Poems About Childhood Seeking Friendly Advice
#childhood
Poems about childhood seeking friendly advice. Friendly advice and comments have been requested for these poems.
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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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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Lacy’s First Day
#sadness
#dark
#childhood
#death
#bullying
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the Feather
Softened and surrounded
bedsheets like a welcome
sorrow that brings me
to sleep
Slumber now, be gentle
nightmares flow
like currents
I'll drown if you
follow their lead
wake me in the blood light,
a moment when the Moon sighs
and watch the tremble
as Her daughter speaks
I'll lay to waste her temple,
words to soak in toluene
burning down the curtains
drawn to keep the monster
from my dreams
Im sorry, I can't hold it-
The wrath that's like a feather
torn from...
bedsheets like a welcome
sorrow that brings me
to sleep
Slumber now, be gentle
nightmares flow
like currents
I'll drown if you
follow their lead
wake me in the blood light,
a moment when the Moon sighs
and watch the tremble
as Her daughter speaks
I'll lay to waste her temple,
words to soak in toluene
burning down the curtains
drawn to keep the monster
from my dreams
Im sorry, I can't hold it-
The wrath that's like a feather
torn from...
#anger
#childhood
#MentalHealth
#PTSD
#nightmares
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The Bridge
#childhood
#family
#abuse
#death
#DomesticViolence
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Do you want to colour?
Do you want to colour?
A question from your childhood.
Crayons spread across the table
the floor
Whatever paper is handy
Blank
A colouring book
Covering the pages
Diligently staying within the lines
Freedom of a blank page
No matter
You were creating
Something
Choosing the perfect colour
From a carefully sorted box
Or
From a pile of half-spent broken pieces in a candy tin
Grinding into the paper to create a solid form
The unmistakable smell of crayons
The...
A question from your childhood.
Crayons spread across the table
the floor
Whatever paper is handy
Blank
A colouring book
Covering the pages
Diligently staying within the lines
Freedom of a blank page
No matter
You were creating
Something
Choosing the perfect colour
From a carefully sorted box
Or
From a pile of half-spent broken pieces in a candy tin
Grinding into the paper to create a solid form
The unmistakable smell of crayons
The...
#childhood
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I Wish They Would’ve Chosen Me
I wish they would’ve chosen me
But instead they’d chosen you
I was left at home with no one to play
I had nothing there to do
You left and went off to the park
The toy store and the mall
You came back with bags of showered gifts
So much almost made you fall
All the times that you would spend the night
I lay lonely, sad, and blue
Couldn’t help but wonder why I stayed
I wanted so to be with you
You slept over on the weekends
And I never came along
You were gone before I made it home
Wondered what I did...
But instead they’d chosen you
I was left at home with no one to play
I had nothing there to do
You left and went off to the park
The toy store and the mall
You came back with bags of showered gifts
So much almost made you fall
All the times that you would spend the night
I lay lonely, sad, and blue
Couldn’t help but wonder why I stayed
I wanted so to be with you
You slept over on the weekends
And I never came along
You were gone before I made it home
Wondered what I did...
#childhood
#family
#abuse
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familiar memory
this memory
is familiar,
it resembles
a place
i lived
as
a child,
with each
deep breath,
my feet
traveled over
that soil,
i breathe
that air,
i can see
the old
farmhouse,
the gone
faces
watching
over me
all so
familiar,
and how
i miss
them
so much.
is familiar,
it resembles
a place
i lived
as
a child,
with each
deep breath,
my feet
traveled over
that soil,
i breathe
that air,
i can see
the old
farmhouse,
the gone
faces
watching
over me
all so
familiar,
and how
i miss
them
so much.
#childhood
#family
#memories
#nostalgia
#separation
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