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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Girl Just Wanted to Have Fun
The teacher always told her not to stand up on the swing but she always did it anyway.
I hated her guts because she always used to chase me home from school, pull my hair and try to kiss me.
She was huge and ghastly.
She scared the shit out of me.
One day at lunch she was doing her standing on the swing stunt, while the sound of Cyndi Lauper filled the air from a shitty cassette deck radio near by.
She was singing along to "Girls Just Wanna Have Fun" when she fell off and ate the ground so hard!
It still makes me cringe and laugh thinking about it now....
I hated her guts because she always used to chase me home from school, pull my hair and try to kiss me.
She was huge and ghastly.
She scared the shit out of me.
One day at lunch she was doing her standing on the swing stunt, while the sound of Cyndi Lauper filled the air from a shitty cassette deck radio near by.
She was singing along to "Girls Just Wanna Have Fun" when she fell off and ate the ground so hard!
It still makes me cringe and laugh thinking about it now....
#childhood
#school
#funny
#acceptance
#nonfiction
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Scars Run Deep
Scars of children acquired so young
Can last a lifetime, leave their deep mark
They suffer inside and wonder what
They did to deserve a life so dark
Caregivers mishandling the ones
They're supposed to love
Robbing a young one
Of a normal childhood
Some scars they just
Won't go away from
Lost souls past transgressions
Even when they've been forgiven
Can last a lifetime, leave their deep mark
They suffer inside and wonder what
They did to deserve a life so dark
Caregivers mishandling the ones
They're supposed to love
Robbing a young one
Of a normal childhood
Some scars they just
Won't go away from
Lost souls past transgressions
Even when they've been forgiven
#childhood
#despair
#suffering #hurt
#suffering #hurt
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Inter-Planet Janet and the Alien Doomsday Device
#forgiveness
#childhood
#sex
#aliens
#scifi
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Embracing The Aquatic - Heat 3
If we pay to use
the neighborhood pool,
you will join the swim team.”
A parental edict
we thought was real mean.
Getting up early
on Summer-break day's
Mounting old, purple
Schwinn bicycle,
slowly, reluctantly peddling…
sloth off to practice
for a Saturday meet
Beach towel, goggles
dangling ‘roun neck.
Wearing too brief,
light/darker blue-striped Speedo.
Splashers’ mandated
racing suit…
that if worn today,
would get me arrested.
Greeted each day
by smiley Coach Butch...
the neighborhood pool,
you will join the swim team.”
A parental edict
we thought was real mean.
Getting up early
on Summer-break day's
Mounting old, purple
Schwinn bicycle,
slowly, reluctantly peddling…
sloth off to practice
for a Saturday meet
Beach towel, goggles
dangling ‘roun neck.
Wearing too brief,
light/darker blue-striped Speedo.
Splashers’ mandated
racing suit…
that if worn today,
would get me arrested.
Greeted each day
by smiley Coach Butch...
#childhood
#water
#memorial #sports
#memorial #sports
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Thirteen
#mother
#teens
#childhood
#birthday
#drugs
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Post-Childhood Self-Mothering
Post-Childhood Mothering
I wrap my body
around the body of my unguided youth,
the child who wept at a speedway, lost, on their own,
who saw photos of her sister long before she met her,
knew her Father's name
only by the name she decided
outside towering Old Bailey,
who knew the affliction of errors in white crochet,
man's hands before knowing how to soften them,
fear before fear had a face,
dreamt of warriors and peaches and bicycle rides,
experienced life upon life upon desert -
held and rocked and fathomed ...
I wrap my body
around the body of my unguided youth,
the child who wept at a speedway, lost, on their own,
who saw photos of her sister long before she met her,
knew her Father's name
only by the name she decided
outside towering Old Bailey,
who knew the affliction of errors in white crochet,
man's hands before knowing how to soften them,
fear before fear had a face,
dreamt of warriors and peaches and bicycle rides,
experienced life upon life upon desert -
held and rocked and fathomed ...
