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.
Layla
Poem Published
Today 1:19am
Today 1:19am
Patterns
Reversible Stitch—There is some kind of beautiful in traditions and patterns mimicking time and space; the placidity of tranquility, stepping forward blindly. Relinquishing fears and ties governed solely by senses.
In the shadow of the fig tree I learned to whisper softly and the art of pouring tea; knees bent slightly barely revealing the blossoming curves, blushing tint unraveling the soft skein.
A drop of nectar from ripened figs drips on my braided midnight hair, missing a loop—
Back Stitch—I hear my father call my name stamping into the thick dishrag night sky, twisting...
In the shadow of the fig tree I learned to whisper softly and the art of pouring tea; knees bent slightly barely revealing the blossoming curves, blushing tint unraveling the soft skein.
A drop of nectar from ripened figs drips on my braided midnight hair, missing a loop—
Back Stitch—I hear my father call my name stamping into the thick dishrag night sky, twisting...
#sadness
#love
#childhood #memories
#childhood #memories
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Jade-Pandora
jade tiger
jade tiger
Poem Published
Today 1:16am
Today 1:16am
Something Else
Ever since officially still a child
I began writing poetry
Tentatively. Start, stop, start, stop.
Start again, till it became something else
And even while I was still that same child
I’d often fall and scrape a knee
When I would walk or roller skate
A scabby scab becoming something else
I now am grown no longer just a child
Not falling as much as I did
As awkward tho’ in other ways
Upon my head I trip or something else
I wanted to be graceful as a child
Pretending up on tippy-toes
Attempting...
I began writing poetry
Tentatively. Start, stop, start, stop.
Start again, till it became something else
And even while I was still that same child
I’d often fall and scrape a knee
When I would walk or roller skate
A scabby scab becoming something else
I now am grown no longer just a child
Not falling as much as I did
As awkward tho’ in other ways
Upon my head I trip or something else
I wanted to be graceful as a child
Pretending up on tippy-toes
Attempting...
#love
#grief
#birth
#childhood
#nostalgia
34 reads
7 Comments
AaHarvey
Poem Published
16th Jun 2019 10:29pm
16th Jun 2019 10:29pm
MP3 guarenteed
I tore a hole into the darkness,
Found the presents, gonna regret this.
No surprises, faking selfies,
Happy families, searching memories.
Painting photo’s in the cosmos,
Letting go of red balloons.
Coming soon to your television room,
3D TV, dumb-watches, MP3 and digital zoom.
Whatever you tweet is not my concern.
Forward in time, mobile internet burns.
One last threshold ready to cross,
Sign your name on the dot, dot, dot.
(C)2019 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Found the presents, gonna regret this.
No surprises, faking selfies,
Happy families, searching memories.
Painting photo’s in the cosmos,
Letting go of red balloons.
Coming soon to your television room,
3D TV, dumb-watches, MP3 and digital zoom.
Whatever you tweet is not my concern.
Forward in time, mobile internet burns.
One last threshold ready to cross,
Sign your name on the dot, dot, dot.
(C)2019 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
#childhood
#family
#technology
#Christmas
#WritingPoetry
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0 Comments
cabcool
Poem Published
13th Jun 2019 7:41am
13th Jun 2019 7:41am
sweet sins of my youth
i remember,
bitterly,
sweet sins of my youth,
when i broke
the Golden Rule
and kept the bigger half,
and measured out in secret
things that were
not mine to keep
while others weep.
even the truth i swallowed,
without mercy
for the hungry,
at whose expense
i gorged myself.
my truant days
were mischief-wise
for wayward paths,
the devil pulling me
beyond the gates
of paradise.
o how i haunted
helpless birds
and lizards
and buzzing bees,
while teachers taunted me ...
bitterly,
sweet sins of my youth,
when i broke
the Golden Rule
and kept the bigger half,
and measured out in secret
things that were
not mine to keep
while others weep.
even the truth i swallowed,
without mercy
for the hungry,
at whose expense
i gorged myself.
my truant days
were mischief-wise
for wayward paths,
the devil pulling me
beyond the gates
of paradise.
o how i haunted
helpless birds
and lizards
and buzzing bees,
while teachers taunted me ...
