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.
Cloven_Zonkle
Poem Published
25th Sep 2020 2:56pm
25th Sep 2020 2:56pm
Original Programming ( VI )
#childhood
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LostViking
Lost Viking
Lost Viking
Poem Published
25th Sep 2020 12:10pm
25th Sep 2020 12:10pm
Older Neighbor Girl
#teens
#childhood
#sex
113 reads
2 Comments
FallenAngle
Poem Published
25th Sep 2020 1:12am
25th Sep 2020 1:12am
Reflection
I know you chase her in your dreams
And how her sobs echo in your chest,
I know you feel the coldness of her hand
Against your empty palm.
I know your haunted by her eyes
And how the despair reflects your own,
I know you gave her a piece of your soul
Since her own was stolen.
I know she hides in the shadows of the walls
And how she whispers to your mind,
I know you feel you owe her your voice
When everyone else ignored hers.
I know she scares you
And you wish you could leave her,
I know you're not just...
And how her sobs echo in your chest,
I know you feel the coldness of her hand
Against your empty palm.
I know your haunted by her eyes
And how the despair reflects your own,
I know you gave her a piece of your soul
Since her own was stolen.
I know she hides in the shadows of the walls
And how she whispers to your mind,
I know you feel you owe her your voice
When everyone else ignored hers.
I know she scares you
And you wish you could leave her,
I know you're not just...
#childhood
#abuse
#suffering
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joegracegrace
Joe Grace
Joe Grace
Poem Published
23rd Sep 2020 9:10pm
23rd Sep 2020 9:10pm
ABORTION - How Bad Is It ??!!
ABORTION IS WORSE THAN YOU THINK:
Not only is the baby killed, the womb of the mother
is defiled by being turned into the opposite of itself.
I mean it is a place for the creating of life.
But abortion turns it into an execution chamber !!
Not only that, in the Law of Moses (the Torah) the Temple is patterned after a woman's body.
And the innermost room ("the Holy of Holies") corresponds to the innermost organ of a woman's body.
Namely the uterus.
Why is this important??
Well, Antiochus Epiphanes was a type or miniature of the Antichrist. ...
Not only is the baby killed, the womb of the mother
is defiled by being turned into the opposite of itself.
I mean it is a place for the creating of life.
But abortion turns it into an execution chamber !!
Not only that, in the Law of Moses (the Torah) the Temple is patterned after a woman's body.
And the innermost room ("the Holy of Holies") corresponds to the innermost organ of a woman's body.
Namely the uterus.
Why is this important??
Well, Antiochus Epiphanes was a type or miniature of the Antichrist. ...
#mother
#father
#brother
#childhood
#daughter
28 reads
3 Comments
dartford
Paul S...
Paul S...
Poem Published
23rd Sep 2020 1:35am
23rd Sep 2020 1:35am
2 kids in a park
knew him from somewhere, he had a knife pressed against my chest, said you wouldn't dare say I was right, but lucky, to be fair ..
#childhood
27 reads
2 Comments
Jezkeebs
Poem Published
22nd Sep 2020 6:39am
22nd Sep 2020 6:39am
Broken dream
Broken road
Winding up
Memory heavy loaded
Dust settling on a stony track
Turning and winding me back
Clear blue, glint of sea
The bay full of islands
Seen from mountains of green
Monkey apple trees
The dip and the rise
Long driveway shady
Following cicada cries
Tank stand, concrete block walls
Corrugated iron roof, tiled floors
Cool veranda covered with wisteria
Wood burning stove from another era
Camelia bushes heavy with dew
Agaves, roses and palm fronds
Smell of smoke from the steel flue ...
Winding up
Memory heavy loaded
Dust settling on a stony track
Turning and winding me back
Clear blue, glint of sea
The bay full of islands
Seen from mountains of green
Monkey apple trees
The dip and the rise
Long driveway shady
Following cicada cries
Tank stand, concrete block walls
Corrugated iron roof, tiled floors
Cool veranda covered with wisteria
Wood burning stove from another era
Camelia bushes heavy with dew
Agaves, roses and palm fronds
Smell of smoke from the steel flue ...
#childhood
#family
#dreams
#home
#nature
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DAGODDESS
Poem Published
15th Sep 2020 10:41pm
15th Sep 2020 10:41pm
GROWING PAINS
FAMILY
PASSING DOWN THEIR ABUNDANCE
THEY'LL SAY
YOU REMIND ME OF YOUR MOTHER
SO HERE GOES YOUR MOTHERS PAIN
SINCE THEY HATE HER
THEY HATE YOU THE SAME
CARRY THE WEIGHT OF YOUR FATHER
IN YOUR BACKPACK TO SCHOOL WITH YOU
HOLDING ONTO NOBODY TO BACK YOU
SHOULD YOUR HAIR BE TOO THICK
YOU’RE TOO DIFFICULT TO MANAGE
ONLY MYSELF TO DEAL WITH THE DAMAGE
THEY’RE SAYING
I KNOW THE BOYS ARE PREYING
THEY’LL CALL OUT MEMORIES OF MY MOTHERS PAST
AS IF SHE DOESN’T ALREADY REMIND ME
YELLING,
YOU’RE...
