Long Poems About Childhood
#childhood
Long poems about childhood. 300 words or more, most recently published poems first.
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.
...
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
206 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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Mrd
Poem Published
16th Jan 2024 6:52pm
16th Jan 2024 6:52pm
On My Mother Turning 30 in 1957
My mother ended
her 29th year tra-la-la-ing
on feckless gams
smack dab into the brick wall
of the big three-oh--
old at thirty? What fool
told her that?
Each night the laying on of hands,
the transsubstantiation
of Pond's Beauty Cream:
Hail, Lois, full of grease,
the lard is with you
backed by a money-back guarantee.
I remember how she wept
gathering...
her 29th year tra-la-la-ing
on feckless gams
smack dab into the brick wall
of the big three-oh--
old at thirty? What fool
told her that?
Each night the laying on of hands,
the transsubstantiation
of Pond's Beauty Cream:
Hail, Lois, full of grease,
the lard is with you
backed by a money-back guarantee.
I remember how she wept
gathering...
#motherhood
#childhood
#aging
138 reads
8 Comments
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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Pinkdreams
Poem Published
17th Dec 2023 7:41pm
17th Dec 2023 7:41pm
Cendra's Birthday Parties
Cendra had an unusual last name
Skin shades darker than mine
Parents years older than most.
No siblings.
She was confident and self-assured.
Additional qualities I found exotic.
I liked being around her.
Her 11th (12th?) birthday was at Gooney Golf
There was a giant dinosaur at the entrance.
The last hole was an igloo.
Even if you missed, it captured your ball at the end.
Gone.
After miniature golf, we went back to Cendra's house for cake.
At her decree, we smeared frosting on our faces.
When her...
Skin shades darker than mine
Parents years older than most.
No siblings.
She was confident and self-assured.
Additional qualities I found exotic.
I liked being around her.
Her 11th (12th?) birthday was at Gooney Golf
There was a giant dinosaur at the entrance.
The last hole was an igloo.
Even if you missed, it captured your ball at the end.
Gone.
After miniature golf, we went back to Cendra's house for cake.
At her decree, we smeared frosting on our faces.
When her...
#childhood
#friendship
#birthday
#WritingPoetry
#admiration
290 reads
8 Comments
Dixaliciouse5684
Dixie
Dixie
Poem Published
3rd Dec 2023 2:02pm
3rd Dec 2023 2:02pm
Momma Flashbang Hand Granade Part 1
#childhood
167 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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oskar
Poem Published
10th Nov 2023 1:01pm
10th Nov 2023 1:01pm
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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superslooth
Poem Published
31st Oct 2023 10:12pm
31st Oct 2023 10:12pm
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
199 reads
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Officialkn9ne
Poem Published
27th Sep 2023 4:27pm
27th Sep 2023 4:27pm
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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1 Comment
Ahavati
Tams
Tams
Poem Published
10th Aug 2023 3:06pm
10th Aug 2023 3:06pm
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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