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.
crimsin
Unveiling
Unveiling
Poem Published
27th Nov 2023 7:22pm
27th Nov 2023 7:22pm
Abba
neediness of soul it's always been so
a wild child of faith left alone
your voice I heard above all else
I didn't know I was lonely
because you were there
you filled the gap when I was little
there was no void
you witness my first steps
uttering step out Brenda
it will be okay if you fall
no one else was there to observe
to give me courage
my milestones went unnoticed by humanity
my baby book was yours to keep
you were my mother, father and creator
you wanted me for yourself
I didn't take to...
a wild child of faith left alone
your voice I heard above all else
I didn't know I was lonely
because you were there
you filled the gap when I was little
there was no void
you witness my first steps
uttering step out Brenda
it will be okay if you fall
no one else was there to observe
to give me courage
my milestones went unnoticed by humanity
my baby book was yours to keep
you were my mother, father and creator
you wanted me for yourself
I didn't take to...
#love
#mother
#father #childhood
#father #childhood
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wolfatthedoor1966
Poem Published
25th Nov 2023 11:27am
25th Nov 2023 11:27am
childhood memories (one of many)
this is a memory that takes me back to childhood again. one that reminds me of the family, the farmhouse i'm missing. to the southern ground my bare feet walked on, ran on. played on, lived on. those much simpler times of being so young, of feeling free.
remembering all the faces associated with these heartfelt thoughts, my mother, father, brothers and sister. they are all back there, alive and well, gathered together again. waking up together, spending time together.
the large backyard where the chickens, the goats were kept. the horses being in a barn across the...
remembering all the faces associated with these heartfelt thoughts, my mother, father, brothers and sister. they are all back there, alive and well, gathered together again. waking up together, spending time together.
the large backyard where the chickens, the goats were kept. the horses being in a barn across the...
#childhood
#family
#food
#memories
#responsibility
45 reads
6 Comments
ImperfectedStone
The Gardener
The Gardener
Poem Published
23rd Nov 2023 11:45pm
23rd Nov 2023 11:45pm
They call it grooming
#childhood
#abuse
#manipulation
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wolfatthedoor1966
Poem Published
21st Nov 2023 11:59pm
21st Nov 2023 11:59pm
the once younger me
the rain
has again
developed
its courage,
crossing
over the
once clean
sky,
finding
themselves
over
my yard,
when i
was younger,
a lot
younger,
i enjoyed
the rain,
the puddles,
getting soaked
to
the bones,
but now,
the years
have captured
me,
i am no
longer
that child
of youth,
i can
sit
at my
window
and watch
the rain,
the only
one capable
of going
outside,
to dance
in...
has again
developed
its courage,
crossing
over the
once clean
sky,
finding
themselves
over
my yard,
when i
was younger,
a lot
younger,
i enjoyed
the rain,
the puddles,
getting soaked
to
the bones,
but now,
the years
have captured
me,
i am no
longer
that child
of youth,
i can
sit
at my
window
and watch
the rain,
the only
one capable
of going
outside,
to dance
in...
#childhood
#clouds
#rain
#nature
#nostalgia
34 reads
2 Comments
Thor_Azine
Poem Published
21st Nov 2023 9:23pm
21st Nov 2023 9:23pm
Thrive
Razor blade moves across my skin
I’m bleeding sin
When it comes to harm I bought the farm
Here we go again
Cigarette burns are on my arms
Don’t be alarmed
I grew up in the school of pain
A father’s charm
Long sleeve shirts in the summer
Quite the bummer
To think I thought I loved that fuck
Could I be dumber
Being awkward in the school days
Meant hell to pay
Bullies are just like balloons
Pop them and they go away
Hey it’s all good cause I survived
Yup I’m still alive
Middle...
I’m bleeding sin
When it comes to harm I bought the farm
Here we go again
Cigarette burns are on my arms
Don’t be alarmed
I grew up in the school of pain
A father’s charm
Long sleeve shirts in the summer
Quite the bummer
To think I thought I loved that fuck
Could I be dumber
Being awkward in the school days
Meant hell to pay
Bullies are just like balloons
Pop them and they go away
Hey it’s all good cause I survived
Yup I’m still alive
Middle...
#childhood
#abuse
#bullying
78 reads
8 Comments
Cen
Rakhi Rudra
Rakhi Rudra
Poem Published
20th Nov 2023 12:25pm
20th Nov 2023 12:25pm
Dracula.
North Carolina.
Where the valley is green🟢
And cases cold🥶.
Where the valley is green🟢
And cases cold🥶.
#childhood
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cabcool
Poem Published
16th Nov 2023 7:33pm
16th Nov 2023 7:33pm
umbrella rain
No. 4 from The Children’s Collection]
“Rain never understands why people hide under their umbrellas!
Let us make a surprise to the rain by closing our umbrellas!”
–Mehmet Murat Ildan
i'm not afraid of walking in the rain,
although some folk may grumble and complain;
i like to feel rain rhythms on my face,
as shoulder to shoulder to earth they race.
my brother showed me how to drink the rain
by lolling out my tongue, and how to crane
my neck until my face was parallel
with where the...
“Rain never understands why people hide under their umbrellas!
Let us make a surprise to the rain by closing our umbrellas!”
