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.
Lozzamus
Poem Published
Yesterday 9:16pm
Yesterday 9:16pm
Eden Gained And Lost (July 12)
Fylde, Lancashire; tree paved streets resembling a London suburb, but situated by the Irish Sea, not the Thames.
Fylde, Lancashire: a place of memories
Friday 17 August 2012
I arrive after a long train journey that includes a wait at Preston. I think the Government have banned smoking in public places, but I definitely detected cigarette smoke while I waited for my connecting train and I moved away from the source of the smell, keen to avoid triggers.
I step off the train, into a tiny station that has only one rail track. Out in the...
Fylde, Lancashire: a place of memories
Friday 17 August 2012
I arrive after a long train journey that includes a wait at Preston. I think the Government have banned smoking in public places, but I definitely detected cigarette smoke while I waited for my connecting train and I moved away from the source of the smell, keen to avoid triggers.
I step off the train, into a tiny station that has only one rail track. Out in the...
#childhood
#tobacco
#memories
#addiction
#determination
11 reads
2 Comments
Keilani
Poem Published
24th Jul 2021 00:33am
24th Jul 2021 00:33am
Our Canoe
On swiftly flowing water streams
amid the forest life and green
seated in our light canoe
the easy pull of silken ream
the lull of ribboned crystalline
meandering courses far and wide
conveying so our little leaf
an arc along the bulrushes
water springs to crown our heads
tendrils jeweled to kiss our brows
offering those who passage through
a garland from the river fount
Rising and dipping in the sprightly weave
of murmur and laughter
your naiad friends
our little tree glides above the bed ...
amid the forest life and green
seated in our light canoe
the easy pull of silken ream
the lull of ribboned crystalline
meandering courses far and wide
conveying so our little leaf
an arc along the bulrushes
water springs to crown our heads
tendrils jeweled to kiss our brows
offering those who passage through
a garland from the river fount
Rising and dipping in the sprightly weave
of murmur and laughter
your naiad friends
our little tree glides above the bed ...
#teens
#childhood
29 reads
3 Comments
KittyFromHell
Poem Published
23rd Jul 2021 5:38am
23rd Jul 2021 5:38am
Wishful Prayers
The headlights in the fog
Seem to be floating slowly
As they zoom past
On the other side of the interstate.
The moon is full
And seems to wink at me
"darling, it's never too late "
Yesterday's tears still permeate
The ground where my knees
Buckled and fell to surrender.
Tonight my car is falling apart
And so am I, in moments...
Fighting an impending bender.
No, demon, you don't define me.
There's a distant sound of crows
Fleeing from a warning shot.
The petals of childlike wishes ...
Seem to be floating slowly
As they zoom past
On the other side of the interstate.
The moon is full
And seems to wink at me
"darling, it's never too late "
Yesterday's tears still permeate
The ground where my knees
Buckled and fell to surrender.
Tonight my car is falling apart
And so am I, in moments...
Fighting an impending bender.
No, demon, you don't define me.
There's a distant sound of crows
Fleeing from a warning shot.
The petals of childlike wishes ...
#childhood
#drugs
#addiction
#TimeHeals
#healing
26 reads
2 Comments
RagingFlames
Poem Published
20th Jul 2021 7:02am
20th Jul 2021 7:02am
Remember? I do… which is why I’m confused
We’ve spent so much time together… 15 years… how can I forget it. How can I forget you? We listened to music together for years. We’ve been there through every relationship. We’ve helped each other understand our s/o. Through sicknesses, headaches, hospital trips. We've been there. I remember your shin splints, I remember my broken nose. Your countless headaches, my surgery. The trip to Ticonderoga, the necklace I bought you. It had your birth stone. The candy store after that. Walking around Ticonderoga. The trip to Boston. The trip to New York. To Maine. Talking about colleges. The...
#BestFriend
#childhood
#friendship #nostalgia
#friendship #nostalgia
21 reads
6 Comments
Mark_Parsons
Mark Parsons
Mark Parsons
Poem Published
20th Jul 2021 5:05am
20th Jul 2021 5:05am
Chlorine
#childhood
92 reads
6 Comments
OG-Poetry
Poem Published
19th Jul 2021 10:37pm
19th Jul 2021 10:37pm
.. a calming word
gives you that look
they call the stink eye,
you know what that means,
you’d better not try,
used to warn me,
where not to roam,
“you’ll be 6 feet under
in a sea full of stones!”,
“sit your ass down
and hush up!” she’d say,
and “eat all that broccoli”
or you’ll pay by old ways,
smiling like a crook
getting tucked into bed,
a pat on the cheek,
and a kiss on your head :-)
first thing you shout
when you enter your home,
you call out when scared,
or...
they call the stink eye,
you know what that means,
you’d better not try,
used to warn me,
where not to roam,
“you’ll be 6 feet under
in a sea full of stones!”,
“sit your ass down
and hush up!” she’d say,
and “eat all that broccoli”
or you’ll pay by old ways,
smiling like a crook
getting tucked into bed,
a pat on the cheek,
and a kiss on your head :-)
first thing you shout
when you enter your home,
you call out when scared,
or...
#mother
#childhood
#gratitude
#admiration
#IMissYou
43 reads
4 Comments
senid
Poem Published
19th Jul 2021 2:38pm
19th Jul 2021 2:38pm
River rushing below bluffs
River rushing below bluffs
written July 7th, 2021
I dream of the bluffs
we visited that day
river rushing below
demarcating freedom
these years of practicing
flying away across fields
in preparation for this night
have made my wings strong
can I reach the bluffs?
float out over the river below?
escape these fields and rows
encompassing my life
I fly towards my future
until wings collapse trembling
on the edge of becoming
or breaking into pieces
I fall to the ground
Not...
written July 7th, 2021
I dream of the bluffs
we visited that day
river rushing below
demarcating freedom
these years of practicing
flying away across fields
in preparation for this night
have made my wings strong
can I reach the bluffs?
float out over the river below?
escape these fields and rows
encompassing my life
I fly towards my future
until wings collapse trembling
on the edge of becoming
or breaking into pieces
I fall to the ground
Not...
