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.
Casted_Runes
Mr Karswell
Mr Karswell
Poem Published
Yesterday 9:17pm
Yesterday 9:17pm
the dying in us all
i realise too late
(for youth and childhood)
the hardest emotion to feel
the thing i always fought against
and that which kept out all
was love, forgiveness.
how i imagined killing you
so many times
of making you afraid
as you made me
when round your own son’s neck
you placed your hands
and held him fast across the bath
the tap running, running.
i thought of stabbing you to death
of breaking your skull with a chair
and feeling pleasure on
the consummation of that act
approaching sensuality. ...
(for youth and childhood)
the hardest emotion to feel
the thing i always fought against
and that which kept out all
was love, forgiveness.
how i imagined killing you
so many times
of making you afraid
as you made me
when round your own son’s neck
you placed your hands
and held him fast across the bath
the tap running, running.
i thought of stabbing you to death
of breaking your skull with a chair
and feeling pleasure on
the consummation of that act
approaching sensuality. ...
#abuse
#childhood
#forgiveness #love
#forgiveness #love
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Gahddess_Worship
Poem Published
Yesterday 5:12am
Yesterday 5:12am
Pre-Web Years: Browser
Browsing for knowledge
as a child of the 1970's
was a magical sensorial adventure
the most up-to-date data,
at my fingertips,
current to the early sixties,
made all the more accessible
on the lowest bookshelf
in a 100 pound collection
of Coliers Encyclopedias,
such a whimsical word
for an eight-year-old to say
On any given Summer's day
I'd forego outside play
and in my PJ's stay
selecting one of the hefty,
black, red-labeled tomes
their alphabetical range
in gold letters on the...
as a child of the 1970's
was a magical sensorial adventure
the most up-to-date data,
at my fingertips,
current to the early sixties,
made all the more accessible
on the lowest bookshelf
in a 100 pound collection
of Coliers Encyclopedias,
such a whimsical word
for an eight-year-old to say
On any given Summer's day
I'd forego outside play
and in my PJ's stay
selecting one of the hefty,
black, red-labeled tomes
their alphabetical range
in gold letters on the...
#books
#childhood
#learning #memories
#learning #memories
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Indie
Miss Indie
Miss Indie
Poem Published
24th Apr 2025 3:17am
24th Apr 2025 3:17am
by the ocean with you
Delicate breezes
ruffle blonde sea-salted hair
cool wind on warm skin
You smile like the ocean
infinity exhales
Memories live here
made of sweet sunlit bubbles
and pure smiles
Let me take some photographs
pin down all these small moments
I want this to last
beyond sunset's warm goodbye
today's history
Eyes closed, I breathe everything
I cannot capture today
ruffle blonde sea-salted hair
cool wind on warm skin
You smile like the ocean
infinity exhales
Memories live here
made of sweet sunlit bubbles
and pure smiles
Let me take some photographs
pin down all these small moments
I want this to last
beyond sunset's warm goodbye
today's history
Eyes closed, I breathe everything
I cannot capture today
#childhood
#family
#love
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crimsin
Unveiling
Unveiling
Poem Published
18th Apr 2025 5:07pm
18th Apr 2025 5:07pm
unconditional
Sorrowful grace today was hopeful
Visiting my kids for Easter
a road trip out of town
would brighten my mood
Back to my hometown
Good memories of my childhood
playing all summer and climbing trees
riding bikes and hanging out with friends
My hometown was much safer then
It's becoming a bigger city now
and rife with danger
There are still pockets of good neighborhoods
My mom lives in one of these
The houses literally look like the Brady Bunch house
The block seems stuck in the sixties ...
Visiting my kids for Easter
a road trip out of town
would brighten my mood
Back to my hometown
Good memories of my childhood
playing all summer and climbing trees
riding bikes and hanging out with friends
My hometown was much safer then
It's becoming a bigger city now
and rife with danger
There are still pockets of good neighborhoods
My mom lives in one of these
The houses literally look like the Brady Bunch house
The block seems stuck in the sixties ...