–Mehmet Murat Ildan
i'm not afraid of walking in the rain,
although some folk may grumble and complain;
i like to feel rain rhythms on my face,
as shoulder to shoulder to earth they race.
my brother showed me how to drink the rain
by lolling out my tongue, and how to crane
my neck until my face was parallel
with where the...
#childhood
#sky
#rain
#water
#funny
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cabcool
Poem Published
15th Nov 2023 10:01pm
15th Nov 2023 10:01pm
kite flight
No. 3 from The Children’s Collection]
“True courage is like a kite; a contrary wind raises it higher.”
–Jean Antoine Petit–Sennpetit–Senn
kite time
is flight time,
as night time
is quiet time.
i'm looking for a big, fat breeze
to lift my kite above the trees,
for sitting here upon the earth
cannot reveal its true flight worth.
long tail
is strong tail,
but prong...
“True courage is like a kite; a contrary wind raises it higher.”
–Jean Antoine Petit–Sennpetit–Senn
kite time
is flight time,
as night time
is quiet time.
i'm looking for a big, fat breeze
to lift my kite above the trees,
for sitting here upon the earth
cannot reveal its true flight worth.
long tail
is strong tail,
but prong...
#childhood
#sky
#nature #ThrillSeeking
#nature #ThrillSeeking
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cabcool
Poem Published
15th Nov 2023 2:43am
15th Nov 2023 2:43am
mr sky
No. 1 from The Children’s Collection]
o mr sky,
perched there on high,
i wish that i
could learn to fly!
i’d come to you
to get a true,
amazing view
of close-up blue.
what makes a cloud
thunder so loud,
when in a crowd
cloud heads are bowed?
sir, will you please
tell them to cease;
...
o mr sky,
perched there on high,
i wish that i
could learn to fly!
i’d come to you
to get a true,
amazing view
of close-up blue.
what makes a cloud
thunder so loud,
when in a crowd
cloud heads are bowed?
sir, will you please
tell them to cease;
...
#children
#childhood
#sky
#nature
#Fanfiction
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Koulouri
Poem Published
13th Nov 2023 3:30pm
13th Nov 2023 3:30pm
The Wolf's Lament
Do you think the wolf cried when it caught you?
Do you think it sobbed for hours after it consumed your heart, feasted on your soul?
You ran so fast,
You must have been exhausted.
You were so small,
Delicate and childlike.
Your grace was unknown,
Your mind not yet mature.
Your legs barely had enough strength to carry you,
And you had ran as much as you could.
When you dropped to the ground,
Feeling the bed you were soon to lie in,
Were you scared?
When those teeth wrapped carefully around your throat, ...
Do you think it sobbed for hours after it consumed your heart, feasted on your soul?
You ran so fast,
You must have been exhausted.
You were so small,
Delicate and childlike.
Your grace was unknown,
Your mind not yet mature.
Your legs barely had enough strength to carry you,
And you had ran as much as you could.
When you dropped to the ground,
Feeling the bed you were soon to lie in,
Were you scared?
When those teeth wrapped carefully around your throat, ...
#sadness
#teens
#childhood
#death
#hurt
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jmcchesnie
Joylyn
Joylyn
Poem Published
13th Nov 2023 1:36am
13th Nov 2023 1:36am
Bar Life
Why yes, I can spare you a dime for that old jukebox
push B3 "I can help, I have two strong arms" Billy Swan sings
next to the doors labeled “Pointers” and “Setters”
while my little sister and I play on the stairs of this old bar
filled with swirling smoke and drunken men
watching the miniature elevator go up and down
hearing the pool balls smack as they race towards empty pockets
as we wait for our favorite candy bars and soda pop
from the bartender who is my grandmother laughing, smiling,
flirting with all the drunken men in...
push B3 "I can help, I have two strong arms" Billy Swan sings
next to the doors labeled “Pointers” and “Setters”
while my little sister and I play on the stairs of this old bar
filled with swirling smoke and drunken men
watching the miniature elevator go up and down
hearing the pool balls smack as they race towards empty pockets
as we wait for our favorite candy bars and soda pop
from the bartender who is my grandmother laughing, smiling,
flirting with all the drunken men in...
#men
#childhood
#alcohol
#memories
#WritingPoetry
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2 Comments
oskar
Poem Published
10th Nov 2023 1:01pm
10th Nov 2023 1:01pm
travel to Porto
On the way to Porto for a week's holiday, we drove through a pine forest a man planted forest the way each
stood at a respectful distance from each other
A year later in high summer, the forest took fire and
when flames met on the road, cars were trapped and many people, and families, died in the horrific hell-fire.
Our hotel was situated at a height, we had asked for a downtown hotel, my wife said it was my fault since I had tried to speak Portuguese- not far from a disused water tower, it's gated surrounding full of rats where every night hideous screams were heard in...
stood at a respectful distance from each other
A year later in high summer, the forest took fire and
when flames met on the road, cars were trapped and many people, and families, died in the horrific hell-fire.
Our hotel was situated at a height, we had asked for a downtown hotel, my wife said it was my fault since I had tried to speak Portuguese- not far from a disused water tower, it's gated surrounding full of rats where every night hideous screams were heard in...
#birth
#childhood
#aging
#dating
#fatherhood
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