#motherhood
#childhood
#memories #aging
#memories #aging
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Spin it Black
It was a thing at the time
in tourist towns everywhere
i aligned with it in Gatlinburg, Tennessee
the summer before first grade
my cousin Sue Rose
an old girl of 14
is watching me squeeze condiment bottles of paint
onto the fast-spinning little canvas
round and round it goes
as i squeeze pink and blue and lime green
Sue Rose keeps exclaiming how pretty it is!
for some reason this bothers me
I grab the pointy tipped bottle of black
wrap both of my little hands around it
and give a mighty...
in tourist towns everywhere
i aligned with it in Gatlinburg, Tennessee
the summer before first grade
my cousin Sue Rose
an old girl of 14
is watching me squeeze condiment bottles of paint
onto the fast-spinning little canvas
round and round it goes
as i squeeze pink and blue and lime green
Sue Rose keeps exclaiming how pretty it is!
for some reason this bothers me
I grab the pointy tipped bottle of black
wrap both of my little hands around it
and give a mighty...
#dark
#childhood
#art
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young and fearless
i was once
young
and fearless,
i did
things
to my
satisfaction,
too careless
to be
beat down,
but now
so many
years
have passed,
my youth
long gone,
and i
take
my time,
i'm
a little
more cautious
these days.
young
and fearless,
i did
things
to my
satisfaction,
too careless
to be
beat down,
but now
so many
years
have passed,
my youth
long gone,
and i
take
my time,
i'm
a little
more cautious
these days.
#regret
#childhood
#frustration
#aging
#denial
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moonlight drive
full moon
blood orange,
the stars
in their
bone boxes,
all waiting,
bowing,
perhaps
it is
sentimental,
in
the event
it was
once weddings,
fat babies,
now, this
and that.
blood orange,
the stars
in their
bone boxes,
all waiting,
bowing,
perhaps
it is
sentimental,
in
the event
it was
once weddings,
fat babies,
now, this
and that.
#childhood
#aging
#nostalgia #dating
#nostalgia #dating
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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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Life Inside a bedspread
It started in the half-light,
too cold to accept morning
waiting for footsteps on the stairs,
someone else to set the fire.
I stared into the deep weave
of my candlewick blue waves.
The threads opened as I fell through
landing soft and sickly, coughing
away my school days.
All left behind as my travels began,
chased and often eaten by giant dust mites,
sailing rivers of spilt milk on rafts of cornflakes,
running for cover in showers of spittle.
I became the map reader of myself
counting to...
too cold to accept morning
waiting for footsteps on the stairs,
someone else to set the fire.
I stared into the deep weave
of my candlewick blue waves.
The threads opened as I fell through
landing soft and sickly, coughing
away my school days.
All left behind as my travels began,
chased and often eaten by giant dust mites,
sailing rivers of spilt milk on rafts of cornflakes,
running for cover in showers of spittle.
I became the map reader of myself
counting to...
#childhood
#LifeStruggles
#illness
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The Other Is A Sleep
why am i here i ask
denied of a reply
making money the only task
taxed until the day i die
what is the meaning?
in the simplest terms
i keep on dreaming
without significant returns
i’m not surprised to find
that the world was rigged
open doors in my mind
it was my heart i gigged
numbed in the pale silence
current demons are encrypted
we kindly invite violence
while coming off as fake or scripted
another random, Tuesday
visiting the familiar voices
reminded of the role i play
the weight...
denied of a reply
making money the only task
taxed until the day i die
what is the meaning?
in the simplest terms
i keep on dreaming
without significant returns
i’m not surprised to find
that the world was rigged
open doors in my mind
it was my heart i gigged
numbed in the pale silence
current demons are encrypted
we kindly invite violence
while coming off as fake or scripted
another random, Tuesday
visiting the familiar voices
reminded of the role i play
the weight...
#childhood
#death
#LifeCycle #aging
#LifeCycle #aging
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