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.
cabcool
Poem Published
17th Sep 2019 7:51pm
17th Sep 2019 7:51pm
when evening comes -- visual version
♪rhymed, mirrored double octets♪
how i miss the a p p l e b l o s s o m s
of t h e tamarind s e a s o n days,
when the boys would climb high
for luscious ripe plums,
young birds nesting
o n a l i m b
i l l - a t -
ease!
sweetwood-dancing leaves with lissome
whispers made o u r spirits blaze
to see t h e m s w i r l i n g by;
then, when evening comes,
hearts p r o t e s t i n g
in t h e d i m
daylight
freeze.
torchlight fishing for dumb crayfish...
how i miss the a p p l e b l o s s o m s
of t h e tamarind s e a s o n days,
when the boys would climb high
for luscious ripe plums,
young birds nesting
o n a l i m b
i l l - a t -
ease!
sweetwood-dancing leaves with lissome
whispers made o u r spirits blaze
to see t h e m s w i r l i n g by;
then, when evening comes,
hearts p r o t e s t i n g
in t h e d i m
daylight
freeze.
torchlight fishing for dumb crayfish...
#childhood
#nature
#memories
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cabcool
Poem Published
17th Sep 2019 7:37pm
17th Sep 2019 7:37pm
when evening comes
♪rhymed, mirrored double octets♪
how i miss the a p p l e b l o s s o m s
of t h e tamarind s e a s o n days,
when the boys would climb high
for luscious ripe plums,
young birds nesting
o n a l i m b
i l l - a t -
ease!
sweetwood-dancing leaves with lissome
whispers made o u r spirits blaze
to see t h e m s w i r l i n g by;
then, when evening comes,
hearts p r o t e s t i n g
in t h e d i m
daylight
freeze.
torchlight...
how i miss the a p p l e b l o s s o m s
of t h e tamarind s e a s o n days,
when the boys would climb high
for luscious ripe plums,
young birds nesting
o n a l i m b
i l l - a t -
ease!
sweetwood-dancing leaves with lissome
whispers made o u r spirits blaze
to see t h e m s w i r l i n g by;
then, when evening comes,
hearts p r o t e s t i n g
in t h e d i m
daylight
freeze.
torchlight...
#childhood
#nature
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5 Comments
Underdog
Poem Published
17th Sep 2019 7:34pm
17th Sep 2019 7:34pm
Poetry In Retrograde
tempting too
much of everything
and got a whole lotta nuthin in return
karma's bastard child
undefined...too many blank spots
memory lapses
unanswered questions
i see abandonment issues
on the rise beyond this flat screen horizon
they rise...and...rise
with familiar dark undertows
heavy in tow
i gagged saltwater
for my self inflicted wounds
washed ashore as an unidentified amphibian
John Doe toe tagged..D.O.A
doomed on arrival
...
much of everything
and got a whole lotta nuthin in return
karma's bastard child
undefined...too many blank spots
memory lapses
unanswered questions
i see abandonment issues
on the rise beyond this flat screen horizon
they rise...and...rise
with familiar dark undertows
heavy in tow
i gagged saltwater
for my self inflicted wounds
washed ashore as an unidentified amphibian
John Doe toe tagged..D.O.A
doomed on arrival
...
#regret
#dark
#childhood #memories
#childhood #memories
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LiamReeduus
LiamReedus
LiamReedus
Poem Published
17th Sep 2019 2:38pm
17th Sep 2019 2:38pm
Zombie
I was amazed today
Old and young nothing to say
No happy kids laughing trying to play
Touch tap beep on their way
Have we left humanity behind
Acts of kindness and love we are blind
Destroying whats left one day at a time
Avoid one another such a horrible crime
Such a pitiful sight
Getting away from the loving light
Creating fake hiding our true might
Loosing our trueselves is a new strife
Ill take the rest of the day with my kids
To make wonderful memories we did
To show the compassion isnt hid
I...
Old and young nothing to say
No happy kids laughing trying to play
Touch tap beep on their way
Have we left humanity behind
Acts of kindness and love we are blind
Destroying whats left one day at a time
Avoid one another such a horrible crime
Such a pitiful sight
Getting away from the loving light
Creating fake hiding our true might
Loosing our trueselves is a new strife
Ill take the rest of the day with my kids
To make wonderful memories we did
To show the compassion isnt hid
I...
