Long Poems About Childhood
#childhood
Long poems about childhood. 300 words or more, most recently published poems first.
KristinaX
Poem Published
9th Aug 2023 00:30am
9th Aug 2023 00:30am
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
723 reads
47 Comments
Kou_Indigo
Poem Published
8th Aug 2023 1:08am
8th Aug 2023 1:08am
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
431 reads
0 Comments
Nizana
Lauryn
Lauryn
Poem Published
21st Jul 2023 12:56pm
21st Jul 2023 12:56pm
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
306 reads
3 Comments
cabcool
Poem Published
18th Jul 2023 2:24am
18th Jul 2023 2:24am
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
277 reads
2 Comments
Dre_k47
AnDre James
AnDre James
Poem Published
25th Jun 2023 9:18am
25th Jun 2023 9:18am
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
314 reads
2 Comments
Betty
Poem Published
11th May 2023 2:04am
11th May 2023 2:04am
Litany of a snail
I was fresh from the shower,
in sweats, a t-shirt, no bra, sodden hair,
getting ready for mass,
when the deputy knocked on the door,
and solemnly brought to his lips a name
with which I’d not let pass my own
in years.
It’s a sin to speak ill of the dead.
I remembered her
bright-red hair...
I remembered when I was nine,
and we lived in an efficiency
with her ‘former’ dealer,
in a city far away from my home.
I...
in sweats, a t-shirt, no bra, sodden hair,
getting ready for mass,
when the deputy knocked on the door,
and solemnly brought to his lips a name
with which I’d not let pass my own
in years.
It’s a sin to speak ill of the dead.
I remembered her
bright-red hair...
I remembered when I was nine,
and we lived in an efficiency
with her ‘former’ dealer,
in a city far away from my home.
I...
#mother
#parent
#childhood #death
#childhood #death
578 reads
19 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
28th Apr 2023 00:09am
28th Apr 2023 00:09am
Grandma & Me
Grandma & Me
Treetops sway in the summer breeze
Grandma leads me up the fire tower stairs
To a place where Earth’s sorrows fade
And the cardinal is perched beside the bluejay
As they converse in foreign tongues
That my child’s heart feels but does not comprehend
Grandma smiles in silent reverie
While we ascend into cloud dreams
My little legs tire of the climb
And we settle our ascent into something like rest
But her smile is a conversation like the birds
Yet...
Treetops sway in the summer breeze
Grandma leads me up the fire tower stairs
To a place where Earth’s sorrows fade
And the cardinal is perched beside the bluejay
As they converse in foreign tongues
That my child’s heart feels but does not comprehend
Grandma smiles in silent reverie
While we ascend into cloud dreams
My little legs tire of the climb
And we settle our ascent into something like rest
But her smile is a conversation like the birds
Yet...
#love
#motherhood
#childhood
#dreams
#memories
290 reads
5 Comments
Bluevelvete
Poem Published
21st Apr 2023 6:02am
21st Apr 2023 6:02am
Of queens and pawns
She tried to turn it into a game,
making it even more hurtful
when even my 7 year old self
understood enough
to know better
yet still longed to play, anyway
Eventually it was time
to fully dismantle,
taking whatever little hands could carry;
it sparked flashbacks—
reminding
how the four of us
had dreamily done this...all
before
Been made to throw away
or told to leave our favorite things behind; ...
making it even more hurtful
when even my 7 year old self
understood enough
to know better
yet still longed to play, anyway
Eventually it was time
to fully dismantle,
taking whatever little hands could carry;
it sparked flashbacks—
reminding
how the four of us
had dreamily done this...all
before
Been made to throw away
or told to leave our favorite things behind; ...
#father
#childhood
#abuse
#manipulation
#TruthOfLife
741 reads
58 Comments
QuietlyOutspoken
Poem Published
16th Apr 2023 4:11am
16th Apr 2023 4:11am
Nostalgia’s A Liar
Two days home alone and I want to die
So I watch cartoons
And remember what it was like
When I was five
When there was nothing to be scared of
Dreaming of who I would be when I grew up
Starstruck by the stage lights
Doing ballet in the hallway
And singing all the time
Take me back to those chocolate milk nights
When I was excited by the possibilities of life
Everything’s still the same
I’m being dramatic
I like to romanticize what happened
But I spent my days
Hiding from the future
In a...
