Childhood Poems
#childhood
Poems about childhood memories. A range of happy and painful recollections of childhood, upbringing and family, on the journey from birth to adolescence.
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Poem Published
Yesterday 11:36pm
Yesterday 11:36pm
20 Years
Hey, kiddo.”
I say softly as she walks into view, a warm smile already tugging on my lips. She lifts her head to meet my eyes, tilting it as she observes my face, before suddenly announcing, “You look like Grammy!” I can’t help but chuckle at her response, kneeling down so that we are eye-to-eye. I watch as she takes in my most despised parts, my double chin, thin mouth, and plump cheeks, a mix of curiosity and affection shining in her bright brown eyes.
“I guess so.” I reply quietly, a similar blend of emotions swimming with tears in mine. There are so many things I...
I say softly as she walks into view, a warm smile already tugging on my lips. She lifts her head to meet my eyes, tilting it as she observes my face, before suddenly announcing, “You look like Grammy!” I can’t help but chuckle at her response, kneeling down so that we are eye-to-eye. I watch as she takes in my most despised parts, my double chin, thin mouth, and plump cheeks, a mix of curiosity and affection shining in her bright brown eyes.
“I guess so.” I reply quietly, a similar blend of emotions swimming with tears in mine. There are so many things I...
#childhood
#confessional
#dreams #LifeCycle
#dreams #LifeCycle
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Johnny_Silver
Poem Published
25th Jan 2025 11:32pm
25th Jan 2025 11:32pm
Life Moves On
I remember a day
So very long ago
When I'd play in the garden
Chasing ladybugs in summer
There was beauty in the simplicity
The sunny days of 2000-something
When age was a single number
And I was still in one piece
This world will change you
It'll darken your innocent soul
Draining your heart
As things fall apart
We'd all love to stay in those good old days
But life moves on
Do you remember
So very long ago
When we could play make-believe
Our imagination limitless
It's funny...
So very long ago
When I'd play in the garden
Chasing ladybugs in summer
There was beauty in the simplicity
The sunny days of 2000-something
When age was a single number
And I was still in one piece
This world will change you
It'll darken your innocent soul
Draining your heart
As things fall apart
We'd all love to stay in those good old days
But life moves on
Do you remember
So very long ago
When we could play make-believe
Our imagination limitless
It's funny...
#childhood
#depression
#grief #memories
#grief #memories
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KittyFromHell
Poem Published
25th Jan 2025 2:08pm
25th Jan 2025 2:08pm
All Grown Up
The calendar says I am older
The bills say I'm on my own
The children call me "ma'am"
And the old women say "my, how you've grown!"
I feel myself walking in no one's footsteps,
Yet the shoes are still too big to fill.
I've fought, and I've fought, and I've fought,
And now my bravado has brought me to a standstill.
Going through the motions
Has left me in a world of daydreams
Lala land is nice this time of year
Away from the agony of what this life means.
I've watched my childhood ambitions...
The bills say I'm on my own
The children call me "ma'am"
And the old women say "my, how you've grown!"
I feel myself walking in no one's footsteps,
Yet the shoes are still too big to fill.
I've fought, and I've fought, and I've fought,
And now my bravado has brought me to a standstill.
Going through the motions
Has left me in a world of daydreams
Lala land is nice this time of year
Away from the agony of what this life means.
I've watched my childhood ambitions...
#childhood
#depression
#emptiness
#LifeStruggles
#SelfReflection
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SLYMBEKQUEEN
BLAZE-QUEEN
BLAZE-QUEEN
Poem Published
17th Jan 2025 10:58am
17th Jan 2025 10:58am
LEILA OH LEILA
#anger
#childhood
#dating
#death
#motherhood
33 reads
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Anne-Ri999
Poem Published
14th Jan 2025 11:27am
14th Jan 2025 11:27am
Once upon a picture
from the mantlepiece
quivering questions
swirling soot soothes
chimney smoke signals
written by an old berber woman
lava levitates sanctum withered mouth
speaks storm like crawls
through a needles eye
one eyed truth
a fools journey
how wise are those
who have none
and twirling figures escaped
escalating science from silence
in a hazed compound
I saw my sister’s ballet slippers slip
she wants to be a ballerina
when she dances...
quivering questions
swirling soot soothes
chimney smoke signals
written by an old berber woman
lava levitates sanctum withered mouth
speaks storm like crawls
through a needles eye
one eyed truth
a fools journey
how wise are those
who have none
and twirling figures escaped
escalating science from silence
in a hazed compound
I saw my sister’s ballet slippers slip
she wants to be a ballerina
when she dances...
#childhood
#memories
92 reads
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Fishmander
Poem Published
10th Jan 2025 5:38pm
10th Jan 2025 5:38pm
Make Believe
I fall asleep in a spiral
Fetal, lucid like a bad dream
I fumble in this recital
Locked in a self-destructive scheme
Renegade in ways which matter
On waves: a suicidal fiend
I can taste and still feel hunger
Obfuscate, torn enough to bleed
Hopscotch in this sunset divide
A cataclysm at the seams
A pop-up meadow override
Three-in-a-row my enemies
Wake me up from my fantasies
Lay me to rest as casualty.
