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
Today 9:02pm
Today 9:02pm
Accident On The Motorway
We set off on our holidays in a rusty green van,
moving in the direction of the sun,
past fields and trees and farms,
the country air lifting our spirits.
We’re speeding along the motorway
when the van starts to shudder and horns toot warnings at us.
Something is wrong.
In the back compartment, my brother and I stare at the door,
holding our breaths, waiting, not daring to speak.
The vehicle swerves across the motorway lane,
closer to the hard shoulder,
where an embankment lies below.
Still, nobody...
moving in the direction of the sun,
past fields and trees and farms,
the country air lifting our spirits.
We’re speeding along the motorway
when the van starts to shudder and horns toot warnings at us.
Something is wrong.
In the back compartment, my brother and I stare at the door,
holding our breaths, waiting, not daring to speak.
The vehicle swerves across the motorway lane,
closer to the hard shoulder,
where an embankment lies below.
Still, nobody...
#childhood
#family
#risk
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samael
Poem Published
11th Apr 2021 11:41pm
11th Apr 2021 11:41pm
Bending of metal, rotting of wood at the crest of Dixie
Elderberry
equinox
October's darting hellfire fox
poltergeist
zodiac
heavy poured French cognac
scorpion
Holston river
awkwardness is best remembered
south Knoxville
brazen
basement musk
sunset hills
lawnmower dusk
equinox
October's darting hellfire fox
poltergeist
zodiac
heavy poured French cognac
scorpion
Holston river
awkwardness is best remembered
south Knoxville
brazen
basement musk
sunset hills
lawnmower dusk
#childhood
#identity
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missjem56
Poem Published
9th Apr 2021 7:15pm
9th Apr 2021 7:15pm
A Box Of Childhood Magic, And Memories
Before me lay a gilted silver box
With an engraving of a tiny red fox
And within this box, lay five others
Memories of childhood, and my mother
There was a small baby tooth
And a wish for the honest truth
A tiny little cuddly ted
And curiously lay a broken dolls head
Lastly lay a secret dream
Of a world, of strawberries, and cream
by Jemia
With an engraving of a tiny red fox
And within this box, lay five others
Memories of childhood, and my mother
There was a small baby tooth
And a wish for the honest truth
A tiny little cuddly ted
And curiously lay a broken dolls head
Lastly lay a secret dream
Of a world, of strawberries, and cream
by Jemia
#childhood
#memories
#mystery #magic
#mystery #magic
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cabcool
Poem Published
9th Apr 2021 3:13am
9th Apr 2021 3:13am
when we were young
And as we learn how to cry a beautiful
day passes by...” (Solomon King)
the boys and i
flew kites
at night,
no lights
to frame the sky.
our merriment,
honest
and blest,
a fest
for children bent
to make life sweet;
no tears,
no cares,
no fears,
on freedom street.
a naked dip,
...
day passes by...” (Solomon King)
the boys and i
flew kites
at night,
no lights
to frame the sky.
our merriment,
honest
and blest,
a fest
for children bent
to make life sweet;
no tears,
no cares,
no fears,
on freedom street.
a naked dip,
...
#love
#childhood
#friendship #LifeStruggles
#friendship #LifeStruggles
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Lozzamus
Poem Published
7th Apr 2021 11:30pm
7th Apr 2021 11:30pm
My Grandfather Benjamin
Early one Saturday morning when I was about nine, we set off in the car for Blackpool where my maternal grandparents lived. My mother had a cousin in a neighbouring coastal town and the cousin's son, whom I'd never met, had just turned thirteen and was about to recite his Barmitzvah at the synagogue there.
We took the usual route through Bolton, past the array of TV aerials on Winter Hill, and down the busy Preston Road, arriving in Blackpool about an hour and a half later. My grandparents lived near Stanley Park, a huge park we used to visit a lot.
My grandfather...
We took the usual route through Bolton, past the array of TV aerials on Winter Hill, and down the busy Preston Road, arriving in Blackpool about an hour and a half later. My grandparents lived near Stanley Park, a huge park we used to visit a lot.
My grandfather...
#childhood
#family
#religion #memories
#religion #memories
22 reads
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ravibabygirl
Poem Published
4th Apr 2021 2:31am
4th Apr 2021 2:31am
no justice
i think this topic should be talked about
im still haunted even if im awake or in my dreams
where you wish you can scream to get out
so please hear me out by all means
any type of sexual abuse is bad
you cant just one day forget it never happened
just because it was only molestation should i be glad
i am saddened
there is something that was token for me over and over again
indifferent situations its like they get their realse
they dont see this wrong that their committing a sin
its like im a cake and they just want a piece...
im still haunted even if im awake or in my dreams
where you wish you can scream to get out
so please hear me out by all means
any type of sexual abuse is bad
you cant just one day forget it never happened
just because it was only molestation should i be glad
i am saddened
there is something that was token for me over and over again
indifferent situations its like they get their realse
they dont see this wrong that their committing a sin
its like im a cake and they just want a piece...
#childhood
#abuse
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Razzerleaf
Poem Published
29th Mar 2021 8:57pm
29th Mar 2021 8:57pm
Jamaica Inn
Five years between us, and still sharing a bedroom. I stared at the blue and white wave patterns in my brother's candlewick bedspread, they seemed to move like the ocean in the half-light of our small bedroom.
"Go on, please tell me the story again".
