seams
A pop-up meadow override
Three-in-a-row my enemies
Wake me up from my fantasies
Lay me to rest as casualty.
#childhood
#dark
#dreams #SelfReflection
#dreams #SelfReflection
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buddhakitty
Poem Published
10th Jan 2025 4:45am
10th Jan 2025 4:45am
when I was eight
my father courage started at
the neck of a bottle of vodka
and finished in its puck
I learned early in life that
what an alcohol fears most
is an empty well
he always said to me,
"Remember, you don't
have friends, only acquaintances.
you can't ever trust anyone."
RIGHT...
so I stopped trusting him
and life, although full of bullshit,
at times, has offered me enough
flowers to reap a garden or two
take that you drunken...
the neck of a bottle of vodka
and finished in its puck
I learned early in life that
what an alcohol fears most
is an empty well
he always said to me,
"Remember, you don't
have friends, only acquaintances.
you can't ever trust anyone."
RIGHT...
so I stopped trusting him
and life, although full of bullshit,
at times, has offered me enough
flowers to reap a garden or two
take that you drunken...
#childhood
#nostalgia
56 reads
2 Comments
Paulajobi
Paula Jobi
Paula Jobi
Bumped 8th Jan 2025 9:08pm
13th Dec 2024 9:38pm
13th Dec 2024 9:38pm
Fall Car Ride
#childhood
#orgasm
#sexy
222 reads
5 Comments
Paulajobi
Paula Jobi
Paula Jobi
Poem Published
8th Jan 2025 10:21am
8th Jan 2025 10:21am
Fire!
I slept and woke to pounding!
People outside screamed, "FIRE!"
We had no smoke detectors.
There were five of us in the house!!!
The smoke was thick.
Isn't that what usually kills people?
I was only 13. Mom was drunk.
The others...my siblings.
We had just moved in here.
Our Aunt had evicted us.
Jimmy was hiding in Florida.
We were dead broke!
Now we might be dead!
I don't remember the first fire...
When I was 2 months old.
Mom had left me alone.
Neighbors saved me.
Mom was...
People outside screamed, "FIRE!"
We had no smoke detectors.
There were five of us in the house!!!
The smoke was thick.
Isn't that what usually kills people?
I was only 13. Mom was drunk.
The others...my siblings.
We had just moved in here.
Our Aunt had evicted us.
Jimmy was hiding in Florida.
We were dead broke!
Now we might be dead!
I don't remember the first fire...
When I was 2 months old.
Mom had left me alone.
Neighbors saved me.
Mom was...
#childhood
#fire
57 reads
8 Comments
Lozzamus
Poem Published
6th Jan 2025 9:09am
6th Jan 2025 9:09am
Secrets - Disagreement
What's up?' Mel says as I make a start of the supper. 'Is it about that bloke downstairs offering to teach Robert the harmonica?'
She's chosen her moment well. Robert's in the shower. 'Well,' I say. 'You saw how he was with Freddy.'
'He was just intrigued, that's all.'
'Yeah, I know. But I'm his dad.'
'Yes, and you’re a good dad.'
'Really?'
'Course you are.'
'Look, he doesn't speak to me. He blanks me all the time.'
'Me too,' Mel says. 'Listen, I've been thinking about it a lot...
She's chosen her moment well. Robert's in the shower. 'Well,' I say. 'You saw how he was with Freddy.'
'He was just intrigued, that's all.'
'Yeah, I know. But I'm his dad.'
'Yes, and you’re a good dad.'
'Really?'
'Course you are.'
'Look, he doesn't speak to me. He blanks me all the time.'
'Me too,' Mel says. 'Listen, I've been thinking about it a lot...
#childhood
#family
#memories
56 reads
3 Comments
Koulouri
Poem Published
4th Jan 2025 3:25am
4th Jan 2025 3:25am
Silly Cube
I bought a new stress ball,
my therapist recommended it.
I like how firm it is.
How the edges
of the soft cube
press into my palm.
You thought it was cool.
I remember how your eyes lit up.
I let you borrow it for a while,
just a little while.
Maybe an hour
or two.
And you returned it,
just like you said you would.
But it's different now.
Your hands are bigger than mine.