PASSING DOWN THEIR ABUNDANCE
THEY'LL SAY
YOU REMIND ME OF YOUR MOTHER
SO HERE GOES YOUR MOTHERS PAIN
SINCE THEY HATE HER
THEY HATE YOU THE SAME
CARRY THE WEIGHT OF YOUR FATHER
IN YOUR BACKPACK TO SCHOOL WITH YOU
HOLDING ONTO NOBODY TO BACK YOU
SHOULD YOUR HAIR BE TOO THICK
YOU’RE TOO DIFFICULT TO MANAGE
ONLY MYSELF TO DEAL WITH THE DAMAGE
THEY’RE SAYING
I KNOW THE BOYS ARE PREYING
THEY’LL CALL OUT MEMORIES OF MY MOTHERS PAST
AS IF SHE DOESN’T ALREADY REMIND ME
YELLING,
YOU’RE...
#mother
#childhood
#family
43 reads
1 Comment
Stoney223
Poem Published
13th Sep 2020 8:50pm
13th Sep 2020 8:50pm
THOSE VERY SPECIAL LADY'S
NO MATTER THE RACE AND CREED AND COLOR 👁 It is said through your body as a woman, lays more layers upon layers of the mere depth of an women. For she is more than a item or an thing as she is your better half as an a man of your half of your inner spiritual soul, for it is through this transformation of exchange between a woman and man that there very presence becomes as one body and heart and soul. For as you are maturing as a woman into understanding, what your body and soul and mind means to you, as you know and understand what is truly within you as it is your own self value and...
#mother
#motherhood
#childhood
#memories
#StreamOfConsciousness
65 reads
14 Comments
plexus
Poem Published
7th Sep 2020 10:42pm
7th Sep 2020 10:42pm
brimming
I delight in lies
and incurable is my wound
I depart without tears
...though the end is very soon
in the day, when I scream
its a scream of neutrality
at dusk, sparkling and emerald
I regain my tonality
entranced in golden mirth
darkness soon settles in
I glow
I fall
I beam
then the spiraling begins
its an electric feel
a strange appeal
gears start churning
hearts stop hurting
nod off and itch for a change of pace
snap back and long for a sweeter taste
and incurable is my wound
I depart without tears
...though the end is very soon
in the day, when I scream
its a scream of neutrality
at dusk, sparkling and emerald
I regain my tonality
entranced in golden mirth
darkness soon settles in
I glow
I fall
I beam
then the spiraling begins
its an electric feel
a strange appeal
gears start churning
hearts stop hurting
nod off and itch for a change of pace
snap back and long for a sweeter taste
#anxiety
#childhood
#identity
#storm
#nature
35 reads
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Eerie
Poem Published
7th Sep 2020 00:05am
7th Sep 2020 00:05am
All of the Pretty Girls
Windows open
Portals to emotion, or-
The reading of
Yours
Why is it
When I step out
Of my suit-stapled
Skeleton of bleached
Marrow, their mouths
Open to
Swallow me-
I wiggle free
Of the tongue that flicks
Hot iron
Why is it
When I tell you
NO- you keep
picking the scab
of our dysfunction
( fucking why)
do your eyes tell
stories I never asked to hear
Why is it
You can’t be
Someone else.
Portals to emotion, or-
The reading of
Yours
Why is it
When I step out
Of my suit-stapled
Skeleton of bleached
Marrow, their mouths
Open to
Swallow me-
I wiggle free
Of the tongue that flicks
Hot iron
Why is it
When I tell you
NO- you keep
picking the scab
of our dysfunction
( fucking why)
do your eyes tell
stories I never asked to hear
Why is it
You can’t be
Someone else.
#childhood
#identity
#memories
89 reads
10 Comments
Abruvanamedsly
Poem Published
6th Sep 2020 3:51pm
6th Sep 2020 3:51pm
(RE)Turning
I miss the warmth
of my mother's womb;
amniotic memories
are a muthafuca
when life has you drowning.
I wish someone would have
engraved:
LIFE PRESERVER NOT INCLUDED
into my skin while
I was being born
or
DON'T LET FEAR EAT YOUR FUTURE
or
LOVE SAVES & SLAUGHTERS.
I think my heart
enjoys being a lost
artifact buried in some
distant land under
immovable sands.
The present bludgeoning
bones and enticing me to
flirt with...
of my mother's womb;
amniotic memories
are a muthafuca
when life has you drowning.
I wish someone would have
engraved:
LIFE PRESERVER NOT INCLUDED
into my skin while
I was being born
or
DON'T LET FEAR EAT YOUR FUTURE
or
LOVE SAVES & SLAUGHTERS.
I think my heart
enjoys being a lost
artifact buried in some
distant land under
immovable sands.
The present bludgeoning
bones and enticing me to
flirt with...
#love
#birth
#childhood
#technology
#death
26 reads
1 Comment
Officialkn9ne
Poem Published
2nd Sep 2020 3:25am
2nd Sep 2020 3:25am
If I Die Tonight
If I die tonight
There ain’t gonna be no funeral
Put me in a box
That’s the only thing you should do
Got no love from my pops
Yeah but it was cool
I’m dead and gone
I wished that I knew you.
I’m from the gutta — where niggas don’t eat
We got each other and that’s all that we need
From different mothers, but run with the same team
It’s sad to say but I’m all that I need
I can’t run these streets, no, not today
I’m trying my best each and everyday
Gotta work long hours, gotta get paid
My goal is to move out...
There ain’t gonna be no funeral
Put me in a box
That’s the only thing you should do
Got no love from my pops
Yeah but it was cool
I’m dead and gone
I wished that I knew you.
I’m from the gutta — where niggas don’t eat
We got each other and that’s all that we need
From different mothers, but run with the same team
It’s sad to say but I’m all that I need
I can’t run these streets, no, not today
I’m trying my best each and everyday
Gotta work long hours, gotta get paid
My goal is to move out...
#childhood
#LGBT
#lyrics
#MyInspiration
#rap
115 reads
2 Comments
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