Least Read Poems About Childhood
#childhood
Least read poems about childhood. Find an undiscovered masterpiece in the DU Poetry least read poems.
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
44 reads
Paulajobi
Paula Jobi
Paula Jobi
Poem Published
24th Dec 2024 7:24am
24th Dec 2024 7:24am
Cereal Rapist
#abuse
#childhood
#hate
50 reads
2 Comments
backdeckbenny
Poem Published
29th Dec 2024 6:45pm
29th Dec 2024 6:45pm
Unsullied
Yesterday.
I watched an infant seeing an overhead fan for the first time.
I could feel his innocence.
His amazement.
His observation without bias.
A consciousness but not yet a mind.
Devoid of conditioning.
Uncluttered, unfettered, un everything.
Joy without thought.
And I wondered.
Where did my wonder go?
My awe go?
Oh there it is.
In the Birdsong.
In the sound in a conch.
In the trees,the sky,the grasshopper.
It never left.
Just got covered by adulthood.
I watched an infant seeing an overhead fan for the first time.
I could feel his innocence.
His amazement.
His observation without bias.
A consciousness but not yet a mind.
Devoid of conditioning.
Uncluttered, unfettered, un everything.
Joy without thought.
And I wondered.
Where did my wonder go?
My awe go?
Oh there it is.
In the Birdsong.
In the sound in a conch.
In the trees,the sky,the grasshopper.
It never left.
Just got covered by adulthood.
#childhood
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oldmanG
Poem Published
1st Jan 2025 4:59pm
1st Jan 2025 4:59pm
Growiin up in Mayfair
Growin up in Mayfair
Growin up in Mayfair…
Mom worked hard daddy didn’t care
got caught stealin shit from Food Fair
cops took me to moms door
wasn’t her favorite anymore…..
Growing up in Mayfair
had no one to show me
Had a daddy who was job free
was a latchkey kid….
And…did what I fuckin did…
All I had was between my two ears
kept swimming in my own fears
Growin up in Mayfair
Mom worked hard …and daddy didn’t care
Remember being lost in the hall….
On my first day at...
Growin up in Mayfair…
Mom worked hard daddy didn’t care
got caught stealin shit from Food Fair
cops took me to moms door
wasn’t her favorite anymore…..
Growing up in Mayfair
had no one to show me
Had a daddy who was job free
was a latchkey kid….
And…did what I fuckin did…
All I had was between my two ears
kept swimming in my own fears
Growin up in Mayfair
Mom worked hard …and daddy didn’t care
Remember being lost in the hall….
On my first day at...
#childhood
#dreams
#father
#mother
#music
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oldmanG
Poem Published
11th Dec 2024 5:06am
11th Dec 2024 5:06am
Bobbi Wilson
Bobbi Wilson
9 yr old environmentalist
Tryin to control and spray the lantern flys
Doing her part with help from Tik tok
Made up a mix to get rid of them
Dish soap n apple vinegar
Sprayed on the trees and sidewalk
Now this is where the bigotry seeps in
Man calls 911 said some little black woman
Was causing a stir
Said he doesn’t know what hell she’s doing
Scares him though
Mom went to a council hearing
Said she doesn’t want to label
But she’s black and a mom
Wants to share point of view
Man...
9 yr old environmentalist
Tryin to control and spray the lantern flys
Doing her part with help from Tik tok
Made up a mix to get rid of them
Dish soap n apple vinegar
Sprayed on the trees and sidewalk
Now this is where the bigotry seeps in
Man calls 911 said some little black woman
Was causing a stir
Said he doesn’t know what hell she’s doing
Scares him though
Mom went to a council hearing
Said she doesn’t want to label
But she’s black and a mom
Wants to share point of view
Man...
#childhood
#environment
#heroic #racism
#heroic #racism
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AmyMMosier
Poem Published
21st Sep 2024 5:28pm
21st Sep 2024 5:28pm
Frolic - frolic along with me
Frolic - frolic along with me
And be as a spritely fawn
Running carelessly through the reeds
As best we can imagine.
Let's traipse across the rivulet
Where a log fell in the right place.
What luck that we should find it
Like it knew of our escapade!
The shrubs have something to say;
Small murmurs are thrown to the wind.
They catch up to us and whizz by
But we've not a common language.
So wildly about, the winds gush
That my whipped hair looks feral.
We trample the weeds underfoot;
We...
And be as a spritely fawn
Running carelessly through the reeds
As best we can imagine.
Let's traipse across the rivulet
Where a log fell in the right place.
What luck that we should find it
Like it knew of our escapade!
The shrubs have something to say;
Small murmurs are thrown to the wind.
They catch up to us and whizz by
But we've not a common language.
So wildly about, the winds gush
That my whipped hair looks feral.
We trample the weeds underfoot;
We...
#childhood
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missjem56
Poem Published
26th Sep 2024 5:41pm
26th Sep 2024 5:41pm
Going Dutch
seem to be reminiscing alot of late. today about the 14 schools i went to, in the space of just 11 years, the first two in Dutch (my favourite, the second Dutch school, i was teachers pet. i know this, as she kept me in a cage at the back of the class!) in reality, i was invited to her house. she was widowed, her husband had been in the Dutch Resistance during WWII, and died at the ands of the Nazi's. she taught me how she made her own butter, and was generally a really lovely woman, that i desperately hoped would adopt me, anything to get away from my family! her name was Mrs Paul...
