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.
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Camp Counselor Crush
Camp Counselor Crush
Summer in New Orleans was artichokes dipped in sour cream, plantains ripening in the backyard, and ready to be fried by Mom in a skillet to sweeten my boyish tongue with tropical flavors that summoned the Tarzan in my heart. When Mom baked baklava in the oven the scent was as sweet as the smile of the ladies who strolled the streets of the neighborhood on their evening walks wearing scarves like the Turkish maidens in the pictures from the village of Yalova on the shores of the Sea of Marmara that I only saw in slides from my Dad’s projector.
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Summer in New Orleans was artichokes dipped in sour cream, plantains ripening in the backyard, and ready to be fried by Mom in a skillet to sweeten my boyish tongue with tropical flavors that summoned the Tarzan in my heart. When Mom baked baklava in the oven the scent was as sweet as the smile of the ladies who strolled the streets of the neighborhood on their evening walks wearing scarves like the Turkish maidens in the pictures from the village of Yalova on the shores of the Sea of Marmara that I only saw in slides from my Dad’s projector.
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#mother
#women
#childhood
#crush
#son
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Life Inside a bedspread
It started in the half-light,
too cold to accept morning
waiting for footsteps on the stairs,
someone else to set the fire.
I stared into the deep weave
of my candlewick blue waves.
The threads opened as I fell through
landing soft and sickly, coughing
away my school days.
All left behind as my travels began,
chased and often eaten by giant dust mites,
sailing rivers of spilt milk on rafts of cornflakes,
running for cover in showers of spittle.
I became the map reader of myself
counting to...
too cold to accept morning
waiting for footsteps on the stairs,
someone else to set the fire.
I stared into the deep weave
of my candlewick blue waves.
The threads opened as I fell through
landing soft and sickly, coughing
away my school days.
All left behind as my travels began,
chased and often eaten by giant dust mites,
sailing rivers of spilt milk on rafts of cornflakes,
running for cover in showers of spittle.
I became the map reader of myself
counting to...
#childhood
#LifeStruggles
#illness
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Buttercup Wishes
We were kids
Enamored with fables
Stories of princesses
Taken into the arms of princes
And the lure of
Buttercup wishes
Laying in grass
Nose to nose
We wished upon a flower
With sunshine in her petals
The color of butter our goal
We crossed fingers and toes
As the gentle morning breeze
Rustled through our hair
Gleeful laughter escaped
And dreams were granted
Enamored with fables
Stories of princesses
Taken into the arms of princes
And the lure of
Buttercup wishes
Laying in grass
Nose to nose
We wished upon a flower
With sunshine in her petals
The color of butter our goal
We crossed fingers and toes
As the gentle morning breeze
Rustled through our hair
Gleeful laughter escaped
And dreams were granted
#happiness
#sister
#childhood #flowers
#childhood #flowers
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The Other Is A Sleep
why am i here i ask
denied of a reply
making money the only task
taxed until the day i die
what is the meaning?
in the simplest terms
i keep on dreaming
without significant returns
i’m not surprised to find
that the world was rigged
open doors in my mind
it was my heart i gigged
numbed in the pale silence
current demons are encrypted
we kindly invite violence
while coming off as fake or scripted
another random, Tuesday
visiting the familiar voices
reminded of the role i play
the weight...
denied of a reply
making money the only task
taxed until the day i die
what is the meaning?
in the simplest terms
i keep on dreaming
without significant returns
i’m not surprised to find
that the world was rigged
open doors in my mind
it was my heart i gigged
numbed in the pale silence
current demons are encrypted
we kindly invite violence
while coming off as fake or scripted
another random, Tuesday
visiting the familiar voices
reminded of the role i play
the weight...
#childhood
#death
#LifeCycle #aging
#LifeCycle #aging
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An experience
Days back numbered
Now a haze
Crazy days
Of sunshine and flowers
Grass heads unnumbered
Sudden showers
Heavy mists laden
Waking to faces
That formed in the branches
Silent black bug that
watched from the water
Clicking in the rafters
Time slips in the boulders
Not hearing voices shout louder
From the dead mans bush
Night time stars humming
To the extinct forest vibration
Ancestral bones in caves
rattle in frustration
Behind waterfalls
Albino insects decorate nests ...
Now a haze
Crazy days
Of sunshine and flowers
Grass heads unnumbered
Sudden showers
Heavy mists laden
Waking to faces
That formed in the branches
Silent black bug that
watched from the water
Clicking in the rafters
Time slips in the boulders
Not hearing voices shout louder
From the dead mans bush
Night time stars humming
To the extinct forest vibration
Ancestral bones in caves
rattle in frustration
Behind waterfalls
Albino insects decorate nests ...
