Long Poems About Childhood
#childhood
Long poems about childhood. 300 words or more, most recently published poems first.
Stoney223
WOLF BAY33
WOLF BAY33
Poem Published
9th Dec 2024 10:16pm
9th Dec 2024 10:16pm
SPIRITUAL POWER OF A WOMAN
It's me again the story teller of words ✍️ I would like to take a moment of your time, to give my own utmost respect to all the women's of the world. 🌎 For sure if it wasn't for a strong 💪woman there wouldn't be a strong man. THAT is willing to stand and fight as a strong man. Building a strong relationship with a strong, foundation of steel and stones. 🪨 THAT together they shall always stand side by side. For sure I give them the upmost honor with respect, for if wasn't for a woman we as men could not even EXIST....
#BestFriend
#childhood
#fatherhood
#friendship
#motherhood
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Ashriyon
Poem Published
4th Dec 2024 6:27pm
4th Dec 2024 6:27pm
In the Shadow of Stars
When I looked up at the endless night,
Stars twinkled like secrets whispered low,
I asked the heavens, “Where’s the light?
If God is real, where did you go?”
In my heart a storm was brewing,
A tempest of love turned bitter and wild,
For in those dark moments I felt so alone,
With blood on my hands and a heart defiled.
You were my anchor; you were my grace,
But addiction wrapped you in chains of despair,
Each promise made now lost in the space—
Where laughter once danced hangs silence and air. ...
Stars twinkled like secrets whispered low,
I asked the heavens, “Where’s the light?
If God is real, where did you go?”
In my heart a storm was brewing,
A tempest of love turned bitter and wild,
For in those dark moments I felt so alone,
With blood on my hands and a heart defiled.
You were my anchor; you were my grace,
But addiction wrapped you in chains of despair,
Each promise made now lost in the space—
Where laughter once danced hangs silence and air. ...
#childhood
#death
#LookingForLove
#memories
#separation
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Lozzamus
Poem Published
2nd Dec 2024 2:22pm
2nd Dec 2024 2:22pm
Secrets - Vow Of Silence
They say the bike race was my idea, that you and the others would have preferred to stay indoors that August Bank Holiday Monday. In the shade where it was nice and cool. But your mum agreed with me. It's a lovely day, she said, why don't you go out and play in the park before school starts again?
Except I lied, according to the evidence. I suggested the local park; that's true. But once we got out, I came up with the idea of going in the opposite direction, to Whaley Hill. Our parents didn't like us going to Whaley Hill, especially the reservoir at the top. They thought the hill...
Except I lied, according to the evidence. I suggested the local park; that's true. But once we got out, I came up with the idea of going in the opposite direction, to Whaley Hill. Our parents didn't like us going to Whaley Hill, especially the reservoir at the top. They thought the hill...
#childhood
#memories
#mystery #risk
#mystery #risk
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IntoTheRain
Poem Published
14th Nov 2024 5:19pm
14th Nov 2024 5:19pm
Stillness
He is kneeling at the dining room table,
as if he is praying.
Tenderly he opens his hands,
and I see he is cradling our sky blue parakeet.
Tears streaming down his red cheeks, he looks at me.
The tiny creature taking its last breaths.
Feathers ripped from its wings and blood speckled on Dad's fingers.
The cat, I thought. Oh no.
We didn't say a word. His eyes told me there was nothing we can do.
Suddenly, I am spinning.
My throat becomes tight, like a hand is pressing against my voice box.
My eyes become hot,...
as if he is praying.
Tenderly he opens his hands,
and I see he is cradling our sky blue parakeet.
Tears streaming down his red cheeks, he looks at me.
The tiny creature taking its last breaths.
Feathers ripped from its wings and blood speckled on Dad's fingers.
The cat, I thought. Oh no.
We didn't say a word. His eyes told me there was nothing we can do.
Suddenly, I am spinning.
My throat becomes tight, like a hand is pressing against my voice box.
My eyes become hot,...
#anxiety
#childhood
#despair
#family
#sadness
144 reads
7 Comments
crimsin
Unveiling
Unveiling
Poem Published
12th Nov 2024 2:03pm
12th Nov 2024 2:03pm
innocence
sadness overcomes me and my inner woman fades
my voice within quiets and I retreat
part of me has no choice but to stay and feel the pain
everything silences, I feel so deeply
I've gotten the souls inside me, to sanctuary
it may seem strange but there are many that live within me
innocense being my soul child
a little being with keen observations of the world
I hear her talking to God
she always prays for me
leading the evening requests for beauty
she is curious about the world
too eager to know things
my...
my voice within quiets and I retreat
part of me has no choice but to stay and feel the pain
everything silences, I feel so deeply
I've gotten the souls inside me, to sanctuary
it may seem strange but there are many that live within me
innocense being my soul child
a little being with keen observations of the world
I hear her talking to God
she always prays for me
leading the evening requests for beauty
she is curious about the world
too eager to know things
my...
#childhood
#memories
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Lozzamus
Poem Published
8th Nov 2024 10:24am
8th Nov 2024 10:24am
Secrets - Meeting With Gordon
I recognise him straightaway. Gordon Day, even though he looks nothing like the Gordon Day you and I knew once. Back then, Gordon was a small boy, ruddy faced, with a mop of reddish-brown hair – lovable, in a way, but impish, I suppose. The guy in the gym looks like a tough nut capable of taking someone round the side and laying into them. He's wearing a blue gym vest with the gym logo on, the sort of vest that shows off serious muscle, and his cropped hair and the grin make him appear more youthful than a person in their mid-thirties.
He stops talking to the henna hair...
He stops talking to the henna hair...
