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
Poem Published
18th Jan 2021 11:40pm
18th Jan 2021 11:40pm
WHAT MADE YOU STRONGER
It's funny how sometimes that what we once lived through sometimes, has a way of creeping back into our lives when we least expect it. Due to the misconception that we have become blinded by false accusations. But sometimes that is the real reality of our lives basically, as it is and how it feels of what our life is like through our own eyes. For we didn't chose the life we live and still had to learn to adjust, to situations that affects the very roots of our faith and trust in someone else. Who gave us birth into life's existences as young people's of the world, even though we are born...
#birth
#childhood
#death
#fate
#aging
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BigG
Poem Published
18th Jan 2021 10:29pm
18th Jan 2021 10:29pm
Shit mum
A mother's love
Should always be,
So why did you say
You hated me.
I Sat on the bench
With tears in my eyes,
All I could see
was Froth at your mouth.
The anger you'd spew
Upon that young boy,
Just seemed to grow
Like a rolling snowball,
Now as a man
Still wondering why
You made that poor boy
Quiver and cry.
Lack of emotions
Has bode well
Maybe I'll cry again.
When you go rot in hell.
Should always be,
So why did you say
You hated me.
I Sat on the bench
With tears in my eyes,
All I could see
was Froth at your mouth.
The anger you'd spew
Upon that young boy,
Just seemed to grow
Like a rolling snowball,
Now as a man
Still wondering why
You made that poor boy
Quiver and cry.
Lack of emotions
Has bode well
Maybe I'll cry again.
When you go rot in hell.
#loneliness
#rejection
#mother #childhood
#mother #childhood
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dartford
Paul S...
Paul S...
Poem Published
14th Jan 2021 1:43am
14th Jan 2021 1:43am
unhappy kid
kept himself to himself that seemed best not to say what
he felt like he needed the rest to play ball somewhere else
he felt like he needed the rest to play ball somewhere else
#childhood
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RiAN
Poem Published
13th Jan 2021 1:26pm
13th Jan 2021 1:26pm
visions of Eudoxia
Solemnly
vast silence paints ashlike
dragonflied discoveries
chalk chasms scratching
over the black writingboard.
I write in confinement , a pledged vow
righteousness riots perfection pauses
I sigh an elephant's sigh a dancing letter
when I look at her I see a dark crow
We call her Eudoxia
Her prowling eyes enter me
tightening their stanglehold
I remember her words
the ring on her finger
tapping against
a window
we stood paired
in straight lines
You would feel her hand
twisting...
vast silence paints ashlike
dragonflied discoveries
chalk chasms scratching
over the black writingboard.
I write in confinement , a pledged vow
righteousness riots perfection pauses
I sigh an elephant's sigh a dancing letter
when I look at her I see a dark crow
We call her Eudoxia
Her prowling eyes enter me
tightening their stanglehold
I remember her words
the ring on her finger
tapping against
a window
we stood paired
in straight lines
You would feel her hand
twisting...
#dark
#childhood
#religion #memories
#religion #memories
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Stoney223
Poem Published
12th Jan 2021 10:38am
12th Jan 2021 10:38am
ISN'T IT WORTH IT TO YOU
Here within this transcending realm of darkness and light I walk aimlessly, through the tunnel vision walking towards the end. As though it held the question to all my answers, yet having me feeling lost at the same time feeling trap deep within the subconsciousness of the madness and insanity. As if I was hypnotize by the illuminations of darkness, seen through my own set of eyes looking into abyss of the dark. Just drawing me even more deeper into the depth of the darkness. But I find myself thinking more deeply on this stimulating, journey and travel and walk of silent in the deepness of...
#birth
#childhood
#death
#fate
#LifeAsAWriter
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Lozzamus
Poem Published
7th Jan 2021 9:30pm
7th Jan 2021 9:30pm
A Christmas Alone (not memoir)
Yesterday when Max’s card came, I genuinely thought I was going to lose control of my emotions after three years of keeping them bottled up inside, safe where no one could access them. Tears blinded my vision and I wanted to scream and keep on screaming. I wanted to shove soil down my throat and choke on it or lie on the ground and shout like a nutter.
I hurried out to the store and purchased a bottle of whisky, nearly drinking it in one of the concrete shelters on the seafront for numbness sake, alone in the freezing cold with my memories of better things for company. But...
I hurried out to the store and purchased a bottle of whisky, nearly drinking it in one of the concrete shelters on the seafront for numbness sake, alone in the freezing cold with my memories of better things for company. But...
#loneliness
#childhood
#family
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plexus
Poem Published
5th Jan 2021 7:36pm
5th Jan 2021 7:36pm
Smaller Still
In smaller places
like closed cupboard doors
like between the washer and dryer
where McDuff got stuck
the dog of crooked ears and tail
of whimpers and runtism
in small places
like tunnels
near those tennis courts and the creek
like tunnels
the dear made in forsythia bushes
in this years sunken behind
like saggy skin
small enough
for me and Sarah
for me and Eliza
for Caroline and I
an orangey bloomy spring
the wide ride
through neighbor Bobs sprinklers ...
like closed cupboard doors
like between the washer and dryer
where McDuff got stuck
the dog of crooked ears and tail
of whimpers and runtism
in small places
like tunnels
near those tennis courts and the creek
like tunnels
the dear made in forsythia bushes
in this years sunken behind
like saggy skin
small enough
for me and Sarah
for me and Eliza
for Caroline and I
an orangey bloomy spring
the wide ride
through neighbor Bobs sprinklers ...
