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.
Nizana
Lauryn
Lauryn
Poem Published
21st Feb 2025 2:41pm
21st Feb 2025 2:41pm
History
As I woke, my eyes came to rest
on my lover’s penis lying limp and at ease.
I thought of its history with this man’s life.
They’d been together 34 years and he’d
handled it daily from the time his hands
began to explore his body.
It had known many women and now me as well.
I wondered what they were like,
what pleasure had they found in Shawn
as he moved through his youth and then adulthood.
In the morning light, his penis was a dark shadow,
reminding me of the first time
I was confronted with my father’s ...
on my lover’s penis lying limp and at ease.
I thought of its history with this man’s life.
They’d been together 34 years and he’d
handled it daily from the time his hands
began to explore his body.
It had known many women and now me as well.
I wondered what they were like,
what pleasure had they found in Shawn
as he moved through his youth and then adulthood.
In the morning light, his penis was a dark shadow,
reminding me of the first time
I was confronted with my father’s ...
#childhood
#father
#morality #sex
#morality #sex
190 reads
3 Comments
Onyxceila
Poem Published
18th Feb 2025 4:30am
18th Feb 2025 4:30am
Heirloom
A beautiful and brilliant woman,
With a horrible past,
Tries frantically to get away,
But it suckles at her breast.
A strong and independent woman,
Willingly bears the burden alone,
Taking care of her own mistakes
So a debt is never owed.
A broken and deserving woman,
Searching for the love she never had,
Too desperate to see
That unconditional love
was trying to hold her hand
A determined and resilient woman,
Set on proving them all wrong,
Career-focused, self-obsessed,
No room for the little...
With a horrible past,
Tries frantically to get away,
But it suckles at her breast.
A strong and independent woman,
Willingly bears the burden alone,
Taking care of her own mistakes
So a debt is never owed.
A broken and deserving woman,
Searching for the love she never had,
Too desperate to see
That unconditional love
was trying to hold her hand
A determined and resilient woman,
Set on proving them all wrong,
Career-focused, self-obsessed,
No room for the little...
#childhood
#daughter
#motherhood
#pregnancy
#teens
107 reads
1 Comment
Stoney223
WOLF BAY33
WOLF BAY33
Poem Published
17th Feb 2025 2:01pm
17th Feb 2025 2:01pm
Secret Family Tree
From what I can remember when we all gathered together, at Big Mama's house where the elders of the women's, would prepare a Home Town cook out for gathering, for the family. IT was a time that I will never forget. As it was a gathering of the elders and uncles and aunts and sisters and brothers, with their off springs children running around playing children games. While the olders people would play cards or shuffle board games, as the elders would look out and see the families all together in one place. Yet they could be found sitting up under a old oak tree, in the shade of the afternoon...
#childhood
#confusion
#memories
#SelfDiscovery
#SelfReflection
78 reads
0 Comments
KristinaX
Poem Published
14th Feb 2025 10:00pm
14th Feb 2025 10:00pm
Like I Was Never Touched
There are things I don’t say.
Things I press down so deep,
they never had a voice—
only suffering,
only pain.
My body was never mine, not really.
Hands took it before I even knew how to feel.
Before I could understand the perversion,
before I understood the way a soul can fracture
and still keep moving.
I have been taken so many times,
I stopped believing there was anything left to keep.
I have been seen, but never known.
Touched, but never held.
Wanted so...
Things I press down so deep,
they never had a voice—
only suffering,
only pain.
My body was never mine, not really.
Hands took it before I even knew how to feel.
Before I could understand the perversion,
before I understood the way a soul can fracture
and still keep moving.
I have been taken so many times,
I stopped believing there was anything left to keep.
I have been seen, but never known.
Touched, but never held.
Wanted so...
#abuse
#love
#romantic
#suffering
#childhood
537 reads
65 Comments
Indie
Miss Indie
Miss Indie
Poem Published
14th Feb 2025 5:37am
14th Feb 2025 5:37am
just another day (Feb 14)
I spent the day making paper lanterns
and chasing my 4 year old around
pretending they were jellyfish
the sound of his laughter
in the list of top 10 things
I've ever heard
We made an overbaked strawberry cake
for Valentine's Day
drew a jam heart in the centre
before we put it in the oven
it came out looking like a murder scene
so I added maserated strawberries
to try and improve upon it
and perhaps I did
because it now looks like
mushy disemboweled organs
are crawling out of the murder heart ...
and chasing my 4 year old around
pretending they were jellyfish
the sound of his laughter
in the list of top 10 things
I've ever heard
We made an overbaked strawberry cake
for Valentine's Day
drew a jam heart in the centre
before we put it in the oven
it came out looking like a murder scene
so I added maserated strawberries
to try and improve upon it
and perhaps I did
because it now looks like
mushy disemboweled organs
are crawling out of the murder heart ...