#childhood
#fate
#aging
#responsibility
#fatherhood
26 reads
6 Comments
PencilScribbles
Poem Published
16th Sep 2019 00:49am
16th Sep 2019 00:49am
Home
How long has it been since I sat on Aunt Mia's deck and let my heart dance with the painted leaves that fall slowly to the surface of her old lake?
How I miss the lakes, how I miss her lemonade, how I miss her crazy laugh that caused her face to turn red as a beet when she was too tickled to breathe.
I always thought I needed to run, I thought I would find myself outside the nothingness that miles of crop fields bring.
Now, I find myself wanting everything to slow down. I want to leave this city that rarely sleeps.
The noise, the traffic, the lights,...
How I miss the lakes, how I miss her lemonade, how I miss her crazy laugh that caused her face to turn red as a beet when she was too tickled to breathe.
I always thought I needed to run, I thought I would find myself outside the nothingness that miles of crop fields bring.
Now, I find myself wanting everything to slow down. I want to leave this city that rarely sleeps.
The noise, the traffic, the lights,...
#childhood
#family
#home #IMissYou
#home #IMissYou
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oskar
Poem Published
15th Sep 2019 10:12am
15th Sep 2019 10:12am
suicide
Suicide
I have lately been contemplating taking my life
The question is, how?
I live on the seventh floor with a veranda
The falling is not bad I shudder by the impact
Also, upsetting people.
A shotgun in my mouth blowing my brain out Is too ghastly,
Ernest Hemingway did it shoot himself
Blood and gore all over the place.
A 22-calibre pistol should do it, but I dislike
Weapons.
To take a handful of pills will not do I would
Throw up and sweat profoundly.
I wish there were an injection that made me
Disappear from the...
I have lately been contemplating taking my life
The question is, how?
I live on the seventh floor with a veranda
The falling is not bad I shudder by the impact
Also, upsetting people.
A shotgun in my mouth blowing my brain out Is too ghastly,
Ernest Hemingway did it shoot himself
Blood and gore all over the place.
A 22-calibre pistol should do it, but I dislike
Weapons.
To take a handful of pills will not do I would
Throw up and sweat profoundly.
I wish there were an injection that made me
Disappear from the...
#birth
#childhood
#death
#aging
#dating
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BeginningPoet
Poem Published
13th Sep 2019 11:44am
13th Sep 2019 11:44am
Back Home --- Part One
How many daydreams
do I possess,
home, back into my childhood,
the farmhouse still stands
like I remember it, waiting
for my arrival, to be filled
with that love
that made it a home,
the cold wooden floors
in winter, all the way
through the open windows
in the heat of summer.
The wood stove filling
my mind with thoughts
of my mother's cooking,
everyone gathered at the table,
grace spoken, giving thanks
for what we received,
each meal always prepared
with a pair of caring hands.
...
do I possess,
home, back into my childhood,
the farmhouse still stands
like I remember it, waiting
for my arrival, to be filled
with that love
that made it a home,
the cold wooden floors
in winter, all the way
through the open windows
in the heat of summer.
The wood stove filling
my mind with thoughts
of my mother's cooking,
everyone gathered at the table,
grace spoken, giving thanks
for what we received,
each meal always prepared
with a pair of caring hands.
...
#mother
#father
#children
#childhood
#family
44 reads
9 Comments
wizkatfood
Poem Published
11th Sep 2019 3:33pm
11th Sep 2019 3:33pm
Hug ~
A hug.
Firstly,
It is a foolish thing,
Like the residue of youthful dreams.
The polaroids you’ve seemed to keep,
Of friends with you on the swings.
That family, whom every week,
Brought your favourite,
Blueberry ice cream.
These childish little,
Pieces of bliss.
These broken, long-lost
Promises.
*
*
But,
Foolish things,
Never seem to leave us,
I believe.
*
*
...
Firstly,
It is a foolish thing,
Like the residue of youthful dreams.
The polaroids you’ve seemed to keep,
Of friends with you on the swings.
