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.
Ryan-G-Hayward
Poem Published
4th Dec 2024 10:24am
4th Dec 2024 10:24am
Dull Marble (Revised)
I found a little dull marble,
an unremarkable nothing,
Belonged to given reasons
It was once a something.
I kept it safe in back pocket
for someone's sweet locket.
Vibrations, slammed lockers
and a sweet girl of a looker.
Down in gown's fleecing
bee sting's that's piercing.
an unremarkable nothing,
Belonged to given reasons
It was once a something.
I kept it safe in back pocket
for someone's sweet locket.
Vibrations, slammed lockers
and a sweet girl of a looker.
Down in gown's fleecing
bee sting's that's piercing.
#childhood
#UnrequitedLove
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Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
3rd Dec 2024 10:20am
3rd Dec 2024 10:20am
A sight I will never forget
A UPS truck ran into a telephone pole on the corner near my home
I was 10
Skinny freaked out, wild eyed and full of shit
The driver's head went through the windshield
Exploded on the telephone pole
Never occurred to me
The beauty of that scene
Blood, brains and all that milk
Everything ran down to the gutter
I ran down the hill observing the greying milk snake
My parents on the other hand were quite annoyed
The package they were expecting was destroyed!
I was 10
Skinny freaked out, wild eyed and full of shit
The driver's head went through the windshield
Exploded on the telephone pole
Never occurred to me
The beauty of that scene
Blood, brains and all that milk
Everything ran down to the gutter
I ran down the hill observing the greying milk snake
My parents on the other hand were quite annoyed
The package they were expecting was destroyed!
#cars
#childhood
#death
#horror
#memories
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Lozzamus
Poem Published
2nd Dec 2024 2:22pm
2nd Dec 2024 2:22pm
Secrets - Vow Of Silence
They say the bike race was my idea, that you and the others would have preferred to stay indoors that August Bank Holiday Monday. In the shade where it was nice and cool. But your mum agreed with me. It's a lovely day, she said, why don't you go out and play in the park before school starts again?
Except I lied, according to the evidence. I suggested the local park; that's true. But once we got out, I came up with the idea of going in the opposite direction, to Whaley Hill. Our parents didn't like us going to Whaley Hill, especially the reservoir at the top. They thought the hill...
Except I lied, according to the evidence. I suggested the local park; that's true. But once we got out, I came up with the idea of going in the opposite direction, to Whaley Hill. Our parents didn't like us going to Whaley Hill, especially the reservoir at the top. They thought the hill...
#childhood
#memories
#mystery #risk
#mystery #risk
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Stoney223
WOLF BAY33
WOLF BAY33
Poem Published
23rd Nov 2024 8:37pm
23rd Nov 2024 8:37pm
It's a blessing to be loved
How often do you wish that you finally met someone, who has the same passion as you have to be able, and willing to share there life and love with you 💕 As with respect and honor and support, and understanding involving that realness of honesty truth and trust. 😉 But yet in these days and times, that's 😞 not seems it's gonna happen, due to the deepness of the heart. Along with the deepness of the pain, that has been broken like tiny pieces of broken shatter glass. Yet they have said that no one is sent to you, by chance or accident. 🤔 FOR it's with these kind...
#childhood
#fatherhood
#LifeCycle
#marriage
#motherhood
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4 Comments
Mars_August
Mars August
Mars August
Poem Published
21st Nov 2024 3:26pm
21st Nov 2024 3:26pm
Letter to Myself as a Child
Hello,
You are called by someone else’s name
But, still, you recognize your own reflection in the distance.
You know that you are there, somewhere, and you are worth
whole palaces made of stardust stalactites,
troves of pink gemstones that pulse
as fast as your little heart.
The shadows take the shape of mouths at night and
you are so brave, you find ways to shield yourself from them
using no magic.
You are so brave, you taught us how to be our own
nightlight in abject darkness.
You are my Joan of Arc, you are not afraid.
You...
You are called by someone else’s name
But, still, you recognize your own reflection in the distance.
You know that you are there, somewhere, and you are worth
whole palaces made of stardust stalactites,
troves of pink gemstones that pulse
as fast as your little heart.
The shadows take the shape of mouths at night and
you are so brave, you find ways to shield yourself from them
using no magic.
You are so brave, you taught us how to be our own
nightlight in abject darkness.
You are my Joan of Arc, you are not afraid.
You...
#childhood
#identity
#SelfReflection #SelfWorth
#SelfReflection #SelfWorth
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Nixprty
Poem Published
19th Nov 2024 1:06am
19th Nov 2024 1:06am
Green
It's the tides that breathe,
It's the trees.
Its the windows unwashed,
It's the way you said it.
You grip the side of the table,
You kick your legs wildly.
You look for an answer,
You don't hit anything.
It's the teeth still loose,
It's sleep still running,
It's the smell of my youth.
You tack a photo to the wall,
You smile the same way,
I look 2 inches taller.
It's the dreams still real,
It's the Halloween costumes,
It's the plastic spoons.
It's the way you said it,
You said it.
Said it like a name...
It's the trees.
Its the windows unwashed,
It's the way you said it.
You grip the side of the table,
You kick your legs wildly.
You look for an answer,
You don't hit anything.
It's the teeth still loose,
It's sleep still running,
It's the smell of my youth.
You tack a photo to the wall,
You smile the same way,
I look 2 inches taller.
It's the dreams still real,
It's the Halloween costumes,
It's the plastic spoons.