#childhood
#children
#family
#funny
#love
103 reads
12 Comments
Indie
Miss Indie
Miss Indie
Poem Published
13th Feb 2025 9:04pm
13th Feb 2025 9:04pm
kite strings
Some days
I feel like a runaway kite
caught in the branches of a tree
the wind wants to take me
but this world wants to tether me
I've been smashing into trees
ever since I was small enough
to learn how to climb
how to face the fear
and jump
how to brace
for the inevitable fall
I still carry the splinters
between my thighs
across my arms
down my ribs
I like way the memories hurt
because they remind me
I've always been chasing freedom ...
I feel like a runaway kite
caught in the branches of a tree
the wind wants to take me
but this world wants to tether me
I've been smashing into trees
ever since I was small enough
to learn how to climb
how to face the fear
and jump
how to brace
for the inevitable fall
I still carry the splinters
between my thighs
across my arms
down my ribs
I like way the memories hurt
because they remind me
I've always been chasing freedom ...
#childhood
#LifeCycle
#LifeStruggles
88 reads
6 Comments
Nizana
Lauryn
Lauryn
Poem Published
4th Feb 2025 1:04pm
4th Feb 2025 1:04pm
The Dish and the Spoon - with Adagio
It was twilight in a small town in New Mexico. I breathed deep, walking home after closing my bookshop for the night. Taking a shortcut path approaching the cul-de-sac, I felt the silence creeping up my spine. As a long-time advocate for the unbridled pleasures and misdemeanors, I obsessed quietly on "The Cat and the Fiddle," as curiosity tickled my flesh. I was obsessed with the silhouette-like movement behind curtains of the homes as I passed.
As I walked, I turned into a child and the neighborhood became the one I grew up in. The night was quiet and cold. I walked...
As I walked, I turned into a child and the neighborhood became the one I grew up in. The night was quiet and cold. I walked...
#childhood
#collaboration
#erotic #nightmares
#erotic #nightmares
219 reads
2 Comments
dartford
Paul S...
Paul S...
Poem Published
1st Feb 2025 00:21am
1st Feb 2025 00:21am
more potatoes, then, mum ..
always being told to eat more vegetables
sunday lunch was difficult
as a child I was obviously
found wanting
fewer comments like: don’t talk
with your mouth full don’t talk at the table
just eat your vegetables,
there’s a good boy ..
sunday lunch was difficult
as a child I was obviously
found wanting
fewer comments like: don’t talk
with your mouth full don’t talk at the table
just eat your vegetables,
there’s a good boy ..
#childhood
#food
84 reads
5 Comments
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
29th Jan 2025 11:01am
29th Jan 2025 11:01am
And now a true story
My childhood friend Kirby and I once hypnotized a frog in the summer of 88. We found a rock on the lake's shoreline that looked like an emerald. We believed the rock had super powers. An hour later, we found the frog. We began rubbing the rock on the top of it's forehead. It was amazing. The frog was hypnotized. (We thought) We weren't sure though on how to unhyptnotize the frog. Instead, we kept the frog and fed it to Kirby's German Sheppard, named Bear. That was the 1st time his dog tasted frog! 'oui oui'
After Bear had lunch, we went inside to see Kirby's Grandma. This old...
After Bear had lunch, we went inside to see Kirby's Grandma. This old...
#childhood
#friendship
#memories
#ShortStory
#summer
95 reads
8 Comments
Stoney223
WOLF BAY33
WOLF BAY33
Poem Published
28th Jan 2025 3:27pm
28th Jan 2025 3:27pm
Without love
What is life without love, for is it still call life when we are alone in the dead of the night skies. THAT hangs upon our very words, like the silence of our night tears that seems, to be lost in the very mixture of unforgotten time. ⌚ For sure do we really know what is life without love, but yet we still crave that real feeling of love and affection, and support and understanding. Only to be denied that what we crave due to the point, that we start shifting our own personal thoughts, 🤔 to dive deeper than deep into the process of the way that, we think and believe in our heart...
#childhood
#fatherhood
#happiness
#LifeCycle
#motherhood
112 reads
0 Comments
tree1325
tree
tree
Poem Published
27th Jan 2025 11:36pm
27th Jan 2025 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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0 Comments
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
108 reads
2 Comments
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