That family, whom every week,
Brought your favourite,
Blueberry ice cream.
These childish little,
Pieces of bliss.
These broken, long-lost
Promises.
*
*
But,
Foolish things,
Never seem to leave us,
I believe.
*
*
...
#love
#loneliness
#childhood
#dreams
#aging
52 reads
1 Comment
ImperfectedStone
The Gardener
The Gardener
Poem Published
9th Sep 2019 11:50pm
9th Sep 2019 11:50pm
Lovingly
I wait for you to wake,
slump on your side and wail into the darkness,
watch the wide, white Moon from the slit in the curtains,
wallow on simplest rest that once was mine
when my need for sleep wasn't secondary -
it just is existence now,
I don't begrudge it,
you call me when you need me -
you're never alone.
slump on your side and wail into the darkness,
watch the wide, white Moon from the slit in the curtains,
wallow on simplest rest that once was mine
when my need for sleep wasn't secondary -
it just is existence now,
I don't begrudge it,
you call me when you need me -
you're never alone.
#motherhood
#childhood
#sleep
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BeginningPoet
Poem Published
2nd Sep 2019 00:39am
2nd Sep 2019 00:39am
Blackberries
Another summer day came, just like the ones earlier, and the ones coming tomorrow But, what made this day different was the thoughts of the blackberries that had patiently been waiting on our arrival. Gathering fat and ripe, growing among those wild vines. Now, of course there were others anticipating the combination of the sweet and tart berries.
Handy empty pots, pans and bowls were drafted from their sleeping places. Each container plucked with the hope to become filled. It seemed to become an adventure to a three year old each Summer. Placing the children into the only car...
Handy empty pots, pans and bowls were drafted from their sleeping places. Each container plucked with the hope to become filled. It seemed to become an adventure to a three year old each Summer. Placing the children into the only car...
#mother
#father
#children
#childhood
#memories
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Gahddess_Worship
Poem Published
31st Aug 2019 00:20am
31st Aug 2019 00:20am
A SUCKER I AM NOT
Dark red cherry Lifesaver
too gradually dissolves on my tongue
comforting burst of flavor
awakes fond thoughts, of when I was young
Recalling grammar school gift exchanges
when above all others was prized
a book, when opened, reveals no pages
instead twelve rolls of candy inside
Rather than savor each sweet, round confection
prolonged by sucking each piece to its end
I'd hasten consumption by mastication
book too soon emptied, none shared with a friend
Many decades passed, now with wisdom imbued
ostensibly...
too gradually dissolves on my tongue
comforting burst of flavor
awakes fond thoughts, of when I was young
Recalling grammar school gift exchanges
when above all others was prized
a book, when opened, reveals no pages
instead twelve rolls of candy inside
Rather than savor each sweet, round confection
prolonged by sucking each piece to its end
I'd hasten consumption by mastication
book too soon emptied, none shared with a friend
Many decades passed, now with wisdom imbued
ostensibly...
#childhood
#food
#memories #SelfReflection
#memories #SelfReflection
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17 Comments
Phlatonmeback
Phlat
Phlat
Poem Published
29th Aug 2019 9:39am
29th Aug 2019 9:39am
I stand naked (as a child)
I stand naked as a child once more
My vulnerabilities exposed before
The crumbling walls
that hold and still host
the manic dance
Of all my demons.
That house stands in darkness now...
But never offers silence
Each window is shuttered
An eyeless socket I have to breach
To reach the dripping faucet
That drowns all my sanity
A tap drip...drip...drips
From cold corroded copper lips
In the dark kitchen where demons
Feast on the unforgettable.
The savage harvest
Of the cancerous breast
I...
My vulnerabilities exposed before
The crumbling walls
that hold and still host
the manic dance
Of all my demons.
That house stands in darkness now...
But never offers silence
Each window is shuttered
An eyeless socket I have to breach
To reach the dripping faucet
That drowns all my sanity
A tap drip...drip...drips
From cold corroded copper lips
In the dark kitchen where demons
Feast on the unforgettable.
The savage harvest
Of the cancerous breast
I...
#sadness
#depression
#childhood #despair
#childhood #despair
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