It's the way you said it,
You said it.
Said it like a name...
#bittersweet
#childhood
#sadness
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Koulouri
Poem Published
19th Nov 2024 00:59am
19th Nov 2024 00:59am
Stuffing and Fabric
My childhood drags on the ground
behind me
like an old stuffed animal,
torm and dirty.
My little hand holds
tightly onto it,
scared of what happens
if I let go.
And yet it pains me,
to know that it is there,
to know that I keep something
well past its time.
So I do not look,
except for blurry glances,
because I need to know
that it's there.
behind me
like an old stuffed animal,
torm and dirty.
My little hand holds
tightly onto it,
scared of what happens
if I let go.
And yet it pains me,
to know that it is there,
to know that I keep something
well past its time.
So I do not look,
except for blurry glances,
because I need to know
that it's there.
#abuse
#childhood
#fear #PersonalGrowth
#fear #PersonalGrowth
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Stoney223
WOLF BAY33
WOLF BAY33
Poem Published
19th Nov 2024 00:27am
19th Nov 2024 00:27am
What do you think
WE are still going through the same situations now, that has been created by us and the government, by the form of pure separation, as if enough is not enough to continue. TO stand and tolerate the deepness of our the hurt and pain, that seems to be able to keep us occupied with the nonsense. Along with drama and destruction of massive form of real separation. 🤨Against you and me as a family, for the togetherness of real value of ourselves. FROM the past few years. When we had the family, structure of rebuilding our lives. For how many of us remember, what it was like when we stood...
#birth
#childhood
#fatherhood
#LifeCycle
#motherhood
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oldmanG
Poem Published
18th Nov 2024 1:09pm
18th Nov 2024 1:09pm
The Galaxy
Walking into the Galaxy
Got a few spare coins so I
See if I can set the high score
Drop some metal into the chamber
Hear it sink down out of my existence
Metal ball falls into the groove
Pull it back then I let it loose
See twinkling lights and hear bells ring
As it falls back to me
Got to be quick with the flippers
Hits off the bumper and I swing it back
I’m too fast for this smooth metal Pearl
It comes right back at me and I agree
That I have magic fingertips
Push the button what...
Got a few spare coins so I
See if I can set the high score
Drop some metal into the chamber
Hear it sink down out of my existence
Metal ball falls into the groove
Pull it back then I let it loose
See twinkling lights and hear bells ring
As it falls back to me
Got to be quick with the flippers
Hits off the bumper and I swing it back
I’m too fast for this smooth metal Pearl
It comes right back at me and I agree
That I have magic fingertips
Push the button what...
#childhood
#success
#teens
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cantocinque
Poem Published
17th Nov 2024 6:46pm
17th Nov 2024 6:46pm
Iris Eileen
young lark delights
over prairie fields
soaring high for
the golden light
lark caged within
cities of care
calling out for
expansive lands
released lark
ascending
finding home
in spirit’s hands
over prairie fields
soaring high for
the golden light
lark caged within
cities of care
calling out for
expansive lands
released lark
ascending
finding home
in spirit’s hands
#childhood
#death
#motherhood
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SeaCat
Poem Published
15th Nov 2024 7:55pm
15th Nov 2024 7:55pm
On slicing a Kiwi Fruit
Like cracking a pebble and finding a fossil —
that no eyes have ever seen
there you were, unexpected —
a little green face gazing,
from the kitchen worktop.
My heart sighed,
seeing your pip eyes, beady, staring
knowing nothing of shape or colour;
Breakfast waited, while I stood
blinking at this sudden kiwi-creature,
tiny flat Martian,
helpless as a planet
without a mothering star;
I cradled you in my palm.
Silent
without whimper or wail,
did you exist before the cut? Would you exist ...
that no eyes have ever seen
there you were, unexpected —
a little green face gazing,
from the kitchen worktop.
My heart sighed,
seeing your pip eyes, beady, staring
knowing nothing of shape or colour;
Breakfast waited, while I stood
blinking at this sudden kiwi-creature,
tiny flat Martian,
helpless as a planet
without a mothering star;
I cradled you in my palm.
Silent
without whimper or wail,
did you exist before the cut? Would you exist ...
#childhood
#fairies
#food #magic
#food #magic
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IntoTheRain
Poem Published
14th Nov 2024 5:19pm
14th Nov 2024 5:19pm
Stillness
He is kneeling at the dining room table,
as if he is praying.
Tenderly he opens his hands,
and I see he is cradling our sky blue parakeet.
Tears streaming down his red cheeks, he looks at me.
The tiny creature taking its last breaths.
Feathers ripped from its wings and blood speckled on Dad's fingers.
The cat, I thought. Oh no.
We didn't say a word. His eyes told me there was nothing we can do.
Suddenly, I am spinning.
My throat becomes tight, like a hand is pressing against my voice box.
My eyes become hot,...
as if he is praying.
Tenderly he opens his hands,
and I see he is cradling our sky blue parakeet.
Tears streaming down his red cheeks, he looks at me.
The tiny creature taking its last breaths.
Feathers ripped from its wings and blood speckled on Dad's fingers.
The cat, I thought. Oh no.
We didn't say a word. His eyes told me there was nothing we can do.
Suddenly, I am spinning.
My throat becomes tight, like a hand is pressing against my voice box.
My eyes become hot,...
#anxiety
#childhood
#despair
#family
#sadness
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