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.
CeeCee-Elaine
Nugz
Nugz
Poem Published
30th Oct 2024 12:44pm
30th Oct 2024 12:44pm
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
105 reads
5 Comments
Lozzamus
Poem Published
29th Oct 2024 8:12am
29th Oct 2024 8:12am
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
88 reads
4 Comments
Stoney223
WOLF BAY33
WOLF BAY33
Poem Published
26th Oct 2024 11:11pm
26th Oct 2024 11:11pm
A dysfunctional family life
It's me again the story teller of words ✍️ I write these words from my own memories of my past life, as I read a story that reminded me of my own past life. 🤨 What the abuse had done to me a reflection upon my own life and world. 🌎 For I can relate to this story of living with a abusive man, not my real father. 🤨 YET he felt it necessary to hit me and to put his hands on me, when he was drunk punching and hitting me with his fist. 👊 Yet my own mother would say to me that's what you a man in your life. 😲 Yet treating it like it was alright...
#childhood
#dialogue
#emotional
#StreamOfConsciousness
#teens
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2 Comments
I_was_rare_once
RareFaction
RareFaction
Poem Published
23rd Oct 2024 5:38am
23rd Oct 2024 5:38am
#102
Long days in old school hallways bottle flipping choco true moo with no friends always.
It's not with false lenses just a snapshot of life;
I made some lonely habits just to escape from the fights.
Big blanket, crossed legs my personal cave.
A chamber for brave and the innocent slave.
A funny little boy with a funny low voice who out choiced the ploy and laughed, cried and rejoiced.
I always was the imaginative type.
The kind of kid who plays alone just imagining life with no labor, broke and no haters.
I just elaborate strife.
Just a collateral...
It's not with false lenses just a snapshot of life;
I made some lonely habits just to escape from the fights.
Big blanket, crossed legs my personal cave.
A chamber for brave and the innocent slave.
A funny little boy with a funny low voice who out choiced the ploy and laughed, cried and rejoiced.
I always was the imaginative type.
The kind of kid who plays alone just imagining life with no labor, broke and no haters.
I just elaborate strife.
Just a collateral...
#childhood
#loneliness
#SelfReflection
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Ryan-G-Hayward
Poem Published
22nd Oct 2024 4:41am
22nd Oct 2024 4:41am
Salacious Fat Drippings
What would you do to pay for evil sins
I could have blamed them on an evil twin
Living within as an excuse for my actions
But we all congregate towards one faction
You can't make excuses for vile
corruption
But as a boy I was free to sail
But this world dropped fat salacious
I was only six when considered delicious.
I could have blamed them on an evil twin
Living within as an excuse for my actions
But we all congregate towards one faction
You can't make excuses for vile
corruption
But as a boy I was free to sail
But this world dropped fat salacious
I was only six when considered delicious.
#childhood
129 reads
4 Comments
LostViking
Lost Viking
Lost Viking
Poem Published
21st Oct 2024 2:20pm
21st Oct 2024 2:20pm
The Girl Inside of Her
That little girl is still inside of her,
still needing the touch of affection
from a father distracted by his own desire.
Wooing her, I hoped that I might be
a portion of her father, letting her know
she is a wonderful young woman, unique in her beauty.
But when I entered her, I did not enter
as a father but as a man consumed with lust.
She must have sensed my hunger.
At the moment of my coming, she gasped.
Her her eyes held tears at their edge.
Did she cry because of the loss
of innocence or because the desires...
still needing the touch of affection
from a father distracted by his own desire.
Wooing her, I hoped that I might be
a portion of her father, letting her know
she is a wonderful young woman, unique in her beauty.
But when I entered her, I did not enter
as a father but as a man consumed with lust.
She must have sensed my hunger.
At the moment of my coming, she gasped.
Her her eyes held tears at their edge.
Did she cry because of the loss
of innocence or because the desires...
#childhood
#father
#lust
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Ryan-G-Hayward
Poem Published
21st Oct 2024 1:54am
21st Oct 2024 1:54am
Untitled (All 3 Parts)
Its breaking....
Under sea.
Underneath,
I lost all feeling,
Do fish not feel
the rod piercing?
Sometimes
I was too
Vulnerable
breakable
fragile
young
small
tiny,
me.
I'm getting tired
I'm too weary
to surface.
Resilience,
is not a word
but a death
sentence
of irony plates
I breathe in.
Hey,
do you wish
to see
the worse
in me,
the abyss
snaps
the frame,
Inner child...
its frozen eye...
I still...
Under sea.