"Piss off and go to sleep, it's two in the fucking morning and we are leaving at four you little fucker".
"Keith, wake up, time to go".
Dad had turned off the heating and the water. I wrote the note for the milk man and drew a small 'Kilroy was here' in the corner. It was still dark outside as I climbed into...
"Go on, please tell me the story again".
"Piss off and go to sleep, it's two in the fucking morning and we are leaving at four you little fucker".
"Keith, wake up, time to go".
Dad had turned off the heating and the water. I wrote the note for the milk man and drew a small 'Kilroy was here' in the corner. It was still dark outside as I climbed into...
#childhood
#beach
#holiday #travel
#holiday #travel
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xXxDarkKittyxXx
Poem Published
28th Mar 2021 00:30am
28th Mar 2021 00:30am
Caged Bird
Lonely little girl please come out and play.
I know about the words with which you cannot say.
Caught within a loop, one you did not make
Although it isn't fair it's very hard to break.
Let me hold you tight, open up the cage.
I'll dry away your tears and help you bare the weight.
Hang on little bird your wings will grow strong.
Many notes we shall hear for your life is a song.
(unfinished works)
I know about the words with which you cannot say.
Caught within a loop, one you did not make
Although it isn't fair it's very hard to break.
Let me hold you tight, open up the cage.
I'll dry away your tears and help you bare the weight.
Hang on little bird your wings will grow strong.
Many notes we shall hear for your life is a song.
(unfinished works)
#strength
#forgiveness
#childhood
#birds
#TimeHeals
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theyrejustwords
Poem Published
25th Mar 2021 8:33pm
25th Mar 2021 8:33pm
cables
the gentle rumble of the car
shakes the metal bottle in the cup holder
next to my mom’s elbow.
when the asphalt switches to cement
there’s a drowning hum that
lifts me from my thoughts.
must be a bridge.
the leather seats are cold.
but I’m the perfect height to take up
all the space they have to offer.
slowly
as if not at all
the black cables
through the window
above my feet
snake across the sky.
below the sun’s reach I’m
imbued in being
nowhere in particular.
shakes the metal bottle in the cup holder
next to my mom’s elbow.
when the asphalt switches to cement
there’s a drowning hum that
lifts me from my thoughts.
must be a bridge.
the leather seats are cold.
but I’m the perfect height to take up
all the space they have to offer.
slowly
as if not at all
the black cables
through the window
above my feet
snake across the sky.
below the sun’s reach I’m
imbued in being
nowhere in particular.
#childhood
#sky
#cars
#escape
#nostalgia
31 reads
4 Comments
Razzerleaf
Poem Published
23rd Mar 2021 8:31pm
23rd Mar 2021 8:31pm
Seedlings
The un-used drive could make you gasp,
self-seeded Columbine, burst through cracks,
rampant now, since mother passed.
Alone she stares with radio two
egg on toast and an infused brew.
A little girl on holiday from school,
collecting petals could seem cruel,
stealing colour is against the rules.
Delicate heads to a mechanical claw
further than planned, greedy for more.
Lost to the beauty of the purple pink shower,
didn’t hear the door, won’t be missed for hours,
Tesco bags stuffed with intricate flowers,
oh don't be...
self-seeded Columbine, burst through cracks,
rampant now, since mother passed.
Alone she stares with radio two
egg on toast and an infused brew.
A little girl on holiday from school,
collecting petals could seem cruel,
stealing colour is against the rules.
Delicate heads to a mechanical claw
further than planned, greedy for more.
Lost to the beauty of the purple pink shower,
didn’t hear the door, won’t be missed for hours,
Tesco bags stuffed with intricate flowers,
oh don't be...
#childhood
#friendship
#aging #gratitude
#aging #gratitude
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Simon_III_Msibi
Mandla Msibi
Mandla Msibi
Poem Published
9th Mar 2021 8:38am
9th Mar 2021 8:38am
As I Am
I generally have a weird memory. I tend to forget things easily then out of the blue remember something even details which people overlook. It's like unless I need it, I don't remember it. Unlike people who remember everything all the time.
However one thing has stuck around with me. I don't remember the full conversation but I remember my mother blurting 'Just stop being anti-social'.
I was in my early years of high school but the words stuck around.
Then there's my father, to use a high school analogy, he is a 'cool kid'. In fact he was very popular in...
However one thing has stuck around with me. I don't remember the full conversation but I remember my mother blurting 'Just stop being anti-social'.
I was in my early years of high school but the words stuck around.
Then there's my father, to use a high school analogy, he is a 'cool kid'. In fact he was very popular in...
#childhood
#family
#memories
#SelfReflection
#SelfWorth
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Keushwalker
Poem Published
5th Mar 2021 5:09am
5th Mar 2021 5:09am
My Yellow Shoes
Well they used to be yellow,
But have now turned to a faded,
Bleak brown. I put those
Shoes through mud, grass, blood,
And not even I know what else.
Now, they sit in my closet, until the day
I decide throw them out.
They sit there gathering dust
With all my other clothes that are too small
Or that are simply worn out,
And of no more use,
Yet I am still unable to get rid of.
But have now turned to a faded,
Bleak brown. I put those
Shoes through mud, grass, blood,
And not even I know what else.
Now, they sit in my closet, until the day
I decide throw them out.
They sit there gathering dust
With all my other clothes that are too small
Or that are simply worn out,
And of no more use,
Yet I am still unable to get rid of.
#childhood
#memories
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