#childhood
#dreams
#memories
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Childhood Daydreams
With the beginning of light
when my thoughts coalesced
my daydreams took flight
with many bright wishes
living between the desires
and the stark reality
loving the vivid imaginings
always zoning into the fictional world
surrealistic colourful scenes
drummed up by a lonely child
of dresses of a princess
cut out from the blue skies
visual arts with vibrant paints
on the doors to magical worlds
where all edibles were present
on many laden tables
laying down on a field
where...
when my thoughts coalesced
my daydreams took flight
with many bright wishes
living between the desires
and the stark reality
loving the vivid imaginings
always zoning into the fictional world
surrealistic colourful scenes
drummed up by a lonely child
of dresses of a princess
cut out from the blue skies
visual arts with vibrant paints
on the doors to magical worlds
where all edibles were present
on many laden tables
laying down on a field
where...
#childhood
#dreams
#memories
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I Saw A Mirage Of Myself
I was walking
I had a bag of saltwater taffy
Grape
The only good one
(Fight me)
And I saw this tiny shoe
On the side of the bridge
I don’t know why I got so sad when I saw it
A reminiscence of childhood?
That child still has the illusion
Of peace and quiet
Of a wonderful world
Where they are the president
And they are giving everybody candy
My dreams were always so full
But soon enough ...
I had a bag of saltwater taffy
Grape
The only good one
(Fight me)
And I saw this tiny shoe
On the side of the bridge
I don’t know why I got so sad when I saw it
A reminiscence of childhood?
That child still has the illusion
Of peace and quiet
Of a wonderful world
Where they are the president
And they are giving everybody candy
My dreams were always so full
But soon enough ...
#childhood
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I’m Sorry, Goodbye
Remember the one who fell off a roof
Of a child’s play house
Got stitches in her foot
Who had traumatic experiences
That you didn’t understand
Until you experienced them yourself
But we left each other
Till you met
The one who had massively
Beautiful curly hair
And held you while you cried
You don’t remember who left
But you met
The one who made you watch
All the movies with Zac Efron
While we sang our hearts out
Dreaming of a life unachievable
After leaving, you met ...
Of a child’s play house
Got stitches in her foot
Who had traumatic experiences
That you didn’t understand
Until you experienced them yourself
But we left each other
Till you met
The one who had massively
Beautiful curly hair
And held you while you cried
You don’t remember who left
But you met
The one who made you watch
All the movies with Zac Efron
While we sang our hearts out
Dreaming of a life unachievable
After leaving, you met ...
#childhood
#friendship
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Hell bent for leather
I was there when you had nowt,
as hard as the streets
split dry cracks down the backs
drinking dubbin
like half time oranges.
You where ashamed to take me out
I saw those molded smirks.
The painted laughter of three white stripes
washed away on wet grass,
you left me in the dark, dirty and damp.
I understood the lure of soft and supply,
the flash of colour, always a substitute,
but I had my time,
the speedy tap dance of leather to leather
a trawlers catch...
as hard as the streets
split dry cracks down the backs
drinking dubbin
like half time oranges.
You where ashamed to take me out
I saw those molded smirks.
The painted laughter of three white stripes
washed away on wet grass,
you left me in the dark, dirty and damp.
I understood the lure of soft and supply,
the flash of colour, always a substitute,
but I had my time,
the speedy tap dance of leather to leather
a trawlers catch...
#childhood
#memories
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Pieces and Reasons
#childhood
#abuse
#memories #suffering
#memories #suffering
81 reads
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Lacy’s First Day
#sadness
#dark
#childhood
#death
#bullying
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Core Wound
Mommy?!
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Please talk to me Mommy!
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Mommy?!
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Minutes drag on like hours
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Please Mommy!!!
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Don't turn a deaf ear to me!
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Speak just one word! Please!!!
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Screaming silence echoes from the walls
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Mommy???
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I will be a good girl! I promise!
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Mommy...
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Please talk to me Mommy!
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Mommy?!
...
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Minutes drag on like hours
...
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Please Mommy!!!
...
...
Don't turn a deaf ear to me!
...
...
Speak just one word! Please!!!
...
...
Screaming silence echoes from the walls
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Mommy???
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I will be a good girl! I promise!
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Mommy...
#mother
#childhood
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