#childhood
#freedom
#morality
35 reads
12 Comments
Benzy_420
Poem Published
9th Jun 2019 9:14pm
9th Jun 2019 9:14pm
Neverland (When I Fly)
When I fly, I’mma never never land
When I fly, I’mma never never land
When I fly, I’mma never never land
When I fly, I’mma never never land
Wings spread, time flies, high skies
No age, no ties, free forever
Weighed down, no way, no tether
Don’t say, won’t pray, for no better
Take flight, soar high, more life
Yeah right, more like, short sight
These times, see why, we cry
No men, more wild, more child
When I fly, I’mma never never land
When I fly, I’mma never never land
When I fly, I’mma never never land ...
When I fly, I’mma never never land
When I fly, I’mma never never land
When I fly, I’mma never never land
Wings spread, time flies, high skies
No age, no ties, free forever
Weighed down, no way, no tether
Don’t say, won’t pray, for no better
Take flight, soar high, more life
Yeah right, more like, short sight
These times, see why, we cry
No men, more wild, more child
When I fly, I’mma never never land
When I fly, I’mma never never land
When I fly, I’mma never never land ...
#childhood
#death
#aging
#freedom
#emptiness
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2 Comments
Seed
Poem Published
9th Jun 2019 4:50pm
9th Jun 2019 4:50pm
When Summers Lasted Forever
Back when Chevys had fins and gas had lead
When I was a kid and magic seemed real
Firetrucks sirens were loud and summer lasted forever
Fresh cut grass was football games
Homemade bread was my grandmother’s house
Strong coffee was my parents talking to my aunt and uncle
Riding bicycles in the rain and summer seemed to last forever
Garden dirt was grandpa showing what he had planted out back
Dark chocolate was exotic and campfires were adventure
Brownies baking were weekends and fresh towels were time for a shower
Chlorine was swimming pools...
When I was a kid and magic seemed real
Firetrucks sirens were loud and summer lasted forever
Fresh cut grass was football games
Homemade bread was my grandmother’s house
Strong coffee was my parents talking to my aunt and uncle
Riding bicycles in the rain and summer seemed to last forever
Garden dirt was grandpa showing what he had planted out back
Dark chocolate was exotic and campfires were adventure
Brownies baking were weekends and fresh towels were time for a shower
Chlorine was swimming pools...
#childhood
#summer
#LifeCycle
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3 Comments
oskar
Poem Published
7th Jun 2019 8:45am
7th Jun 2019 8:45am
ro0mance
We are all familiar with the traditional relationship
A young boy meets a girl, Like Romeo and Juliet –
It must be added Juliet was 14, today this romance
Would not have gone down too well,.
Sometimes love happens at the most strange places
Like when I met a girl at a house in Kingston and her
Took a shine to me.
As we undressed in her room she said:
“My pussy is full of water,” I told her she better have a wee
First, but that was not what she meant.
In the morning she clung to me and I promised to come
Back next time when in Kingston. ...
A young boy meets a girl, Like Romeo and Juliet –
It must be added Juliet was 14, today this romance
Would not have gone down too well,.
Sometimes love happens at the most strange places
Like when I met a girl at a house in Kingston and her
Took a shine to me.
As we undressed in her room she said:
“My pussy is full of water,” I told her she better have a wee
First, but that was not what she meant.
In the morning she clung to me and I promised to come
Back next time when in Kingston. ...
#birth
#childhood
#death
#aging
#dating
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0 Comments
zz7070
Xeara
Xeara
Poem Published
5th Jun 2019 10:10pm
5th Jun 2019 10:10pm
I never told
I never told
you blamed me
screamed and cried
you blamed me
I never told
I was 6
I was scared
I simply froze
I cried later
you threatened me
"if you tell,
I'll kill you"
I believed you
I never told
no one knew
I was scared
I had nightmares
I never tiold
I was 10
I fought back
I just cried
no one knew
I was alone
you knew better
I trusted you
I didn't understand
what I'd done
I blamed myself
you blamed me
screamed and cried
you blamed me
I never told
I was 6
I was scared
I simply froze
I cried later
you threatened me
"if you tell,
I'll kill you"
I believed you
I never told
no one knew
I was scared
I had nightmares
I never tiold
I was 10
I fought back
I just cried
no one knew
I was alone
you knew better
I trusted you
I didn't understand
what I'd done
I blamed myself
#anger
#anxiety
#loneliness
#childhood
#abuse
24 reads
1 Comment
bimbammit
Poem Published
5th Jun 2019 2:20am
5th Jun 2019 2:20am
Return Lucid Memory
In the nape of my neck
You take cover behind my ears
You rest on the tip of my tongue
You hide in the furrow of my brow
Oh sweet age of three
Birthdays and hidden presents
Party games rigged to win
Plastic toys with moving parts
And record disks on 45
Oh sweet age of three
Return Lucid Memory to me
You smell like cotton candy
You taste like lemon tandy
You feel like long grass
Built ‘round me like a fort
My best friend was a wide trunk tree
Mother never looked for me
Find me fleeting glimpse
The long...