#childhood
#happiness
#memories #school
#memories #school
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oldmanG
Poem Published
18th Nov 2024 1:09pm
18th Nov 2024 1:09pm
The Galaxy
Walking into the Galaxy
Got a few spare coins so I
See if I can set the high score
Drop some metal into the chamber
Hear it sink down out of my existence
Metal ball falls into the groove
Pull it back then I let it loose
See twinkling lights and hear bells ring
As it falls back to me
Got to be quick with the flippers
Hits off the bumper and I swing it back
I’m too fast for this smooth metal Pearl
It comes right back at me and I agree
That I have magic fingertips
Push the button what...
Got a few spare coins so I
See if I can set the high score
Drop some metal into the chamber
Hear it sink down out of my existence
Metal ball falls into the groove
Pull it back then I let it loose
See twinkling lights and hear bells ring
As it falls back to me
Got to be quick with the flippers
Hits off the bumper and I swing it back
I’m too fast for this smooth metal Pearl
It comes right back at me and I agree
That I have magic fingertips
Push the button what...
#childhood
#success
#teens
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Koulouri
Poem Published
4th Jan 2025 3:25am
4th Jan 2025 3:25am
Silly Cube
I bought a new stress ball,
my therapist recommended it.
I like how firm it is.
How the edges
of the soft cube
press into my palm.
You thought it was cool.
I remember how your eyes lit up.
I let you borrow it for a while,
just a little while.
Maybe an hour
or two.
And you returned it,
just like you said you would.
But it's different now.
Your hands are bigger than mine.
Your grip like steel,
as it was forged in the fierce battle of life.
My hands are not like yours. ...
my therapist recommended it.
I like how firm it is.
How the edges
of the soft cube
press into my palm.
You thought it was cool.
I remember how your eyes lit up.
I let you borrow it for a while,
just a little while.
Maybe an hour
or two.
And you returned it,
just like you said you would.
But it's different now.
Your hands are bigger than mine.
Your grip like steel,
as it was forged in the fierce battle of life.
My hands are not like yours. ...
#abuse
#childhood
#friendship #LifeChangingMoment
#friendship #LifeChangingMoment
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missjem56
Poem Published
4th Oct 2024 00:50am
4th Oct 2024 00:50am
Not At Peace, But Quiet (5-7-5)
Told
to
"shut
up
now!!!"
Selective
mutism
aged
four
Silent
for
a
year
by (and about) Jemia
to
"shut
up
now!!!"
Selective
mutism
aged
four
Silent
for
a
year
by (and about) Jemia
#childhood
#LifeAsAWriter
#MentalHealth #silence
#MentalHealth #silence
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Thor_Azine
Poem Published
13th Mar 2024 6:24pm
13th Mar 2024 6:24pm
Swing Sets and Candyland.
The swing set summers
and rainy day candy-land have
passed away.
No more hide and seek beneath
the streetlights, we would have stayed
hidden had we known.
Funny how time leaves the sandbox
empty along with our spirits, adults still
judged by the games we play.
Restless wanderers walk the streets
of concrete jungles, eyes blinded by the
god called cellphone.
Even as I write these words I lose
myself in the reality of a dream and a
cloud filled blue sky.
The soft hum of my idling sanctuary
brings heavy...
and rainy day candy-land have
passed away.
No more hide and seek beneath
the streetlights, we would have stayed
hidden had we known.
Funny how time leaves the sandbox
empty along with our spirits, adults still
judged by the games we play.
Restless wanderers walk the streets
of concrete jungles, eyes blinded by the
god called cellphone.
Even as I write these words I lose
myself in the reality of a dream and a
cloud filled blue sky.
The soft hum of my idling sanctuary
brings heavy...
#anger
#childhood
#abuse
57 reads
7 Comments
oldmanG
Poem Published
11th Dec 2024 5:00am
11th Dec 2024 5:00am
Being Put In (The Ground)
Being put in (the ground)
Little mans ballin
As I keep my nose to the wheel
Know it’s in him
Can’t wait til his 1st game
I watch him in wonder
Learn as much from him
As I try to give
Learn as much from him
As I try to teach
Wonder of youth
Everyone wants it
But grow up…
And you can’t get it back
As hard as we try
Gettin old really sucks
Not the knowledge…it’s great
But when your body can’t
Respond
Wonder of youth
Everyone wants it
But we grow up ...
Little mans ballin
As I keep my nose to the wheel
Know it’s in him
Can’t wait til his 1st game
I watch him in wonder
Learn as much from him
As I try to give
Learn as much from him
As I try to teach
Wonder of youth
Everyone wants it
But grow up…
And you can’t get it back
As hard as we try
Gettin old really sucks
Not the knowledge…it’s great
But when your body can’t
Respond
Wonder of youth
Everyone wants it
But we grow up ...
#aging
#childhood
#death #nostalgia
#death #nostalgia
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