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
Poem Published
14th May 2022 1:33pm
14th May 2022 1:33pm
The Words That You Say First and Last
Your suicide note has always stuck with me,
as though I'd pinned it to a corkboard
and carried that board around.
Even when I'd forgotten your name
I knew the lettering, vaguely:
Zell... Zell-ar... Zell-er...
Jim or Rob, or Bob. Or Bill.
It's been years now,
over ten years since you died,
and even then I was jealous of you,
with your fancy career in IT.
That is the crucible, I think:
that objectives and goals
and even successes are nought
without knowing the reasons why,
are never...
as though I'd pinned it to a corkboard
and carried that board around.
Even when I'd forgotten your name
I knew the lettering, vaguely:
Zell... Zell-ar... Zell-er...
Jim or Rob, or Bob. Or Bill.
It's been years now,
over ten years since you died,
and even then I was jealous of you,
with your fancy career in IT.
That is the crucible, I think:
that objectives and goals
and even successes are nought
without knowing the reasons why,
are never...
#childhood
#suicide
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Hayleeh82
Haylee
Haylee
Poem Published
14th May 2022 9:43am
14th May 2022 9:43am
Reconnected
we were kids back then
Thinking we Knew everything
Going though Life
we created memories
learned aboud each other
Only to realize its not right
Moving on and growing old
Time can be a great thing
It can also be painful
In our case it was both
we grew up to pe adults
Able tO learn about ourselves
We went rough things we never thought
pushing us to the limit
Over coming them alone
Only to be surprised
Time letting two reconnect
Strangers due to growing up
Yet familiar and safe
Only time will tell ...
Thinking we Knew everything
Going though Life
we created memories
learned aboud each other
Only to realize its not right
Moving on and growing old
Time can be a great thing
It can also be painful
In our case it was both
we grew up to pe adults
Able tO learn about ourselves
We went rough things we never thought
pushing us to the limit
Over coming them alone
Only to be surprised
Time letting two reconnect
Strangers due to growing up
Yet familiar and safe
Only time will tell ...
#teens
#childhood
#memories
#TimeHeals
#FirstLove
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Wired6
Poem Published
11th May 2022 8:07pm
11th May 2022 8:07pm
School Of Children.
What is it about children and puddles.
Where they
Huff and puff
And stomp and
Spam and stand
And run into puddles
On the ground
Jumping up and down
Around and around
In puddles
The delight on their face is masterful.
And what is it about children and pigeons.
Chasing them all over town
Screaming
Shrieking
Wearing
Spying
Laughing
Chasing poor pigeons down.
Well,I don't know why children love pigeons and puddles. ...
Where they
Huff and puff
And stomp and
Spam and stand
And run into puddles
On the ground
Jumping up and down
Around and around
In puddles
The delight on their face is masterful.
And what is it about children and pigeons.
Chasing them all over town
Screaming
Shrieking
Wearing
Spying
Laughing
Chasing poor pigeons down.
Well,I don't know why children love pigeons and puddles. ...
#happiness
#love
#childhood
#inspirational
#admiration
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5 Comments
Styxian
Poem Published
9th May 2022 2:11am
9th May 2022 2:11am
Brown Paper Bag
Everything I owned,
no, everything I could take,
fit into a paper bag
Some pants and socks
two t-shirts, and a button up shirt
to wear for when we go
ask for mercy, and to beg
for a lunch
at church
Sort of clean clothes,
as we stood inconspicuous
in the corner of his office
while mom blamed dad
to the pastor
He wrote our names
in the prayer book
for the evening service
Where we would stand,
in a grungy formation
on judgement's stage
I was picked to go
with the...
no, everything I could take,
fit into a paper bag
Some pants and socks
two t-shirts, and a button up shirt
to wear for when we go
ask for mercy, and to beg
for a lunch
at church
Sort of clean clothes,
as we stood inconspicuous
in the corner of his office
while mom blamed dad
to the pastor
He wrote our names
in the prayer book
for the evening service
Where we would stand,
in a grungy formation
on judgement's stage
I was picked to go
with the...
#childhood
#memories
#separation
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12 Comments
Gahddess_Worship
Poem Published
6th May 2022 9:18pm
6th May 2022 9:18pm
Day On The Bay With Father - Setting Sail
At the ninth hour
we reached open water
perfect conditions
for a day in the sloop
not too gusty
not too calm
dad sets the jib
I help crank
The winch for main halyard
up the mast the mainsail shoots
ropes making the canvas sheet taut
are secured in cleats pinch
playful wind fill
flapping sail’s pockets
father smiles
as his pride and joy
on shimmering bay rockets
bow unzips the water
throwing foam side to side
as on the deep blue bay we glide.
we reached open water
perfect conditions
for a day in the sloop
not too gusty
not too calm
dad sets the jib
I help crank
The winch for main halyard
up the mast the mainsail shoots
ropes making the canvas sheet taut
are secured in cleats pinch
playful wind fill
flapping sail’s pockets
father smiles
as his pride and joy
on shimmering bay rockets
bow unzips the water
throwing foam side to side
as on the deep blue bay we glide.