#strength
#courage
#childhood #determination
#childhood #determination
12 reads
1 Comment
mantisdeer
Poem Published
18th Jul 2021 6:40am
18th Jul 2021 6:40am
Trimming
The machines are loaded and baited beneath murmurs of some simple explanation.
Crudely within an ex-planation and wavering ‘tween the sheets of depreCate and mediCate,
no poison more bitter than the barracks of being; all exploded and expanded upon.
No safe places in a prison cell only so wide and not fitting through that salad dressing room.
Having spent all of my life whale watching from the OutKast shadows, just to be scared of nutrition for fear that their non-fear would come to fruition.
Crudely within an ex-planation and wavering ‘tween the sheets of depreCate and mediCate,
no poison more bitter than the barracks of being; all exploded and expanded upon.
No safe places in a prison cell only so wide and not fitting through that salad dressing room.
Having spent all of my life whale watching from the OutKast shadows, just to be scared of nutrition for fear that their non-fear would come to fruition.
#childhood
#family
#spiritual
#frustration
#suffering
36 reads
4 Comments
Dreamboy
Poem Published
17th Jul 2021 10:23pm
17th Jul 2021 10:23pm
Fire In You
Did it even matter
once you said
what had to be said?
Give a little afterthought,
don’t ever take your life
for granted.
Get into a better mood,
don’t rot in the dark like
you’re your father.
Smile a little more,
you won,
don’t sit and wallow,
your feelings matter.
Don’t be phoning it in
There’s still a little bit of fire left in you.
once you said
what had to be said?
Give a little afterthought,
don’t ever take your life
for granted.
Get into a better mood,
don’t rot in the dark like
you’re your father.
Smile a little more,
you won,
don’t sit and wallow,
your feelings matter.
Don’t be phoning it in
There’s still a little bit of fire left in you.
#childhood
#rain
#morality
21 reads
0 Comments
nightbirdblue
Poem Published
16th Jul 2021 3:32am
16th Jul 2021 3:32am
The Lit’l Ghost
I regress
Due to stress
The Little Ghost
Floats me away
To a place
Days of past
Little Audrey
Hiding there
Next to the stairs
She’s just so scared
Of herself
Of her fam
Of secrets shared
Oh, I digress
Where’d she go
Little Lady I
Used to know
Afraid of pain
And loss
And sorrow
All she can say
Is “I dunno”
Voice of child
Hides her face
And furrows brow
How did I get here
Where is now
Time collapses
Shakes me
Breaks me ...
Due to stress
The Little Ghost
Floats me away
To a place
Days of past
Little Audrey
Hiding there
Next to the stairs
She’s just so scared
Of herself
Of her fam
Of secrets shared
Oh, I digress
Where’d she go
Little Lady I
Used to know
Afraid of pain
And loss
And sorrow
All she can say
Is “I dunno”
Voice of child
Hides her face
And furrows brow
How did I get here
Where is now
Time collapses
Shakes me
Breaks me ...
#childhood
#MentalHealth
#PTSD
#FeelingLost
#fear
26 reads
8 Comments
Dreamboy
Poem Published
14th Jul 2021 2:58pm
14th Jul 2021 2:58pm
the river//the rain
The river is rising,
the river is rising,
the water is coming to wash it away.
To let it all go, to let it all fade.
Time to shake hands with your past,
and make steps towards who you want to be.
I don’t even know what that means.
I wasn’t even hardly listening.
Oh, how the palm trees sighed.
Oh, how we felt those nights.
Lost in a fog, and the river is rising.
Coming to wash it away,
to rinse the dirt off,
the tears are free to fall short
and we’re free to try to make things work,
and you’re free to stay...
the river is rising,
the water is coming to wash it away.
To let it all go, to let it all fade.
Time to shake hands with your past,
and make steps towards who you want to be.
I don’t even know what that means.
I wasn’t even hardly listening.
Oh, how the palm trees sighed.
Oh, how we felt those nights.
Lost in a fog, and the river is rising.
Coming to wash it away,
to rinse the dirt off,
the tears are free to fall short
and we’re free to try to make things work,
and you’re free to stay...
#depression
#childhood
#fall
#memories
#nostalgia
27 reads
1 Comment
Dreamboy
Poem Published
14th Jul 2021 3:49am
14th Jul 2021 3:49am
St. Peter
I am a conduit of darkness
I am the catalyst and comet
Ascension is heaven so why don't you wanna die
Give it a try
Nothing like living like its your last night
Alive and skin wrapped around meat and it feels good I'm sure,
You're satisfied and thats all that I need to get some sleep tonight
Crying in the dark while you're living a life
Thats just how it goes, you're either the hammer or the nail and you can't be both (I've tried)
So don't just throw yourself at any experience that seems like it'll get you where you expect you'll learn what you...
I am the catalyst and comet
Ascension is heaven so why don't you wanna die
Give it a try
Nothing like living like its your last night
Alive and skin wrapped around meat and it feels good I'm sure,
You're satisfied and thats all that I need to get some sleep tonight
Crying in the dark while you're living a life
Thats just how it goes, you're either the hammer or the nail and you can't be both (I've tried)
So don't just throw yourself at any experience that seems like it'll get you where you expect you'll learn what you...
#childhood
#SelfReflection
#MovingOn #SelfWorth
#MovingOn #SelfWorth
26 reads
2 Comments
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