#childhood
#daughter
#family #love
#family #love
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Nevermindthegaps
Poem Published
16th Apr 2025 5:16am
16th Apr 2025 5:16am
And I wait (ramble stream of consciousness forth coming)
I know when we found the coins to scrape together
to put you on that flight you would
have the time of your life
the snippets of the man you will become
touching at the corners of your eyes
when you coached your sisters soccer team at 13
and even now when your walk through the yard
the little ones treat you like a rockstar
and they brag that
you
you with the smart mouth and foul language
you who we have seen naked and cold
and broken and scared
are their hero
and my daughters brag about you
being...
to put you on that flight you would
have the time of your life
the snippets of the man you will become
touching at the corners of your eyes
when you coached your sisters soccer team at 13
and even now when your walk through the yard
the little ones treat you like a rockstar
and they brag that
you
you with the smart mouth and foul language
you who we have seen naked and cold
and broken and scared
are their hero
and my daughters brag about you
being...
#childhood
#fatherhood
#son
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brokentitanium
k.
k.
Poem Published
16th Apr 2025 00:27am
16th Apr 2025 00:27am
Me, Part 4: Entropy
I was eight years old
when we moved 1000km from home
for dad’s sabbatical.
As far as I can tell,
that’s the year everything went
sideways.
There were good things.
The loft in the open-plan classroom,
where I decorated the cover of my weekly workbook
in wild rainbow colours,
completing lessons as an afterthought
each Friday afternoon.
And Anne –
dramatic, precocious, unpopular;
I adored her brazen light.
We were inseparable
and...
when we moved 1000km from home
for dad’s sabbatical.
As far as I can tell,
that’s the year everything went
sideways.
There were good things.
The loft in the open-plan classroom,
where I decorated the cover of my weekly workbook
in wild rainbow colours,
completing lessons as an afterthought
each Friday afternoon.
And Anne –
dramatic, precocious, unpopular;
I adored her brazen light.
We were inseparable
and...
#abuse
#childhood
#confessional #memories
#confessional #memories
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Nevermindthegaps
Poem Published
11th Apr 2025 12:27pm
11th Apr 2025 12:27pm
I Worry Boy
once we were warriors filled
with fierce pride
banging our fists to chest
we would shake with the need to bleed
or make bleed
we were men that knew the language of protection
we were men that knew the language of love
toward our family
that knew how to nurture
our hard curbed by their soft
but
warped by booze
violence turned inward
we directed hate at ourselves
letting it spill over our loved ones
and our pride
died
became a curse
cheap piss and beer breath ...
with fierce pride
banging our fists to chest
we would shake with the need to bleed
or make bleed
we were men that knew the language of protection
we were men that knew the language of love
toward our family
that knew how to nurture
our hard curbed by their soft
but
warped by booze
violence turned inward
we directed hate at ourselves
letting it spill over our loved ones
and our pride
died
became a curse
cheap piss and beer breath ...
#childhood
#memories
#parent #son
#parent #son
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Gahddess_Worship
Poem Published
11th Apr 2025 5:19am
11th Apr 2025 5:19am
Suburban Huck Finn -1
Three blocks from my childhood home
runs Los Alamitos Creek
a sylvatic, kids paradise
the shoreline choked
with stands of twenty-five foot bamboo.
punctuated by large sycamores
one with a tire swing attached
wearing cut-off jeans
we'd sail over the seven-foot, ice cold swim'n hole
with a woooo hooo we'd let go.
along the shallows
crawdad and minnow fishing
was the sport of choice
strictly catch and release
the water was tainted with quicksilver, mercury
so what we caught we couldn't eat.
runs Los Alamitos Creek
a sylvatic, kids paradise
the shoreline choked
with stands of twenty-five foot bamboo.
punctuated by large sycamores
one with a tire swing attached
wearing cut-off jeans
we'd sail over the seven-foot, ice cold swim'n hole
with a woooo hooo we'd let go.
along the shallows
crawdad and minnow fishing
was the sport of choice
strictly catch and release
the water was tainted with quicksilver, mercury
so what we caught we couldn't eat.
