Least Read Poems About Childhood
#childhood
Least read poems about childhood. Find an undiscovered masterpiece in the DU Poetry least read poems.
russell_snow
Poem Published
27th Apr 2023 9:34pm
27th Apr 2023 9:34pm
The Tree Outside a Child's Window
My child is not even a year old
Playing on the floor with books
Not reading like you or I
Just flipping through the pages, obsessively
As I lie on the carpet nearby
Looking out the window with the curtains drawn
I see the Tree swaying slightly in a breeze
It has filled out over the years
with an abundance of branches and leaves
It was a sad and struggling sight early on
I didn't think it would make it through the winter freezes
Or the summer droughts
Boy, was I wrong
What I see now fills my heart with joy
I...
Playing on the floor with books
Not reading like you or I
Just flipping through the pages, obsessively
As I lie on the carpet nearby
Looking out the window with the curtains drawn
I see the Tree swaying slightly in a breeze
It has filled out over the years
with an abundance of branches and leaves
It was a sad and struggling sight early on
I didn't think it would make it through the winter freezes
Or the summer droughts
Boy, was I wrong
What I see now fills my heart with joy
I...
#childhood
#trees
#memories #fatherhood
#memories #fatherhood
6 reads
0 Comments
Cyndi_Moone
Poem Published
24th Jan 2018 10:26am
24th Jan 2018 10:26am
Little Johnny Hall
I’ve learned there is NO WINNING in this life
Whether there's an existing trace of peace or a strife.
See Little Johnny Hall crying in the corner because his daddy’s gone
See me hiding scared under the bed for hours and hours long
Wishing MY own daddy gone!
What’s wrong with Little Johnny who cries and cries for his dad?
How LUCKY is Little Johnny who never saw him mad!
He cries and cries for days and months without relent or end ...
Whether there's an existing trace of peace or a strife.
See Little Johnny Hall crying in the corner because his daddy’s gone
See me hiding scared under the bed for hours and hours long
Wishing MY own daddy gone!
What’s wrong with Little Johnny who cries and cries for his dad?
How LUCKY is Little Johnny who never saw him mad!
He cries and cries for days and months without relent or end ...
#childhood
#home
#scary #memories
#scary #memories
18 reads
7 Comments
Cyndi_Moone
Poem Published
25th Jun 2018 9:32pm
25th Jun 2018 9:32pm
Middle Child: Black Sheep Goes Far
All those years of waiting in line
To borrow a little attention, space, and time,
Made you grow into the independent being that you are.
With this independence, you’ve gone distantly far.
It may have led you down some troublesome roads
But also made you a strong survivor as your story unfolds.
You’ve learned the art of living all on your own
Dancing through life, whichever way the wind has blown.
Whether surrounded by people or utterly alone
You’re the LIFE of any party, all on your own.
In search for a place in which to...
To borrow a little attention, space, and time,
Made you grow into the independent being that you are.
With this independence, you’ve gone distantly far.
It may have led you down some troublesome roads
But also made you a strong survivor as your story unfolds.
You’ve learned the art of living all on your own
Dancing through life, whichever way the wind has blown.
Whether surrounded by people or utterly alone
You’re the LIFE of any party, all on your own.
In search for a place in which to...
#strength
#childhood
#LifeCycle
18 reads
0 Comments
Cyndi_Moone
Poem Published
28th Jan 2018 3:37pm
28th Jan 2018 3:37pm
Daddy, Did You Know?
Daddy, did you know life is about choices
About finding and raising our own voices
About finding our OWN place in the world
No matter how curvy or straight or how it swirls?
Daddy, did you know that EVERYTHING is not about RIGHT or WRONG?
Did you know some things are matters of preference all along?
Did you know this when you threw your tantrum fits
Or did you learn all this bit by bit?
Daddy, did you know I swallowed your toxic drink
Believing your bitter truths without a blink
Bearing all the scars induced by your...
About finding and raising our own voices
About finding our OWN place in the world
No matter how curvy or straight or how it swirls?
Daddy, did you know that EVERYTHING is not about RIGHT or WRONG?
Did you know some things are matters of preference all along?
Did you know this when you threw your tantrum fits
Or did you learn all this bit by bit?
Daddy, did you know I swallowed your toxic drink
Believing your bitter truths without a blink
Bearing all the scars induced by your...
#father
#childhood
#abuse
20 reads
4 Comments
Thor_Azine
Poem Published
2nd Jul 2024 6:33pm
2nd Jul 2024 6:33pm
Tick Tock
You don’t watch the time
so why would I build you a
clock
I won’t build sandboxes for
someone else’s toys
My swing set was a gallows
but then daddy always said
keep something sharp with you
a few ropes with frayed edges
From hot blooded to fade to black
Indian summers feel good
during a fall
No souls bring peace for
the sorrowful, a hurt placed
properly lives forever in the
hearts of children
I used to roll in the sand
at the beach, it touched me
everywhere, I...
so why would I build you a
clock
I won’t build sandboxes for
someone else’s toys
My swing set was a gallows
but then daddy always said
keep something sharp with you
a few ropes with frayed edges
From hot blooded to fade to black
Indian summers feel good
during a fall
No souls bring peace for
the sorrowful, a hurt placed
properly lives forever in the
hearts of children
I used to roll in the sand
at the beach, it touched me
everywhere, I...
