Long Poems About Childhood
#childhood
Long poems about childhood. 300 words or more, most recently published poems first.
Momma Flashbang Hand Granade Part 1
#childhood
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kite flight
No. 3 from The Children’s Collection]
“True courage is like a kite; a contrary wind raises it higher.”
–Jean Antoine Petit–Sennpetit–Senn
kite time
is flight time,
as night time
is quiet time.
i'm looking for a big, fat breeze
to lift my kite above the trees,
for sitting here upon the earth
cannot reveal its true flight worth.
long tail
is strong tail,
but prong...
“True courage is like a kite; a contrary wind raises it higher.”
–Jean Antoine Petit–Sennpetit–Senn
kite time
is flight time,
as night time
is quiet time.
i'm looking for a big, fat breeze
to lift my kite above the trees,
for sitting here upon the earth
cannot reveal its true flight worth.
long tail
is strong tail,
but prong...
#childhood
#sky
#nature #ThrillSeeking
#nature #ThrillSeeking
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travel to Porto
On the way to Porto for a week's holiday, we drove through a pine forest a man planted forest the way each
stood at a respectful distance from each other
A year later in high summer, the forest took fire and
when flames met on the road, cars were trapped and many people, and families, died in the horrific hell-fire.
Our hotel was situated at a height, we had asked for a downtown hotel, my wife said it was my fault since I had tried to speak Portuguese- not far from a disused water tower, it's gated surrounding full of rats where every night hideous screams were heard in...
stood at a respectful distance from each other
A year later in high summer, the forest took fire and
when flames met on the road, cars were trapped and many people, and families, died in the horrific hell-fire.
Our hotel was situated at a height, we had asked for a downtown hotel, my wife said it was my fault since I had tried to speak Portuguese- not far from a disused water tower, it's gated surrounding full of rats where every night hideous screams were heard in...
#birth
#childhood
#aging
#dating
#fatherhood
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XMAS 1986
Hello folk; I'm so glad to be alive
17th September - to-day won Singles Championship 22-5
70 years old - bowling-mad - I've made my goal
My name has gone up on Popes Mead's Honours Wall.
This personal success has gone to my pen
Out comes my rhythmic trend - a spurt - when
Out pours my feelings - my brain starts to tick
What a nice year this has been - Nineteen Eighty Six?
This 1986 epistle - "Yours truly' comes first
Must be careful now - my head might just burst
A "personality change" can come - so it is...
17th September - to-day won Singles Championship 22-5
70 years old - bowling-mad - I've made my goal
My name has gone up on Popes Mead's Honours Wall.
This personal success has gone to my pen
Out comes my rhythmic trend - a spurt - when
Out pours my feelings - my brain starts to tick
What a nice year this has been - Nineteen Eighty Six?
This 1986 epistle - "Yours truly' comes first
Must be careful now - my head might just burst
A "personality change" can come - so it is...
#children
#childhood
#family
#death
#memories
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House rules...house rules...& mayhem
there were House rules
{before, during & after church}
none of them unreasonable & never once tested
we showered, brushed our teeth & sat down to eat
before donning the appropriate garment
heaven forbid we wrinkle or get it dirty
hair must be brushed until it shone
barrettes for the girls...boys hair must be smooth
only then were we deemed presentable
one by one we'd get in the car
none of our weekday shenanigans
we could joke & be silly
just be mindful of what we were wearing
upon arrival there were further...
{before, during & after church}
none of them unreasonable & never once tested
we showered, brushed our teeth & sat down to eat
before donning the appropriate garment
heaven forbid we wrinkle or get it dirty
hair must be brushed until it shone
barrettes for the girls...boys hair must be smooth
only then were we deemed presentable
one by one we'd get in the car
none of our weekday shenanigans
we could joke & be silly
just be mindful of what we were wearing
upon arrival there were further...
#love
#childhood
#memories #tradition
#memories #tradition
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Let Me Vent
First off I want to blame my parents
I didn’t ask to be born
All this weight I carry
Feeling selfish with my ways
I’m feeling angry
Momma had me young
She was just a baby
Sometimes I wish she never made me
Never laid down with my father
I wish she would have waited
Look at the mess they created
Now I’m feeling hated
I watch my life pass me by
All the time I wasted
I should have been searching for answers
Like why my daddy leave me
Why was he incarcerated?
Why couldn’t momma feed me
Working...
I didn’t ask to be born
All this weight I carry
Feeling selfish with my ways
I’m feeling angry
Momma had me young
She was just a baby
Sometimes I wish she never made me
Never laid down with my father
I wish she would have waited
Look at the mess they created
Now I’m feeling hated
I watch my life pass me by
All the time I wasted
I should have been searching for answers
Like why my daddy leave me
Why was he incarcerated?
Why couldn’t momma feed me
Working...
#anger
#parent
#childhood
#dating
#choices
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Warrior II
My father once told me
as Mr. Roger's mother
told him:
“Look for the helpers"
in any atrocity.
“It keeps the world sane”
he continued,
"to know good people
risk their lives
for other humans."
My life and social feeds
were once filled
with a relentless search
for the holy grail of justice
amid political riots and shame.