#childhood
#identity
#memories
#myself
#SelfDiscovery
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Ahavati
Poem Published
1st Jan 2021 11:55pm
1st Jan 2021 11:55pm
The Ecstasy of Gold II
Arrival from Heathrow Airport, England
—Atlantic City International Airport,
New Jersey, 1974, 03:00 Hours
The brown station wagon
bulleted southward
becoming a très grande vitesse
through sleeping suberbs and cities
Comets of street-lights
illuminated dirty windows
where I pretended to sleep
cradled in an incubator of glass—
a rusted, oil-leaking nest
There's no lullaby
like rubbered-asphalt
between dark routes
of small, uknown towns
cigarettes glowing
between parental...
—Atlantic City International Airport,
New Jersey, 1974, 03:00 Hours
The brown station wagon
bulleted southward
becoming a très grande vitesse
through sleeping suberbs and cities
Comets of street-lights
illuminated dirty windows
where I pretended to sleep
cradled in an incubator of glass—
a rusted, oil-leaking nest
There's no lullaby
like rubbered-asphalt
between dark routes
of small, uknown towns
cigarettes glowing
between parental...
#childhood
#food
#memories
#separation
#rebellion
102 reads
23 Comments
Strangeways_Rob
Poem Published
30th Dec 2020 11:20pm
30th Dec 2020 11:20pm
Once in the Wood on Fire
As kids we discovered a ramshackle wooden hut deep in the woods, seemingly an occasional refuge for the homeless. Over the years, it’s become apparent that the hut had remained in our psyche. I sometimes wonder who paints the glasses rose-coloured? This is the tale of Mandy who was to abandon housewife suburbia for glitz & glamour of crack! She was found corpsed in pools of vomit & shit & piss. Oh, the glamour indeed!
Amen! To the reverence of
Skipping ropes and Rubik’s cubes,
Hide and thy shall seek the
Glory of the Lord-of-the-Flies.
Listen...
Amen! To the reverence of
Skipping ropes and Rubik’s cubes,
Hide and thy shall seek the
Glory of the Lord-of-the-Flies.
Listen...
#childhood
#fate
#memories
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3 Comments
Stoney223
Poem Published
26th Dec 2020 5:07pm
26th Dec 2020 5:07pm
SECRETS OF A YOUNG MIND
BEFORE I BEGIN THIS STORY AS A WRITER WHETHER YOU READ IT AS FRICTION OR NON FRICTION, IT IS SOMETHING THAT I FELT IT NECESSARY TO SPEAK ABOUT AS IT IS CALLED ABUSE FROM SECRETS OF A YOUNG MIND...I feel so ashame and hurt at the same time having me vision over and over again in my mind, what's it's been like these pass few years that seems like it was only just yesterday. When I myself was young and innocent as a child should be growing into there own. Yet I sit here and hide my face behind my hands to block out the images, that still walks through the stairway and gateways of my thoughts...
#childhood
#abuse
#FeelingLost
#suffering
#FeelingTrapped
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oskar
Poem Published
19th Dec 2020 10:32am
19th Dec 2020 10:32am
a better time
A better time
We bought a Christmas tree it has snow on
and is a very green tree, greener than the real ones
like those in the forest lit up by trivial stars and
waiting for snow.
With our new tree, you switch on a button and there will be light.
There was a time my father went into the forest and chopped a tree
and took it home on his bike.
The forest was near before now it is miles away.
Tiny candles placed on the outer branches we had to keep an eye on them.
It was a busy night for the fire- department.
Our tree took fire, my...
We bought a Christmas tree it has snow on
and is a very green tree, greener than the real ones
like those in the forest lit up by trivial stars and
waiting for snow.
With our new tree, you switch on a button and there will be light.
There was a time my father went into the forest and chopped a tree
and took it home on his bike.
The forest was near before now it is miles away.
Tiny candles placed on the outer branches we had to keep an eye on them.
It was a busy night for the fire- department.
Our tree took fire, my...
#birth
#childhood
#aging #LookingForLove
#aging #LookingForLove
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adagio
Poem Published
19th Dec 2020 00:51am
19th Dec 2020 00:51am
Whispering To Oil Can Harry
Leaving the echoes to child's play. Whispering to Oil Can Harry. Wondering why granny didn't come home last night. I didn't know that chickens had such big bones. "Why is my Sharpie running red? Why is my jack-in-the-box, playing dead?" Wondering why I get excited about touching myself. "Will it really stunt my growth? "Why are Gumby's eyes following me?" Thinking that those bones were Pokey's. "But! why is my Sharpie running red?"
#childhood
#dreams
#nightmares
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