Least Read Poems About Childhood
#childhood
Least read poems about childhood. Find an undiscovered masterpiece in the DU Poetry least read poems.
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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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.
...
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.
...
#mother
#women
#childhood
#crush
#son
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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
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Popcorn
#childhood
#abuse
#MeToo #memories
#MeToo #memories
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Dracula.
North Carolina.
Where the valley is green🟢
And cases cold🥶.
Where the valley is green🟢
And cases cold🥶.
#childhood
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My choice.
Vrindavan.
Krishna ~Sita ~gita.
Krishna ~Sita ~gita.
#childhood
#family
#birthday
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at night, as a child
I used to hide under the bed clothes hoping the morning wouldn’t find me, but it does ..
#childhood
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DU Poetry : Least Read Poems About Childhood