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.
Stoney223
WOLF BAY33
WOLF BAY33
Poem Published
Today 10:16pm
Today 10:16pm
SPIRITUAL POWER OF A WOMAN
It's me again the story teller of words ✍️ I would like to take a moment of your time, to give my own utmost respect to all the women's of the world. 🌎 For sure if it wasn't for a strong 💪woman there wouldn't be a strong man. THAT is willing to stand and fight as a strong man. Building a strong relationship with a strong, foundation of steel and stones. 🪨 THAT together they shall always stand side by side. For sure I give them the upmost honor with respect, for if wasn't for a woman we as men could not even EXIST....
#BestFriend
#childhood
#fatherhood
#friendship
#motherhood
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dartford
Paul S...
Paul S...
Poem Published
Today 00:53am
Today 00:53am
childish things
never liked swings
out of control
as he pulls it even further back from behind
me, a scared kid
on a seat
held by strings, I mean blimey ..
out of control
as he pulls it even further back from behind
me, a scared kid
on a seat
held by strings, I mean blimey ..
#childhood
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Ahavati
Tams
Tams
Poem Published
7th Dec 2024 12:53pm
7th Dec 2024 12:53pm
Wild Blackberries
Blackberries visual entry
#childhood
#food
#memories #nostalgia
#memories #nostalgia
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Koulouri
Poem Published
5th Dec 2024 10:56pm
5th Dec 2024 10:56pm
You are taller than I remember
We both grew up,
and I do not recognize you.
You do not recognize me
either.
I wonder if you
remember us
like I
do.
I see us,
at the kitchen table,
the clock ticking
a reminder of sleep.
We talked about
shared secrets,
favorite colors,
and how to be better.
It was a long time ago.
We were so small.
My room was green.
Yours was blue.
That table is gone now.
The house too.
Nothing made it out of there intact.
Not even us.
But I still...
and I do not recognize you.
You do not recognize me
either.
I wonder if you
remember us
like I
do.
I see us,
at the kitchen table,
the clock ticking
a reminder of sleep.
We talked about
shared secrets,
favorite colors,
and how to be better.
It was a long time ago.
We were so small.
My room was green.
Yours was blue.
That table is gone now.
The house too.
Nothing made it out of there intact.
Not even us.
But I still...
#aging
#brother
#childhood
#family
#sister
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Ashriyon
Poem Published
4th Dec 2024 6:27pm
4th Dec 2024 6:27pm
In the Shadow of Stars
When I looked up at the endless night,
Stars twinkled like secrets whispered low,
I asked the heavens, “Where’s the light?
If God is real, where did you go?”
In my heart a storm was brewing,
A tempest of love turned bitter and wild,
For in those dark moments I felt so alone,
With blood on my hands and a heart defiled.
You were my anchor; you were my grace,
But addiction wrapped you in chains of despair,
Each promise made now lost in the space—
Where laughter once danced hangs silence and air. ...
Stars twinkled like secrets whispered low,
I asked the heavens, “Where’s the light?
If God is real, where did you go?”
In my heart a storm was brewing,
A tempest of love turned bitter and wild,
For in those dark moments I felt so alone,
With blood on my hands and a heart defiled.
You were my anchor; you were my grace,
But addiction wrapped you in chains of despair,
Each promise made now lost in the space—
Where laughter once danced hangs silence and air. ...
#childhood
#death
#LookingForLove
#memories
#separation
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Ryan-G-Hayward
Poem Published
4th Dec 2024 10:24am
4th Dec 2024 10:24am
Dull Marble (Revised)
I found a little dull marble,
an unremarkable nothing,
Belonged to given reasons
It was once a something.
I kept it safe in back pocket
for someone's sweet locket.
Vibrations, slammed lockers
and a sweet girl of a looker.
Down in gown's fleecing
bee sting's that's piercing.
an unremarkable nothing,
Belonged to given reasons
It was once a something.
I kept it safe in back pocket
for someone's sweet locket.
Vibrations, slammed lockers
and a sweet girl of a looker.
Down in gown's fleecing
bee sting's that's piercing.
#childhood
#UnrequitedLove
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Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
3rd Dec 2024 10:20am
3rd Dec 2024 10:20am
A sight I will never forget
A UPS truck ran into a telephone pole on the corner near my home
I was 10
Skinny freaked out, wild eyed and full of shit
The driver's head went through the windshield
Exploded on the telephone pole
Never occurred to me
The beauty of that scene
Blood, brains and all that milk
Everything ran down to the gutter
I ran down the hill observing the greying milk snake
My parents on the other hand were quite annoyed
The package they were expecting was destroyed!
I was 10
Skinny freaked out, wild eyed and full of shit
The driver's head went through the windshield
Exploded on the telephone pole
Never occurred to me
The beauty of that scene
Blood, brains and all that milk
Everything ran down to the gutter
I ran down the hill observing the greying milk snake
My parents on the other hand were quite annoyed
The package they were expecting was destroyed!