"I am hurt, but I am not slaine;
I'le lay mee downe and bleed a-while,
And then I'le rise and fight againe."
was a battle cry...
as Mr. Roger's mother
told him:
“Look for the helpers"
in any atrocity.
“It keeps the world sane”
he continued,
"to know good people
risk their lives
for other humans."
My life and social feeds
were once filled
with a relentless search
for the holy grail of justice
amid political riots and shame.
"I am hurt, but I am not slaine;
I'le lay mee downe and bleed a-while,
And then I'le rise and fight againe."
was a battle cry...
#childhood
#SelfReflection
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Twilight's slave
I was sitting in my room so alone.
Tracing the lines, each leading to the next.
Each one may start as a straight line.
But so often a room holds so many secrets.
All those years of accreted injury.
Perhaps blood can be transformed into air.
And the smell of it lingers, at least for you.
Because that was your coping mechanism.
From the crows that fed on your flesh.
They picked at it so sharply, it hurt.
Until eventually it became a need.
And the corners can definitely be brooding.
Especially when the drum beats your hips. ...
Tracing the lines, each leading to the next.
Each one may start as a straight line.
But so often a room holds so many secrets.
All those years of accreted injury.
Perhaps blood can be transformed into air.
And the smell of it lingers, at least for you.
Because that was your coping mechanism.
From the crows that fed on your flesh.
They picked at it so sharply, it hurt.
Until eventually it became a need.
And the corners can definitely be brooding.
Especially when the drum beats your hips. ...
#childhood
#abuse
#SelfReflection
#suffering
#SelfWorth
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Reminders of How I Changed and Why it was Inevitable
- Reminders of How I Changed and Why it was Inevitable -
Being a personal journey of mine, from some of the early stages of my life to those that came after.
Let me tell you a joke! Stop me if you have ever heard this one. Ready? Good! So, there are these two women and one of them is pregnant for her first child. She's a conservative, right-wing Christian who is anti-abortion and all that. She's also a Karen. You know the type. She meets a left-wing liberal in a bar, and the two women get to talking. The liberal woman asks her: “So where is your husband?” since she...
Being a personal journey of mine, from some of the early stages of my life to those that came after.
Let me tell you a joke! Stop me if you have ever heard this one. Ready? Good! So, there are these two women and one of them is pregnant for her first child. She's a conservative, right-wing Christian who is anti-abortion and all that. She's also a Karen. You know the type. She meets a left-wing liberal in a bar, and the two women get to talking. The liberal woman asks her: “So where is your husband?” since she...
#anger
#childhood
#abuse
#LifeStruggles
#suffering
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Bedroom Visits
When I was ten, I learned a secret my mother had carried for several years in silence to hold the family together. My father was unfaithful. Mother was beautiful and even when I was ten, I knew she gave him affection but he still sought other women.
On my eleventh birthday, my father gave me pink silk pajamas. He asked me to try them on and told me I was beautiful. Later that same night he came into my bedroom.
“How are those pajamas?”
“They…they're fine,” I whispered as I was drawn from sleeping.
“Do you like them?” he asked.
...
On my eleventh birthday, my father gave me pink silk pajamas. He asked me to try them on and told me I was beautiful. Later that same night he came into my bedroom.
“How are those pajamas?”
“They…they're fine,” I whispered as I was drawn from sleeping.
“Do you like them?” he asked.
...
#childhood
#family
#deception
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love songs of innocenceno. 1
when someone played our love song
“When we were just buds picturing our blossoms[,] there was a glow
that lived in us that was called innocence.”―Sayukta B
tho i was but a boy,
i knew then that i loved you;
i kissed you like a toy,
although sometimes i shoved you.
and when i pulled your hair,
i didn’t mean to hurt you;
but something was unfair:
i was...
“When we were just buds picturing our blossoms[,] there was a glow
that lived in us that was called innocence.”―Sayukta B
tho i was but a boy,
i knew then that i loved you;
i kissed you like a toy,
although sometimes i shoved you.
and when i pulled your hair,
i didn’t mean to hurt you;
but something was unfair:
i was...
#relationships
#childhood
#FallingInLove
#FirstLove
#crush
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Fragile Blossoms
Oh, how she was so small when the pain began,
Purple bruises painted on her delicate skin.
Unknowing, she stood, as he shattered her soul,
Leaving her broken, struggling to be whole.
If she were a flower, blossoming with grace,
He became the hand that tore petals from her space.
Each bloom, a symbol of her fragile resilience,
But he, relentless, impeded her deliverance.
He hindered her healing, with callous intent,
Ripping out stitches, picking at scabs that were meant
To mend her wounds, to grant her some reprieve,
Yet he...
Purple bruises painted on her delicate skin.
Unknowing, she stood, as he shattered her soul,
Leaving her broken, struggling to be whole.
If she were a flower, blossoming with grace,
He became the hand that tore petals from her space.
Each bloom, a symbol of her fragile resilience,
But he, relentless, impeded her deliverance.
He hindered her healing, with callous intent,
Ripping out stitches, picking at scabs that were meant
To mend her wounds, to grant her some reprieve,
Yet he...
#childhood
#abuse
#MeToo
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DU Poetry : Long Poems About Childhood