You take cover behind my ears
You rest on the tip of my tongue
You hide in the furrow of my brow
Oh sweet age of three
Birthdays and hidden presents
Party games rigged to win
Plastic toys with moving parts
And record disks on 45
Oh sweet age of three
Return Lucid Memory to me
You smell like cotton candy
You taste like lemon tandy
You feel like long grass
Built ‘round me like a fort
My best friend was a wide trunk tree
Mother never looked for me
Find me fleeting glimpse
The long...
#childhood
#school
#memories
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0 Comments
AspergerPoet56
Poem Published
4th Jun 2019 6:18pm
4th Jun 2019 6:18pm
Clasping Memories
I clasped
Onto my memories
As if they where the only thing of value
A favourite broken toy
I couldn’t discard
Played with them like a child
Rebuilding a world
Where I could smile again
A sweet innocence I thought had died
Now rekindled a reborn flame
Often wondered where he went
As the years rolled on
His playfulness faded
But he held on to my shadow
Hoping I would remember him
I clasp these memories tight
For in them is me
The true me
The little boy who never gave up ...
Onto my memories
As if they where the only thing of value
A favourite broken toy
I couldn’t discard
Played with them like a child
Rebuilding a world
Where I could smile again
A sweet innocence I thought had died
Now rekindled a reborn flame
Often wondered where he went
As the years rolled on
His playfulness faded
But he held on to my shadow
Hoping I would remember him
I clasp these memories tight
For in them is me
The true me
The little boy who never gave up ...
#childhood
#inspirational
#memories
52 reads
10 Comments
nomoth
Poem Published
4th Jun 2019 5:20pm
4th Jun 2019 5:20pm
two mirrors
(Fear of oneself: Sharon Olds tribute competition)
It was as if he was scared that the sky-blue
anger in his eyes would become dull
if I became a better person. When he died
I tore through; sauntered creepily; shamelessly
removed all the drawers, emptied all pockets,
shook all bags, opened all the books for clues
to know why, whenever we had talked,
we were in two different rooms.
We had a couple of large mirrors
in the house, angelically bordered with rust, ...
It was as if he was scared that the sky-blue
anger in his eyes would become dull
if I became a better person. When he died
I tore through; sauntered creepily; shamelessly
removed all the drawers, emptied all pockets,
shook all bags, opened all the books for clues
to know why, whenever we had talked,
we were in two different rooms.
We had a couple of large mirrors
in the house, angelically bordered with rust, ...
#father
#childhood
#memories
91 reads
18 Comments
Ahavati
Poem Published
2nd Jun 2019 7:29pm
2nd Jun 2019 7:29pm
The Bite ( after Sharon Olds )
When I was four years-old,
I bit my six month-old brother, hard;
my baby-teeth sinking into his delicate flesh,
soap residue coated my lips from his fresh bath.
As he screamed, I felt instant shame.
But it was too late, my mother retaliated
puncturing my good arm with her canines,
a consequence of my action.
Her sharp anger drew blood;
she became an old nurse
whose sensitivity disappeared with youth.
I was jealous of the affection afforded him
because it was foreign...
I bit my six month-old brother, hard;
my baby-teeth sinking into his delicate flesh,
soap residue coated my lips from his fresh bath.
As he screamed, I felt instant shame.
But it was too late, my mother retaliated
puncturing my good arm with her canines,
a consequence of my action.
Her sharp anger drew blood;
she became an old nurse
whose sensitivity disappeared with youth.
I was jealous of the affection afforded him
because it was foreign...
#love
#mother
#childhood
#confessional
#nostalgia
155 reads
22 Comments
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