Long Poems About Childhood
#childhood
Long poems about childhood. 300 words or more, most recently published poems first.
toniscales
Lost Girl
Lost Girl
Poem Published
16th May 2024 9:41pm
16th May 2024 9:41pm
Pictures of Childhood Part 2
My best friend and I drink pink champagne at 15, left over from New Year's. Dress up in black lace and white makeup, Violent Femmes screaming on the stereo. She throws up in my toilet as I hold her head in my hand, the way my mother used to do with me. My stepfather lingering outside my bedroom door. When my best friend and I emerge, the scent of beer on his breath. He leans in to kiss me on the mouth. She says nothing.
*
I'm 9, playing in the yard. Mother yells at me through the window to come inside, but I won't listen. My stepfather has been drinking. He runs towards...
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I'm 9, playing in the yard. Mother yells at me through the window to come inside, but I won't listen. My stepfather has been drinking. He runs towards...
#abuse
#childhood
#memories
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toniscales
Lost Girl
Lost Girl
Poem Published
16th May 2024 4:27pm
16th May 2024 4:27pm
Pictures of Childhood
Grandma's house. She lets me pick tiny strawberries and blackberries in the garden. The fuzzy runners in my fingers. A small, rickety bridge meandering through the backyard. The woodshed, a little house where I yearn to hide forever, but it's filled with Grandpa's tools. Sharp and dangerous. Mustn't go there. Mustn't.
But I cannot forget.
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In the dining room, high English society. Tea parties, women in white dresses and parasols. I serve sandwich slices on china platters to ghosts. The teacups filled with tepid Sprite. A wineglass...
But I cannot forget.
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In the dining room, high English society. Tea parties, women in white dresses and parasols. I serve sandwich slices on china platters to ghosts. The teacups filled with tepid Sprite. A wineglass...
#childhood
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Maple666
Poem Published
2nd May 2024 6:07pm
2nd May 2024 6:07pm
Shovelling Snow.
You will never truly understand her. She is a somebody but to her she has been six feet under it’s almost living in reverse .It all began this feeling when she was five and she remembers the first time she saw another human being physically hurt by another. Namely her mother and the thing is this sort of living spreads like a virus and it infiltrates and annihilates all the wonder and destroys joy until you don’t think you can take much more but you do.
As life is a gift she isn’t a total degenerate and you have to unwrap it and take it in your own hands and find an alternative...
As life is a gift she isn’t a total degenerate and you have to unwrap it and take it in your own hands and find an alternative...
#childhood
#family
#father
#fear
#mother
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crimsin
Unveiling
Unveiling
Poem Published
25th Apr 2024 7:01am
25th Apr 2024 7:01am
Elizabelle the becoming
you finally told the men I've been spread thin
your rejection stings Lu, Lu I'm not a child anymore
and neither are you
a man of the heavens and the worlds
I need my logical Son
not the one bent on tragedy for me
where I burn on a cross and in the end the vampires are set ablaze too
because one of my visions frightened you
you lit us on fire and code locked the door
and took off in space craft
it took forever for Daddy to heal my scars
but I'm glad you finally felt guilty and told Him
despite both of your...
your rejection stings Lu, Lu I'm not a child anymore
and neither are you
a man of the heavens and the worlds
I need my logical Son
not the one bent on tragedy for me
where I burn on a cross and in the end the vampires are set ablaze too
because one of my visions frightened you
you lit us on fire and code locked the door
and took off in space craft
it took forever for Daddy to heal my scars
but I'm glad you finally felt guilty and told Him
despite both of your...
#childhood
#love
#women
133 reads
8 Comments
Northern_Soul
Poem Published
10th Apr 2024 9:24am
10th Apr 2024 9:24am
Hymn to the Maiden
There are fields in the mind
endless fields stained in gold
where I’d lay in the harvest,
stalks erect beneath the sun
listening to the gentle chatter
of seeds shivering in their husks.
Anglia grew wheat, and hops
and rapeseed. Settlements
built on boggy fens and
Roman rule
and so I’d lay gazing at the sky
dreaming of coins and rings
and treasures laying dormant
inches below the soil, thinking ...
endless fields stained in gold
where I’d lay in the harvest,
stalks erect beneath the sun
listening to the gentle chatter
of seeds shivering in their husks.
Anglia grew wheat, and hops
and rapeseed. Settlements
built on boggy fens and
Roman rule
and so I’d lay gazing at the sky
dreaming of coins and rings
and treasures laying dormant
inches below the soil, thinking ...
#teens
#childhood
#pagan #Britain
#pagan #Britain
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12 Comments
Kou_Indigo
Poem Published
8th Apr 2024 00:54am
8th Apr 2024 00:54am
Inter-Planet Janet and the Alien Doomsday Device
#forgiveness
#childhood
#sex
#aliens
#scifi
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goldenmyst
Poem Published
25th Mar 2024 10:40am
25th Mar 2024 10:40am
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.
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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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Casted_Runes
Mr Karswell
Mr Karswell
Poem Published
25th Feb 2024 6:08pm
25th Feb 2024 6:08pm
Pieces and Reasons
#childhood
#abuse
#memories #suffering
#memories #suffering
157 reads
7 Comments
OyateInyanNajin
Poem Published
24th Feb 2024 6:08am
24th Feb 2024 6:08am
THROUGH TIMES EVAPORATIVE HEALING TOUCH (time, date & place unknown?)
my heart my mind
my eyes
hold tears
they cannot yet release
express nor cry
long trapped beneath
my early childhood s
and adolescent s
now long passed
long lapsed
though somehow
still ongoing
haunted crumbled ruins
entombed in sleep
long buried and hid away
so deeply self compartmentalized
in subconscious paralysis
long frozen from some
long...
my eyes
hold tears
they cannot yet release
express nor cry
long trapped beneath
my early childhood s
and adolescent s
now long passed
long lapsed
though somehow
still ongoing
haunted crumbled ruins
entombed in sleep
long buried and hid away
so deeply self compartmentalized
in subconscious paralysis
long frozen from some
long...
#teens
#childhood
#TimeHeals
#learning
#aging
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Mercurial
Poem Published
30th Dec 2023 11:31am
30th Dec 2023 11:31am
Love, birth, life,..., death
It all starts with your senses,
Lust or love at first sight, the tadpole has to go,
Eyes never lie, so powerful to make you fly,
Strong enough to shovel a bell in place of your heart.
Running back and forth in the mud,
Randomness makes the wanderers mad,
Spilling seed up and down, here and there,
Reserving your soul for the one right there.
Give, take the parts of your whole,
Share the energies to make the whole,
Creation is the power of the gods,
From love, energy that runs the world.
Pure heart and...
Lust or love at first sight, the tadpole has to go,
Eyes never lie, so powerful to make you fly,
Strong enough to shovel a bell in place of your heart.
Running back and forth in the mud,
Randomness makes the wanderers mad,
Spilling seed up and down, here and there,
Reserving your soul for the one right there.
Give, take the parts of your whole,
Share the energies to make the whole,
Creation is the power of the gods,
From love, energy that runs the world.
Pure heart and...
#birth
#relationships
#childhood
#death
#nostalgia
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Dixaliciouse5684
Dixie
Dixie
Poem Published
3rd Dec 2023 2:02pm
3rd Dec 2023 2:02pm
Momma Flashbang Hand Granade Part 1
#childhood
133 reads
6 Comments
cabcool
Poem Published
15th Nov 2023 10:01pm
15th Nov 2023 10:01pm
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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