#happiness
#father
#childhood
#water
#nature
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solbluesol
Poem Published
4th May 2022 1:29pm
4th May 2022 1:29pm
Left to Languish/Lonely, But You’re not Alone, I Too Have
screamed at God been careless with the truth
set my families house afire
hidden in plain sight
harvested plagues/
poison/
perdition
bloodied fists in my chest
been butchered/left to spoil/burned at the stake
carried shame like a baby loved like the locust
wanted to crawl through my skin
...
set my families house afire
hidden in plain sight
harvested plagues/
poison/
perdition
bloodied fists in my chest
been butchered/left to spoil/burned at the stake
carried shame like a baby loved like the locust
wanted to crawl through my skin
...
#childhood
#abuse
#MentalHealth #suffering
#MentalHealth #suffering
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Pinkdreams
Poem Published
26th Apr 2022 6:54am
26th Apr 2022 6:54am
Shampoo Lake
The lake at Camp Forest Acres is in front of me, the silver bleachers off to the left. I'm eight years old, chubby in an orange two piece. The teenage girls cavorting in the water are not wearing bathing suits. They are not wearing anything at all. It's the first time I've seen pubic hair.
Harriett Gross, whose name is fitting, jumps up and down on the diving board. Her wet hair is in a bonnet of shampoo. She giggles as she launches, her giant buttocks quivering. SPLASH! Harriett emerges from the dark water seconds later, suddenly lovely.
Linda Levine is next. Linda's...
Harriett Gross, whose name is fitting, jumps up and down on the diving board. Her wet hair is in a bonnet of shampoo. She giggles as she launches, her giant buttocks quivering. SPLASH! Harriett emerges from the dark water seconds later, suddenly lovely.
Linda Levine is next. Linda's...
#happiness
#childhood
#nostalgia
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dartford
Paul S...
Paul S...
Poem Published
26th Apr 2022 00:59am
26th Apr 2022 00:59am
a child lost in the city
do you know where the
station is, mister?
I think I’m lost and I want
to “get home with you, sonny,” he says to me,
“you’re just pissing me off.”
station is, mister?
I think I’m lost and I want
to “get home with you, sonny,” he says to me,
“you’re just pissing me off.”
#childhood
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brokentitanium
k.
k.
Poem Published
25th Apr 2022 2:04am
25th Apr 2022 2:04am
Best Pal
We captured frogs
had marble races
got humped by dogs
made up our faces
We walked to the pool
got lost in the woods
played hooky from school
devoured baked goods
We climbed in trees
and hopped on ice floes
scraped up our knees
watched music videos
You helped clean my room
I helped dirty yours
when I couldn’t go play
you finished my chores
Got into punk rock
and changed our hair
adventures followed us
everywhere
Life took us away
to different towns
but...
had marble races
got humped by dogs
made up our faces
We walked to the pool
got lost in the woods
played hooky from school
devoured baked goods
We climbed in trees
and hopped on ice floes
scraped up our knees
watched music videos
You helped clean my room
I helped dirty yours
when I couldn’t go play
you finished my chores
Got into punk rock
and changed our hair
adventures followed us
everywhere
Life took us away
to different towns
but...
#love
#BestFriend
#childhood
#friendship
#NaPoWriMo2022
61 reads
3 Comments
Nizana
Poem Published
24th Apr 2022 8:14pm
24th Apr 2022 8:14pm
A Doll's Dream
#love
#childhood
#sex
126 reads
6 Comments
Nizana
Poem Published
22nd Apr 2022 3:57pm
22nd Apr 2022 3:57pm
Letter to a Young Mother - A true short story
The American Doll, Julie Albright, sat quietly against a pillow on my daughter’s bed surrounded by an assortment of play clothes and hairties. I stood next to my daughter, braiding her hair for school. This was our quiet time before school when our thoughts could roam free.
I noticed Julie was already dressed in a different outfit from the evening before.
“Were you up late playing with Julie?”
As I continued to separate the silky strands, my daughter’s piercing brown eyes met mine in the mirror over her dresser.
“I guess. I...
I noticed Julie was already dressed in a different outfit from the evening before.
“Were you up late playing with Julie?”
As I continued to separate the silky strands, my daughter’s piercing brown eyes met mine in the mirror over her dresser.
“I guess. I...
#love
#motherhood
#childhood
107 reads
7 Comments
wallyroo92
Poem Published
17th Apr 2022 4:06pm
17th Apr 2022 4:06pm
The Silver Moon
I don’t know why
I go back to certain places I don’t remember going
Or why the features of dreams seem so familiar but unknown
Why some songs carry me to a place just beyond my reach
To where memories in the subconscious
Awaken
Maybe it’s Linda’s rendering
Or her vocal style I find myself surrendering to a nostalgia
Of leaving innocence behind
As time goes by
Where everything I once knew is left behind
In some island
Under the bluest clearest skies
And prettiest silver moon
That human eyes can see
...
I go back to certain places I don’t remember going
Or why the features of dreams seem so familiar but unknown
Why some songs carry me to a place just beyond my reach
To where memories in the subconscious
Awaken
Maybe it’s Linda’s rendering
Or her vocal style I find myself surrendering to a nostalgia
Of leaving innocence behind
As time goes by
Where everything I once knew is left behind
In some island
Under the bluest clearest skies
And prettiest silver moon
That human eyes can see
...
#childhood
#dreams
#memories #NaPoWriMo2022
#memories #NaPoWriMo2022
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