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.
muzicflowerz
Poem Published
Yesterday 5:21pm
Yesterday 5:21pm
Solace
Hush little boy, don’t cry little one, silence can be heard in the midnight sun
Lull yourself to sleep little boy, don’t weep little one, let the daybreak overcome
Allow kindness in little boy, don’t let anguish win little one, starlit candles shine the way
Open the door little boy, don’t fortify little one, breathe-in the lunar day
Take my hand little boy, I know the ache little one, together we can pray
Lull yourself to sleep little boy, don’t weep little one, let the daybreak overcome
Allow kindness in little boy, don’t let anguish win little one, starlit candles shine the way
Open the door little boy, don’t fortify little one, breathe-in the lunar day
Take my hand little boy, I know the ache little one, together we can pray
#love
#childhood
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3 Comments
Stoney223
Poem Published
27th Mar 2020 11:22am
27th Mar 2020 11:22am
FATHER AND SON
What does it take to truly be a man in the eyes of a son, for what can you give to him in knowledge and experience and wisdom, that will prepare him for the journey out into the world of the unknown. What can you teach him from your own travels and walks, that will give him alittle more of an better understanding. As to what is life going to be about, as they grow from a baby to a boy and a young man stepping out into adulthood into the world. For will you teach him, how to appreciate and respect and love a woman as you love his mother, will you show him the true value of honor and devotion...
#birth
#childhood
#CallToAction
#LifeCycle
#fatherhood
47 reads
6 Comments
Kfn185
Poem Published
22nd Mar 2020 10:07am
22nd Mar 2020 10:07am
Real men don't cry
please read Authors note~
Verse
Remember the time I fell into the creek,
and you accused me of being weak,
just because I shed a tear,
from that day on,
my moods turned black,
carried every bit of misery, on my back,
day after day, year after year,
Verse
Still hear your voice,
running 'round my brain,
saying, crying just aint
' the American way',
gotta stand upright and be...
Verse
Remember the time I fell into the creek,
and you accused me of being weak,
just because I shed a tear,
from that day on,
my moods turned black,
carried every bit of misery, on my back,
day after day, year after year,
Verse
Still hear your voice,
running 'round my brain,
saying, crying just aint
' the American way',
gotta stand upright and be...
#grief
#father
#childhood
#lies
#healing
48 reads
7 Comments
gothicsurrealism
Daniel Long
Daniel Long
Poem Published
21st Mar 2020 8:25am
21st Mar 2020 8:25am
A Wild Child In Moonlight
A wild child smiled while riled.
Anger piled with face mild.
Exiled and reviled yet he smiled!
Beneath your light, he will write.
His thoughts alight, he will smite the night.
Within your white light,
need not be affright,
everything's all right.
The insight is now in sight!
Anger piled with face mild.
Exiled and reviled yet he smiled!
Beneath your light, he will write.
His thoughts alight, he will smite the night.
Within your white light,
need not be affright,
everything's all right.
The insight is now in sight!
#strength
#courage
#childhood
#motivational
#determination
40 reads
2 Comments
blossomingmysoul
Poem Published
20th Mar 2020 5:33pm
20th Mar 2020 5:33pm
Little girls lie
Her mom is at work
The dad always busy with his things
Little girl is alone
Come at my home
Everyday
Watching the cartoon
That you like it
But your mom doesn't
Right
She doesn't know demons
He does
Don't tell your mom
Don't tell your dad
It is kindness
Shut your mouth
No cries
No feelings
There is nothing
She doesn't know demons
He does
Watching the cartoon
Again
Little girl alone
At home
Until your mom...
The dad always busy with his things
Little girl is alone
Come at my home
Everyday
Watching the cartoon
That you like it
But your mom doesn't
Right
She doesn't know demons
He does
Don't tell your mom
Don't tell your dad
It is kindness
Shut your mouth
No cries
No feelings
There is nothing
She doesn't know demons
He does
Watching the cartoon
Again
Little girl alone
At home
Until your mom...
#sadness
#dark
#forgiveness
#childhood
#memories
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0 Comments
Kfn185
Poem Published
19th Mar 2020 12:46pm
19th Mar 2020 12:46pm
Gaskell street
Verse
On Gaskell Street, you will meet,
people from all walks of life,
a diverse cross section,
a perculiar selection,
of those who repulse and delight,
Verse
there's decadent fools on Ikea stools,
who moor luxury boats, by the Thames,
they wear crocodile shoes,
shit on gold plated loos,
count Charles and Camilla as friends,
Chorus
Black and white, rich and poor,
on Gaskel Street, London, SW4,
black and white, rich and poor,
on Gaskell Street, London, SW4,
Verse
On...
On Gaskell Street, you will meet,
people from all walks of life,
a diverse cross section,
a perculiar selection,
of those who repulse and delight,
Verse
there's decadent fools on Ikea stools,
who moor luxury boats, by the Thames,
they wear crocodile shoes,
shit on gold plated loos,
count Charles and Camilla as friends,
Chorus
Black and white, rich and poor,
on Gaskel Street, London, SW4,
black and white, rich and poor,
on Gaskell Street, London, SW4,
Verse
On...