So I watch cartoons
And remember what it was like
When I was five
When there was nothing to be scared of
Dreaming of who I would be when I grew up
Starstruck by the stage lights
Doing ballet in the hallway
And singing all the time
Take me back to those chocolate milk nights
When I was excited by the possibilities of life
Everything’s still the same
I’m being dramatic
I like to romanticize what happened
But I spent my days
Hiding from the future
In a...
#childhood
#LifeStruggles
#nostalgia
317 reads
2 Comments
Pinkdreams
Poem Published
11th Apr 2023 4:10am
11th Apr 2023 4:10am
Oh by the Way, Janet Died
the age gap
she, older
cast intriguing shadows
on the walls of my childhood
the superiority of my cousin Janet's age
six long, long years ahead of me
was an ocean I wanted to swim
but I was stuck near the shore
I wanted to reach her
I didn't have a clue
I'm four or five
spending the night with my two younger cousins
i'm up early
Janet asks if I like The Beatles cartoon
I shyly nod my head yes
she turns on the TV for me
and then walks out of the room
I...
she, older
cast intriguing shadows
on the walls of my childhood
the superiority of my cousin Janet's age
six long, long years ahead of me
was an ocean I wanted to swim
but I was stuck near the shore
I wanted to reach her
I didn't have a clue
I'm four or five
spending the night with my two younger cousins
i'm up early
Janet asks if I like The Beatles cartoon
I shyly nod my head yes
she turns on the TV for me
and then walks out of the room
I...
#childhood
#family
#death
388 reads
12 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
3rd Apr 2023 5:21am
3rd Apr 2023 5:21am
The Discovery of Coffee
The Discovery of Coffee
Her spirit was first made flesh
before the fall of Atlantis
in the ancient coffee forests
of the Ethiopian plateau
where she was the first
to find out that the bean
was more than something
picked by children for fun
And she was the one of those kids
Who gathered magic beans for play
Only to learn that they made much more
Than a basket full of pretty seeds
But when dropped in a pot
Held over a fire
Became a brew of exquisite...
Her spirit was first made flesh
before the fall of Atlantis
in the ancient coffee forests
of the Ethiopian plateau
where she was the first
to find out that the bean
was more than something
picked by children for fun
And she was the one of those kids
Who gathered magic beans for play
Only to learn that they made much more
Than a basket full of pretty seeds
But when dropped in a pot
Held over a fire
Became a brew of exquisite...
#women
#childhood
#Africa
#shadows
#coffee
183 reads
8 Comments
rainwriter
Poem Published
18th Mar 2023 12:17pm
18th Mar 2023 12:17pm
Hey Dad.
Hey Dad
I‘m getting five today
And I know that you gonna be there
And I know we‘ll have some fun today
So see you soon when you get here
I love you
Hey Dad
My 10th birthday was cool
Was different with you not being there
I hope we can celebrate soon
We still got some cake to share
I got new toys!
Can we play with them?
I know we‘ll have fun
Tell me, when will you come again?
In how many months?
I miss you
Hey Dad!
Where’s your fucking face?
You send a present, huh?
And you send a...
I‘m getting five today
And I know that you gonna be there
And I know we‘ll have some fun today
So see you soon when you get here
I love you
Hey Dad
My 10th birthday was cool
Was different with you not being there
I hope we can celebrate soon
We still got some cake to share
I got new toys!
Can we play with them?
I know we‘ll have fun
Tell me, when will you come again?
In how many months?
I miss you
Hey Dad!
Where’s your fucking face?
You send a present, huh?
And you send a...
#anger
#father
#childhood
#family
#disappointment
395 reads
2 Comments
DU Poetry : Long Poems About Childhood