#cars
#childhood
#death
#horror
#memories
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4 Comments
Lozzamus
Poem Published
2nd Dec 2024 2:22pm
2nd Dec 2024 2:22pm
Secrets - Vow Of Silence
They say the bike race was my idea, that you and the others would have preferred to stay indoors that August Bank Holiday Monday. In the shade where it was nice and cool. But your mum agreed with me. It's a lovely day, she said, why don't you go out and play in the park before school starts again?
Except I lied, according to the evidence. I suggested the local park; that's true. But once we got out, I came up with the idea of going in the opposite direction, to Whaley Hill. Our parents didn't like us going to Whaley Hill, especially the reservoir at the top. They thought the hill...
Except I lied, according to the evidence. I suggested the local park; that's true. But once we got out, I came up with the idea of going in the opposite direction, to Whaley Hill. Our parents didn't like us going to Whaley Hill, especially the reservoir at the top. They thought the hill...
#childhood
#memories
#mystery #risk
#mystery #risk
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Stoney223
WOLF BAY33
WOLF BAY33
Poem Published
23rd Nov 2024 8:37pm
23rd Nov 2024 8:37pm
It's a blessing to be loved
How often do you wish that you finally met someone, who has the same passion as you have to be able, and willing to share there life and love with you 💕 As with respect and honor and support, and understanding involving that realness of honesty truth and trust. 😉 But yet in these days and times, that's 😞 not seems it's gonna happen, due to the deepness of the heart. Along with the deepness of the pain, that has been broken like tiny pieces of broken shatter glass. Yet they have said that no one is sent to you, by chance or accident. 🤔 FOR it's with these kind...
#childhood
#fatherhood
#LifeCycle
#marriage
#motherhood
80 reads
4 Comments
Mars_August
Mars August
Mars August
Poem Published
21st Nov 2024 3:26pm
21st Nov 2024 3:26pm
Letter to Myself as a Child
Hello,
You are called by someone else’s name
But, still, you recognize your own reflection in the distance.
You know that you are there, somewhere, and you are worth
whole palaces made of stardust stalactites,
troves of pink gemstones that pulse
as fast as your little heart.
The shadows take the shape of mouths at night and
you are so brave, you find ways to shield yourself from them
using no magic.
You are so brave, you taught us how to be our own
nightlight in abject darkness.
You are my Joan of Arc, you are not afraid.
You...
You are called by someone else’s name
But, still, you recognize your own reflection in the distance.
You know that you are there, somewhere, and you are worth
whole palaces made of stardust stalactites,
troves of pink gemstones that pulse
as fast as your little heart.
The shadows take the shape of mouths at night and
you are so brave, you find ways to shield yourself from them
using no magic.
You are so brave, you taught us how to be our own
nightlight in abject darkness.
You are my Joan of Arc, you are not afraid.
You...
#childhood
#identity
#SelfReflection #SelfWorth
#SelfReflection #SelfWorth
94 reads
1 Comment
Nixprty
Poem Published
19th Nov 2024 1:06am
19th Nov 2024 1:06am
Green
It's the tides that breathe,
It's the trees.
Its the windows unwashed,
It's the way you said it.
You grip the side of the table,
You kick your legs wildly.
You look for an answer,
You don't hit anything.
It's the teeth still loose,
It's sleep still running,
It's the smell of my youth.
You tack a photo to the wall,
You smile the same way,
I look 2 inches taller.
It's the dreams still real,
It's the Halloween costumes,
It's the plastic spoons.
It's the way you said it,
You said it.
Said it like a name...
It's the trees.
Its the windows unwashed,
It's the way you said it.
You grip the side of the table,
You kick your legs wildly.
You look for an answer,
You don't hit anything.
It's the teeth still loose,
It's sleep still running,
It's the smell of my youth.
You tack a photo to the wall,
You smile the same way,
I look 2 inches taller.
It's the dreams still real,
It's the Halloween costumes,
It's the plastic spoons.
It's the way you said it,
You said it.
Said it like a name...
#bittersweet
#childhood
#sadness
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Koulouri
Poem Published
19th Nov 2024 00:59am
19th Nov 2024 00:59am
Stuffing and Fabric
My childhood drags on the ground
behind me
like an old stuffed animal,
torm and dirty.
My little hand holds
tightly onto it,
scared of what happens
if I let go.
And yet it pains me,
to know that it is there,
to know that I keep something
well past its time.
So I do not look,
except for blurry glances,
because I need to know
that it's there.
behind me
like an old stuffed animal,
torm and dirty.
My little hand holds
tightly onto it,
scared of what happens
if I let go.
And yet it pains me,
to know that it is there,
to know that I keep something
well past its time.
So I do not look,
except for blurry glances,
because I need to know
that it's there.
#abuse
#childhood
#fear #PersonalGrowth
#fear #PersonalGrowth
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