#abuse
#childhood
#PersonalGrowth #revenge
#PersonalGrowth #revenge
20 reads
8 Comments
yelluw_always
Poem Published
6th Jan 2019 9:05pm
6th Jan 2019 9:05pm
Grunge
In eighth grade, she nailed on a pink shirt, a pale pastel
and felt exposed to the future. It had been years pulling it out
of the drain. She tied off a knit around the mess
borrowed from her mother’s narnia. The wrapping and knot
with limp arms like a lioness carrying her cub. Her idol
graduated and visited, opened her flannel podshell:
“Look at these things!” Unripe cheeks, a glance
at the eyes in the plank, at slivers and cracks.
She felt as if I could pass through them, in the...
and felt exposed to the future. It had been years pulling it out
of the drain. She tied off a knit around the mess
borrowed from her mother’s narnia. The wrapping and knot
with limp arms like a lioness carrying her cub. Her idol
graduated and visited, opened her flannel podshell:
“Look at these things!” Unripe cheeks, a glance
at the eyes in the plank, at slivers and cracks.
She felt as if I could pass through them, in the...
#teens
#motherhood
#childhood
#identity
#LifeChangingMoment
21 reads
5 Comments
yelluw_always
Poem Published
23rd Feb 2019 7:12pm
23rd Feb 2019 7:12pm
Mosquito
Marked! The morning
is for inspections
of what was taken.
I detect my blood pieces
adrift at sky within
capsules, the apertures
the size of a pore;
tiny purposeful ones, how many
time capsules
have been forgotten?
How many are living?
Like you.
I am deciding
my muscles to dig
up the pearl-skinned
plastic horse
in action- a forelock
perpetually aloft
laying next
to the brother's belly-up
skateboard. The burial
was not marked
as we were captainsure ...
is for inspections
of what was taken.
I detect my blood pieces
adrift at sky within
capsules, the apertures
the size of a pore;
tiny purposeful ones, how many
time capsules
have been forgotten?
How many are living?
Like you.
I am deciding
my muscles to dig
up the pearl-skinned
plastic horse
in action- a forelock
perpetually aloft
laying next
to the brother's belly-up
skateboard. The burial
was not marked
as we were captainsure ...
#brother
#childhood
#memories #nostalgia
#memories #nostalgia
22 reads
12 Comments
Detritus
Poem Published
13th Dec 2024 11:46pm
13th Dec 2024 11:46pm
Perigee
she ran into the house
full moon scared her thin
afraid it would crash into us
her mind was gone by then
her son picked out a ruby
she wanted a necklace instead
a lie would have been softer
disappointment stayed in his head
they ride in on dead horses
claim I’m the worst
more words fling outward
roles switch and reverse
he was afraid to tell her
what he might need
verbal pats on the back
were no guide to succeed
young boy in the little blue house
do your best in school
or days...
full moon scared her thin
afraid it would crash into us
her mind was gone by then
her son picked out a ruby
she wanted a necklace instead
a lie would have been softer
disappointment stayed in his head
they ride in on dead horses
claim I’m the worst
more words fling outward
roles switch and reverse
he was afraid to tell her
what he might need
verbal pats on the back
were no guide to succeed
young boy in the little blue house
do your best in school
or days...
#childhood
#family
22 reads
LunaDahlia
Poem Published
18th Dec 2024 11:38am
18th Dec 2024 11:38am
Her Father’s Toilet
#abuse
#childhood
#MeToo
#SelfHarm
#suicide
24 reads
0 Comments
Paulajobi
Paula Jobi
Paula Jobi
Poem Published
24th Dec 2024 7:24am
24th Dec 2024 7:24am
Cereal Rapist
#abuse
#childhood
#hate
24 reads
2 Comments
SoulChild
AlmaSincera
AlmaSincera
Poem Published
15th Jan 2019 8:36am
15th Jan 2019 8:36am
The spoils
I have longed for the season to end
Filled with steel
And tears
Dis-ease and the casualties
Making faith a liability
Weapons our bodies have had to be
To not die in the fires rampant on the street
I will do no less than rejoice
You and I are here
To give our swords to the sheath
My love, come near
Strip this war from our eyes
As victory
Is birthed a wonderous dawn
On our lips
Named...free
Filled with steel
And tears
Dis-ease and the casualties
Making faith a liability
Weapons our bodies have had to be
To not die in the fires rampant on the street
I will do no less than rejoice
You and I are here
To give our swords to the sheath
My love, come near
Strip this war from our eyes
As victory
Is birthed a wonderous dawn
On our lips
Named...free
#love
#soldiers
#childhood
#war
#peace
27 reads
5 Comments
yelluw_always
Poem Published
20th Feb 2019 5:53am
20th Feb 2019 5:53am
Popcorn
#childhood
#abuse
#MeToo #memories
#MeToo #memories
29 reads
20 Comments
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