#childhood
#conflict
#friendship
#memories
#mystery
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Lozzamus
Poem Published
29th Oct 2024 8:12am
29th Oct 2024 8:12am
Secrets - Doubts
He weren't there, lad,' your dad says, as if guessing my thoughts. 'Our Scott's looked into it. Vince Macarthur never went into the woods that afternoon. He only popped out to go to the corner shop and that took no longer than five minutes and then he fell fast asleep in front of tele. He were woken up later when the police came.'
'How does Scott know that?' I say, hoping my question doesn't come across as rude.
'Never mind how he knows. Are you going to tell us what really happened?'
'I already have.'
Your dad stands up. 'Okay, lad, that's it....
'How does Scott know that?' I say, hoping my question doesn't come across as rude.
'Never mind how he knows. Are you going to tell us what really happened?'
'I already have.'
Your dad stands up. 'Okay, lad, that's it....
#childhood
#memories
#mystery #risk
#mystery #risk
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Stoney223
WOLF BAY33
WOLF BAY33
Poem Published
26th Oct 2024 11:11pm
26th Oct 2024 11:11pm
A dysfunctional family life
It's me again the story teller of words ✍️ I write these words from my own memories of my past life, as I read a story that reminded me of my own past life. 🤨 What the abuse had done to me a reflection upon my own life and world. 🌎 For I can relate to this story of living with a abusive man, not my real father. 🤨 YET he felt it necessary to hit me and to put his hands on me, when he was drunk punching and hitting me with his fist. 👊 Yet my own mother would say to me that's what you a man in your life. 😲 Yet treating it like it was alright...
#childhood
#dialogue
#emotional
#StreamOfConsciousness
#teens
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I_was_rare_once
RareFaction
RareFaction
Poem Published
23rd Oct 2024 5:38am
23rd Oct 2024 5:38am
#102
Long days in old school hallways bottle flipping choco true moo with no friends always.
It's not with false lenses just a snapshot of life;
I made some lonely habits just to escape from the fights.
Big blanket, crossed legs my personal cave.
A chamber for brave and the innocent slave.
A funny little boy with a funny low voice who out choiced the ploy and laughed, cried and rejoiced.
I always was the imaginative type.
The kind of kid who plays alone just imagining life with no labor, broke and no haters.
I just elaborate strife.
Just a collateral...
It's not with false lenses just a snapshot of life;
I made some lonely habits just to escape from the fights.
Big blanket, crossed legs my personal cave.
A chamber for brave and the innocent slave.
A funny little boy with a funny low voice who out choiced the ploy and laughed, cried and rejoiced.
I always was the imaginative type.
The kind of kid who plays alone just imagining life with no labor, broke and no haters.
I just elaborate strife.
Just a collateral...
#childhood
#loneliness
#SelfReflection
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Lozzamus
Poem Published
17th Oct 2024 8:35am
17th Oct 2024 8:35am
Secrets - Robert And Gordon
Later, I check on Robert. He's sleeping in his room. 'Night, buddy,' I whisper, adjusting the brown teddy bear so it won't fall.
It is quiet, far too quiet for me. The static stillness of the country gives the impression of time slowing down, stopping altogether. I find a beer in the fridge, sit on the sofa bed and drink. So much for good intentions. Fitness, diet. I don't want to go to sleep. Sleep frightens me, has done ever since Vince Macarthur brought his crowbar down on my head, screaming his innocence again and again. My recovery from the attack took several years....
It is quiet, far too quiet for me. The static stillness of the country gives the impression of time slowing down, stopping altogether. I find a beer in the fridge, sit on the sofa bed and drink. So much for good intentions. Fitness, diet. I don't want to go to sleep. Sleep frightens me, has done ever since Vince Macarthur brought his crowbar down on my head, screaming his innocence again and again. My recovery from the attack took several years....
#childhood
#family
#memories
#mystery
#risk
96 reads
3 Comments
Lozzamus
Poem Published
9th Oct 2024 11:27am
9th Oct 2024 11:27am
Secrets - Back to Lancashire (2)
Hills, and more hills, conjuring up thoughts of the old tongue twister about the ragged rascal running round and round the rugged hill. I get lost on the way. After stopping to look at the map, I retrace the route over a bridge and past a tiny village church, the colour of hay.
'Nearly there,' I say to Robert, listening to an iPod in the back.
My son doesn't reply, just stares out of the window. He's eight.
I wish you could meet Robert. I'm sure he'd warm to you. He does to certain people, but he has never bonded with me. I won’t use the word autism, but...
'Nearly there,' I say to Robert, listening to an iPod in the back.
My son doesn't reply, just stares out of the window. He's eight.
I wish you could meet Robert. I'm sure he'd warm to you. He does to certain people, but he has never bonded with me. I won’t use the word autism, but...
#childhood
#mystery
#risk
85 reads
6 Comments
Liziantus-Marantus
Poem Published
7th Oct 2024 10:59am
7th Oct 2024 10:59am
Childhood Memories
if I could live there just one day.
I would go back to happy times and sway.
I would visit stormy winters with friends.
Visits at the beach,make amends.
When I was young and nobody pretends.
We would travel to far away lands using our imagination.
And we would stay together like a whole another nation.
We would be safe in our own station.
Of friendship,love,desparation.
Like the day I were sad and you told me a joke.
I didn't get it,but it gave me hope.
It cheered me up and dried my tears.
But eventually,I had...
I would go back to happy times and sway.
I would visit stormy winters with friends.
Visits at the beach,make amends.
When I was young and nobody pretends.
We would travel to far away lands using our imagination.
And we would stay together like a whole another nation.
We would be safe in our own station.
Of friendship,love,desparation.
Like the day I were sad and you told me a joke.
I didn't get it,but it gave me hope.
It cheered me up and dried my tears.
But eventually,I had...
#childhood
#hope
#memorial
#sadness
#uplifting
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