#childhood
#home
#memories
49 reads
5 Comments
ohmy_engrish
Poem Published
18th Mar 2020 3:47pm
18th Mar 2020 3:47pm
Your Bear Loves You ~
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Another Sunday, yeah~
I sit there, starin’ at you, like I do.
Springtime curtains blowin’ in the air,
But you’re lost starin’ at the ground.
One tear can’t help but cry,
Your voice’s as hollow as mine,
And I’m feelin’ something new,
But I can only stare,
Watchin’ in loneliness.
Not a lot that I know in this world,
But I’m right here with two arms to cry on.
Say my name, and you know what to do.
~I’ll never let you go, if you won’t.
Long ago,
I was...
Another Sunday, yeah~
I sit there, starin’ at you, like I do.
Springtime curtains blowin’ in the air,
But you’re lost starin’ at the ground.
One tear can’t help but cry,
Your voice’s as hollow as mine,
And I’m feelin’ something new,
But I can only stare,
Watchin’ in loneliness.
Not a lot that I know in this world,
But I’m right here with two arms to cry on.
Say my name, and you know what to do.
~I’ll never let you go, if you won’t.
Long ago,
I was...
#sadness
#love
#childhood
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wallyroo92
Poem Published
13th Mar 2020 9:04pm
13th Mar 2020 9:04pm
Red Silky Cape
I remember I was seven or eight...
My aunt, who was 12 years older than me
She had been a cheerleader in her teens
and she kept her old uniform
Which came with a red silky cape.
The year was 1981, or 82
It was sometime after Superman II had come out
I got a hold of my aunt’s old red silky cape,
And I ran around the neighborhood like I was Superman.
All the kids (even the older ones) ran around with me,
Wishing that they could have a cape like mine.
Their parents asked my grandmother,
Where they could get red cape like...
My aunt, who was 12 years older than me
She had been a cheerleader in her teens
and she kept her old uniform
Which came with a red silky cape.
The year was 1981, or 82
It was sometime after Superman II had come out
I got a hold of my aunt’s old red silky cape,
And I ran around the neighborhood like I was Superman.
All the kids (even the older ones) ran around with me,
Wishing that they could have a cape like mine.
Their parents asked my grandmother,
Where they could get red cape like...
#childhood
#funny
#memories
73 reads
6 Comments
Morganpoet
Poem Published
8th Mar 2020 11:28am
8th Mar 2020 11:28am
FLOTSAM
Walking barefoot
through cold wet sand,
Orion’s belt sparkles above,
calm seas softly sigh
as plovers cry the call of night.
Billy hides in fright in bed
his pillow over his head,
she said she’d be back soon,
she left this afternoon.
Climbing smooth boulders,
resting feet amongst broken shells,
clouds hide the Southern Cross,
branches sway with rustling leaves,
foxes scavenge through overflowing bins.
Billy gets up, turns on the light,
she never goes out alone at night,
getting a...
through cold wet sand,
Orion’s belt sparkles above,
calm seas softly sigh
as plovers cry the call of night.
Billy hides in fright in bed
his pillow over his head,
she said she’d be back soon,
she left this afternoon.
Climbing smooth boulders,
resting feet amongst broken shells,
clouds hide the Southern Cross,
branches sway with rustling leaves,
foxes scavenge through overflowing bins.
Billy gets up, turns on the light,
she never goes out alone at night,
getting a...
#motherhood
#childhood
#MentalHealth
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DoomMantra
Poem Published
7th Mar 2020 8:41pm
7th Mar 2020 8:41pm
Ant Annihilator
In the afternoons I play God
Societal structures are my
stomping grounds
When I touch the lives of many
and chaos unfolds
A gash across your world
A wound in your time
Beneath my feet
Before my eyes
I am inviolable
Societal structures are my
stomping grounds
When I touch the lives of many
and chaos unfolds
A gash across your world
A wound in your time
Beneath my feet
Before my eyes
I am inviolable
#dark
#childhood
#power
48 reads
3 Comments
BlueBeastGirl
Poem Published
4th Mar 2020 6:02pm
4th Mar 2020 6:02pm
Witness
#dark
#childhood
#PTSD
#despair
#nightmares
95 reads
4 Comments
timkit
Tim Kitchen
Tim Kitchen
Poem Published
4th Mar 2020 5:02pm
4th Mar 2020 5:02pm
Children Of Our Time
They look up above to the skies
with their young and innocent eyes.
Little children not really knowing
where their young lives are going.
Some are born of kings and queens
others just of people with dreams.
Some are born into families so poor
others destined for riches and more.
Adolescence will arrive out of the blue
their bodies will change, they will too!
Many will become technology slaves
and adopt some rather strange ways.
Boys will see girls in a different light
and dream of them deep into the night.
Boys...
with their young and innocent eyes.
Little children not really knowing
where their young lives are going.
Some are born of kings and queens
others just of people with dreams.
Some are born into families so poor
others destined for riches and more.
Adolescence will arrive out of the blue
their bodies will change, they will too!
Many will become technology slaves
and adopt some rather strange ways.
Boys will see girls in a different light
and dream of them deep into the night.
Boys...
#children
#childhood
40 reads
2 Comments
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