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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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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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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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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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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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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The Truth Fairy
Under the pillow, a tooth was placed.
A child waiting, all snug in haste.
But a different fairy, with wings so bright,
slipped into the room in the middle of the night.
Not the Tooth Fairy with glitter and cheer
but the Truth Fairy, solemn and near.
With a sigh, she whispered, “It’s time to reveal
the secrets and truths that life may conceal.”
In dreams the child was gently led
to scenes of truth, both hoped and dread.
A mirror showed friends who might betray
and promises broken along the way.
Eyes...
A child waiting, all snug in haste.
But a different fairy, with wings so bright,
slipped into the room in the middle of the night.
Not the Tooth Fairy with glitter and cheer
but the Truth Fairy, solemn and near.
With a sigh, she whispered, “It’s time to reveal
the secrets and truths that life may conceal.”
In dreams the child was gently led
to scenes of truth, both hoped and dread.
A mirror showed friends who might betray
and promises broken along the way.
Eyes...
#childhood
#fairies
#magic
#memories
#philosophical
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innocence
sadness overcomes me and my inner woman fades
my voice within quiets and I retreat
part of me has no choice but to stay and feel the pain
everything silences, I feel so deeply
I've gotten the souls inside me, to sanctuary
it may seem strange but there are many that live within me
innocense being my soul child
a little being with keen observations of the world
I hear her talking to God
she always prays for me
leading the evening requests for beauty
she is curious about the world
too eager to know things
my...
my voice within quiets and I retreat
part of me has no choice but to stay and feel the pain
everything silences, I feel so deeply
I've gotten the souls inside me, to sanctuary
it may seem strange but there are many that live within me
innocense being my soul child
a little being with keen observations of the world
I hear her talking to God
she always prays for me
leading the evening requests for beauty
she is curious about the world
too eager to know things
my...
#childhood
#memories
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Secrets - Meeting With Gordon
I recognise him straightaway. Gordon Day, even though he looks nothing like the Gordon Day you and I knew once. Back then, Gordon was a small boy, ruddy faced, with a mop of reddish-brown hair – lovable, in a way, but impish, I suppose. The guy in the gym looks like a tough nut capable of taking someone round the side and laying into them. He's wearing a blue gym vest with the gym logo on, the sort of vest that shows off serious muscle, and his cropped hair and the grin make him appear more youthful than a person in their mid-thirties.
He stops talking to the henna hair...
He stops talking to the henna hair...
#childhood
#conflict
#friendship
#memories
#mystery
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wine
#dark
#abuse
#childhood
#depression
#PTSD
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Princess full of hope & dreams
Brushes her long long hair
In front of the mirror
In the castle of clouds
Waiting for her Prince to come
In the distance
She sees a bright light
Her wishing star
And from her heart
She wishes to find love as the princess smiles
Little Princess in the Fairy tale land
Little Princess with a heart of gold
Little Princess dancing under the rainbow
Little Princess ain't life so grand?
In the battle with reality – what will remain?
She’s plays hide and seek with herself,
The trials of love,...
In front of the mirror
In the castle of clouds
Waiting for her Prince to come
In the distance
She sees a bright light
Her wishing star
And from her heart
She wishes to find love as the princess smiles
Little Princess in the Fairy tale land
Little Princess with a heart of gold
Little Princess dancing under the rainbow
Little Princess ain't life so grand?
In the battle with reality – what will remain?
She’s plays hide and seek with herself,
The trials of love,...
#childhood
#dreams
#hope #love
#hope #love
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Tooth Fairy
I still remember the day I found out true love was just chemicals.
The dragging of my moms favourite kitchen stool over linoleum.
Fragile hands almost too small to sweep the dust from the top of the refrigerator.
That echoing 'pop' of an old film container etched into my mind like woodwork.
Right before the world shattered—
Came crashing to the floor with a handful of my old teeth.
I sped barefoot down the hall.
And how I'd give anything to forget that
first door on the left.
Shakey breaths, clenching my fists until they white...
The dragging of my moms favourite kitchen stool over linoleum.
Fragile hands almost too small to sweep the dust from the top of the refrigerator.
That echoing 'pop' of an old film container etched into my mind like woodwork.
Right before the world shattered—
Came crashing to the floor with a handful of my old teeth.
I sped barefoot down the hall.
And how I'd give anything to forget that
first door on the left.
Shakey breaths, clenching my fists until they white...
#childhood
#family
#lies
#love
#sadness
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Secrets - Doubts
He weren't there, lad,' your dad says, as if guessing my thoughts. 'Our Scott's looked into it. Vince Macarthur never went into the woods that afternoon. He only popped out to go to the corner shop and that took no longer than five minutes and then he fell fast asleep in front of tele. He were woken up later when the police came.'
'How does Scott know that?' I say, hoping my question doesn't come across as rude.
'Never mind how he knows. Are you going to tell us what really happened?'
'I already have.'
Your dad stands up. 'Okay, lad, that's it....
'How does Scott know that?' I say, hoping my question doesn't come across as rude.
'Never mind how he knows. Are you going to tell us what really happened?'
'I already have.'
Your dad stands up. 'Okay, lad, that's it....
#childhood
#memories
#mystery #risk
#mystery #risk
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