Your grip like steel,
as it was forged in the fierce battle of life.
My hands are not like yours. ...
my therapist recommended it.
I like how firm it is.
How the edges
of the soft cube
press into my palm.
You thought it was cool.
I remember how your eyes lit up.
I let you borrow it for a while,
just a little while.
Maybe an hour
or two.
And you returned it,
just like you said you would.
But it's different now.
Your hands are bigger than mine.
Your grip like steel,
as it was forged in the fierce battle of life.
My hands are not like yours. ...
#abuse
#childhood
#friendship #LifeChangingMoment
#friendship #LifeChangingMoment
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3Y3S-THVT-S33
Electra
Electra
Poem Published
4th Jan 2025 2:53am
4th Jan 2025 2:53am
No Title.
That little girl's rotting corpse,
Still moans in my bones,
And no amount of makeup,
Could make her pretty again.
Still moans in my bones,
And no amount of makeup,
Could make her pretty again.
#childhood
#dark
#despair #grief
#despair #grief
83 reads
2 Comments
oldmanG
Poem Published
1st Jan 2025 4:59pm
1st Jan 2025 4:59pm
Growiin up in Mayfair
Growin up in Mayfair
Growin up in Mayfair…
Mom worked hard daddy didn’t care
got caught stealin shit from Food Fair
cops took me to moms door
wasn’t her favorite anymore…..
Growing up in Mayfair
had no one to show me
Had a daddy who was job free
was a latchkey kid….
And…did what I fuckin did…
All I had was between my two ears
kept swimming in my own fears
Growin up in Mayfair
Mom worked hard …and daddy didn’t care
Remember being lost in the hall….
On my first day at...
Growin up in Mayfair…
Mom worked hard daddy didn’t care
got caught stealin shit from Food Fair
cops took me to moms door
wasn’t her favorite anymore…..
Growing up in Mayfair
had no one to show me
Had a daddy who was job free
was a latchkey kid….
And…did what I fuckin did…
All I had was between my two ears
kept swimming in my own fears
Growin up in Mayfair
Mom worked hard …and daddy didn’t care
Remember being lost in the hall….
On my first day at...
#childhood
#dreams
#father
#mother
#music
48 reads
2 Comments
backdeckbenny
Poem Published
29th Dec 2024 6:45pm
29th Dec 2024 6:45pm
Unsullied
Yesterday.
I watched an infant seeing an overhead fan for the first time.
I could feel his innocence.
His amazement.
His observation without bias.
A consciousness but not yet a mind.
Devoid of conditioning.
Uncluttered, unfettered, un everything.
Joy without thought.
And I wondered.
Where did my wonder go?
My awe go?
Oh there it is.
In the Birdsong.
In the sound in a conch.
In the trees,the sky,the grasshopper.
It never left.
Just got covered by adulthood.
I watched an infant seeing an overhead fan for the first time.
I could feel his innocence.
His amazement.
His observation without bias.
A consciousness but not yet a mind.
Devoid of conditioning.
Uncluttered, unfettered, un everything.
Joy without thought.
And I wondered.
Where did my wonder go?
My awe go?
Oh there it is.
In the Birdsong.
In the sound in a conch.
In the trees,the sky,the grasshopper.
It never left.
Just got covered by adulthood.
#childhood
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0 Comments
Lilliputian
Poem Published
25th Dec 2024 9:48pm
25th Dec 2024 9:48pm
My Monster
When the dark hours rang,
I remained inside,
Locked away from the danger,
Breathing behind doors,
As my parents had warned
To be safe,
Embraced in my blanket, I slept.
While claws crept from beneath the bed,
Where my monster hid,
The one my parents had left,
To rest at ease.
I lay engulfed in my sheets,
Waiting for the promised tricks,
That carved out my nightmares.
I remained inside,
Locked away from the danger,
Breathing behind doors,
As my parents had warned
To be safe,
Embraced in my blanket, I slept.
While claws crept from beneath the bed,
Where my monster hid,
The one my parents had left,
To rest at ease.
I lay engulfed in my sheets,
Waiting for the promised tricks,
That carved out my nightmares.
#betrayal
#childhood
#fear #nightmares
#fear #nightmares
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