#childhood
#happiness
#nature
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Tallen
earth_empath
earth_empath
Poem Published
10th Apr 2025 11:26am
10th Apr 2025 11:26am
Amelioration @ ten
10/30
Amelioration @ ten
If only I could’ve waved the magic wand
pulled from a Ten year old’s imagination
Believing god or the cosmos placed me
reincarnated for a tort in a previous
existence
In anguish, fear….. pain ----
increasingly mental emotional damage
wishing, O how I wished daily for release
anything to improve my life
Thinking the first born must be
the (an) example
the experimental child
reasons for the physical tortures
so siblings would toe the line
Hence, swallowing a...
Amelioration @ ten
If only I could’ve waved the magic wand
pulled from a Ten year old’s imagination
Believing god or the cosmos placed me
reincarnated for a tort in a previous
existence
In anguish, fear….. pain ----
increasingly mental emotional damage
wishing, O how I wished daily for release
anything to improve my life
Thinking the first born must be
the (an) example
the experimental child
reasons for the physical tortures
so siblings would toe the line
Hence, swallowing a...
#childhood
#father
#God
#SelfHarm
#universe
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brokentitanium
k.
k.
Poem Published
9th Apr 2025 3:03am
9th Apr 2025 3:03am
Me, Part 3: Swim team and Mrs Lee
In those days,
really little kids were allowed to walk places
alone.
It must have taken at least a half-hour
to get to the pool.
Morning practice and lessons,
home for lunch,
then back all afternoon for free swim and another practice –
What a glorious life
for two months of the year!
The rest of the time
was more like jail or a morgue.
Mrs Lee kept the curtains closed tight
lest children get distracted
by signs of life.
Obviously not content with her existence,
she was determined to take us...
really little kids were allowed to walk places
alone.
It must have taken at least a half-hour
to get to the pool.
Morning practice and lessons,
home for lunch,
then back all afternoon for free swim and another practice –
What a glorious life
for two months of the year!
The rest of the time
was more like jail or a morgue.
Mrs Lee kept the curtains closed tight
lest children get distracted
by signs of life.
Obviously not content with her existence,
she was determined to take us...
#childhood
#memories
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Gahddess_Worship
Poem Published
8th Apr 2025 5:13pm
8th Apr 2025 5:13pm
Treasured Scents
Lit match ignites incense stick
sandalwood aroma
wafts over my face
fond and mysterious
childhood memory incites
What was the prevalent fragrance
In my grandparents' home?
In the sacred smoke
a mystery made known
when mixed with the scent-remembrance
of coffee percolating in a pot
inviting boyish morning glee
contemplating what days adventure might be
Or paired with ginger snaps
baking in the oven
I remember grandma’s smile
as I bit into the warm, spicy cookie
secret ingredient, lots of love’n ...
sandalwood aroma
wafts over my face
fond and mysterious
childhood memory incites
What was the prevalent fragrance
In my grandparents' home?
In the sacred smoke
a mystery made known
when mixed with the scent-remembrance
of coffee percolating in a pot
inviting boyish morning glee
contemplating what days adventure might be
Or paired with ginger snaps
baking in the oven
I remember grandma’s smile
as I bit into the warm, spicy cookie
secret ingredient, lots of love’n ...
#childhood
#family
#happiness #memories
#happiness #memories
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brokentitanium
k.
k.
Poem Published
4th Apr 2025 00:53am
4th Apr 2025 00:53am
Me, Part Two: Melville Street
memories
pinned loosely to
a place
and therefore to
a time
nestled briefly between
first sentience and the meddling of adults
Random still frames:
feral preschoolers
grass stains, sidewalk scrapes
raw hotdog snack on the tire swing
wood bugs under rocks
the soft lap of Mrs. Cookie
Joey on his trike mostly naked
Best friend Rowan, my hero
wilder than her fiery hair
she spat at my mother!
She confided that she was a boy
and I nodded
yeah, of course
And that...
pinned loosely to
a place
and therefore to
a time
nestled briefly between
first sentience and the meddling of adults
Random still frames:
feral preschoolers
grass stains, sidewalk scrapes
raw hotdog snack on the tire swing
wood bugs under rocks
the soft lap of Mrs. Cookie
Joey on his trike mostly naked
Best friend Rowan, my hero
wilder than her fiery hair
she spat at my mother!
She confided that she was a boy
and I nodded
yeah, of course
And that...
#childhood
#friendship
#happiness
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