Fetal, lucid like a bad dream
I fumble in this recital
Locked in a self-destructive scheme
Renegade in ways which matter
On waves: a suicidal fiend
I can taste and still feel hunger
Obfuscate, torn enough to bleed
Hopscotch in this sunset divide
A cataclysm at the seams
A pop-up meadow override
Three-in-a-row my enemies
Wake me up from my fantasies
Lay me to rest as casualty.
#childhood
#dark
#dreams #SelfReflection
#dreams #SelfReflection
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buddhakitty
Poem Published
10th Jan 2025 4:45am
10th Jan 2025 4:45am
when I was eight
my father courage started at
the neck of a bottle of vodka
and finished in its puck
I learned early in life that
what an alcohol fears most
is an empty well
he always said to me,
"Remember, you don't
have friends, only acquaintances.
you can't ever trust anyone."
RIGHT...
so I stopped trusting him
and life, although full of bullshit,
at times, has offered me enough
flowers to reap a garden or two
take that you drunken...
the neck of a bottle of vodka
and finished in its puck
I learned early in life that
what an alcohol fears most
is an empty well
he always said to me,
"Remember, you don't
have friends, only acquaintances.
you can't ever trust anyone."
RIGHT...
so I stopped trusting him
and life, although full of bullshit,
at times, has offered me enough
flowers to reap a garden or two
take that you drunken...
#childhood
#nostalgia
69 reads
4 Comments
Paulajobi
Paula Jobi
Paula Jobi
Bumped 8th Jan 2025 9:08pm
13th Dec 2024 9:38pm
13th Dec 2024 9:38pm
Fall Car Ride
#childhood
#orgasm
#sexy
225 reads
5 Comments
Paulajobi
Paula Jobi
Paula Jobi
Poem Published
8th Jan 2025 10:21am
8th Jan 2025 10:21am
Fire!
I slept and woke to pounding!
People outside screamed, "FIRE!"
We had no smoke detectors.
There were five of us in the house!!!
The smoke was thick.
Isn't that what usually kills people?
I was only 13. Mom was drunk.
The others...my siblings.
We had just moved in here.
Our Aunt had evicted us.
Jimmy was hiding in Florida.
We were dead broke!
Now we might be dead!
I don't remember the first fire...
When I was 2 months old.
Mom had left me alone.
Neighbors saved me.
Mom was...
People outside screamed, "FIRE!"
We had no smoke detectors.
There were five of us in the house!!!
The smoke was thick.
Isn't that what usually kills people?
I was only 13. Mom was drunk.
The others...my siblings.
We had just moved in here.
Our Aunt had evicted us.
Jimmy was hiding in Florida.
We were dead broke!
Now we might be dead!
I don't remember the first fire...
When I was 2 months old.
Mom had left me alone.
Neighbors saved me.
Mom was...
#childhood
#fire
62 reads
8 Comments
Lozzamus
Poem Published
6th Jan 2025 9:09am
6th Jan 2025 9:09am
Secrets - Disagreement
What's up?' Mel says as I make a start of the supper. 'Is it about that bloke downstairs offering to teach Robert the harmonica?'
She's chosen her moment well. Robert's in the shower. 'Well,' I say. 'You saw how he was with Freddy.'
'He was just intrigued, that's all.'
'Yeah, I know. But I'm his dad.'
'Yes, and you’re a good dad.'
'Really?'
'Course you are.'
'Look, he doesn't speak to me. He blanks me all the time.'
'Me too,' Mel says. 'Listen, I've been thinking about it a lot...
She's chosen her moment well. Robert's in the shower. 'Well,' I say. 'You saw how he was with Freddy.'
'He was just intrigued, that's all.'
'Yeah, I know. But I'm his dad.'
'Yes, and you’re a good dad.'
'Really?'
'Course you are.'
'Look, he doesn't speak to me. He blanks me all the time.'
'Me too,' Mel says. 'Listen, I've been thinking about it a lot...
#childhood
#family
#memories
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Koulouri
Poem Published
4th Jan 2025 3:25am
4th Jan 2025 3:25am
Silly Cube
I bought a new stress ball,
my therapist recommended it.
I like how firm it is.
How the edges
of the soft cube
press into my palm.
You thought it was cool.
I remember how your eyes lit up.
I let you borrow it for a while,
just a little while.
Maybe an hour
or two.
And you returned it,
just like you said you would.
But it's different now.
Your hands are bigger than mine.
Your grip like steel,
as it was forged in the fierce battle of life.
My hands are not like yours. ...
my therapist recommended it.
I like how firm it is.
How the edges
of the soft cube
press into my palm.
You thought it was cool.
I remember how your eyes lit up.
I let you borrow it for a while,
just a little while.
Maybe an hour
or two.
And you returned it,
just like you said you would.
But it's different now.
Your hands are bigger than mine.
Your grip like steel,
as it was forged in the fierce battle of life.
My hands are not like yours. ...
#abuse
#childhood
#friendship #LifeChangingMoment
#friendship #LifeChangingMoment
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3Y3S-THVT-S33
Electra
Electra
Poem Published
4th Jan 2025 2:53am
4th Jan 2025 2:53am
No Title.
That little girl's rotting corpse,
Still moans in my bones,
And no amount of makeup,
Could make her pretty again.
Still moans in my bones,
And no amount of makeup,
Could make her pretty again.
#childhood
#dark
#despair #grief
#despair #grief
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