Underneath,
I lost all feeling,
Do fish not feel
the rod piercing?
Sometimes
I was too
Vulnerable
breakable
fragile
young
small
tiny,
me.
I'm getting tired
I'm too weary
to surface.
Resilience,
is not a word
but a death
sentence
of irony plates
I breathe in.
Hey,
do you wish
to see
the worse
in me,
the abyss
snaps
the frame,
Inner child...
its frozen eye...
I still...
#abuse
#childhood
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Lozzamus
Poem Published
17th Oct 2024 8:35am
17th Oct 2024 8:35am
Secrets - Robert And Gordon
Later, I check on Robert. He's sleeping in his room. 'Night, buddy,' I whisper, adjusting the brown teddy bear so it won't fall.
It is quiet, far too quiet for me. The static stillness of the country gives the impression of time slowing down, stopping altogether. I find a beer in the fridge, sit on the sofa bed and drink. So much for good intentions. Fitness, diet. I don't want to go to sleep. Sleep frightens me, has done ever since Vince Macarthur brought his crowbar down on my head, screaming his innocence again and again. My recovery from the attack took several years....
It is quiet, far too quiet for me. The static stillness of the country gives the impression of time slowing down, stopping altogether. I find a beer in the fridge, sit on the sofa bed and drink. So much for good intentions. Fitness, diet. I don't want to go to sleep. Sleep frightens me, has done ever since Vince Macarthur brought his crowbar down on my head, screaming his innocence again and again. My recovery from the attack took several years....
#childhood
#family
#memories
#mystery
#risk
110 reads
3 Comments
Casted_Runes
Mr Karswell
Mr Karswell
Poem Published
16th Oct 2024 1:26am
16th Oct 2024 1:26am
The Spectral Window
I don’t believe in ghosts,
but once when I was just fifteen
I walked into an empty room
inside my mother’s flat,
a room that was large and empty
and filled with odds and ends,
an old round table here,
a clothes horse there…
and through the curtainless window
the moonlight shone and started me.
So it was nothing much at all,
but in that moment I did not
believe in ghosts and yet
was scared of them.
but once when I was just fifteen
I walked into an empty room
inside my mother’s flat,
a room that was large and empty
and filled with odds and ends,
an old round table here,
a clothes horse there…
and through the curtainless window
the moonlight shone and started me.
So it was nothing much at all,
but in that moment I did not
believe in ghosts and yet
was scared of them.
#childhood
#ghosts
#memories #mother
#memories #mother
124 reads
4 Comments
AutoDice
Poem Published
11th Oct 2024 8:51am
11th Oct 2024 8:51am
Frog-otten
The frogs like to speak to me
They tell me lots of cool things
Once they said you loved books
And claim you only wear striped socks
They say you play pretend with them
And take them on little adventures
But no matter how much I talk
To the flies
To the ladybugs
To the grasshoppers
And even the frogs
I will never, ever get the confidence
To compliment you.
They tell me lots of cool things
Once they said you loved books
And claim you only wear striped socks
They say you play pretend with them
And take them on little adventures
But no matter how much I talk
To the flies
To the ladybugs
To the grasshoppers
And even the frogs
I will never, ever get the confidence
To compliment you.
#admiration
#anxiety
#childhood
#fear
#FreeVerse
65 reads
1 Comment
Lozzamus
Poem Published
9th Oct 2024 11:27am
9th Oct 2024 11:27am
Secrets - Back to Lancashire (2)
Hills, and more hills, conjuring up thoughts of the old tongue twister about the ragged rascal running round and round the rugged hill. I get lost on the way. After stopping to look at the map, I retrace the route over a bridge and past a tiny village church, the colour of hay.
'Nearly there,' I say to Robert, listening to an iPod in the back.
My son doesn't reply, just stares out of the window. He's eight.
I wish you could meet Robert. I'm sure he'd warm to you. He does to certain people, but he has never bonded with me. I won’t use the word autism, but...
'Nearly there,' I say to Robert, listening to an iPod in the back.
My son doesn't reply, just stares out of the window. He's eight.
I wish you could meet Robert. I'm sure he'd warm to you. He does to certain people, but he has never bonded with me. I won’t use the word autism, but...
#childhood
#mystery
#risk
98 reads
6 Comments
u53l355
Poem Published
8th Oct 2024 2:32pm
8th Oct 2024 2:32pm
Twinkle in the eye
I can feel it ,
Gripping,
Tightening hands around my inner psychey,
Changing whatever was left of the child that resided within.
My refection once had a glimmer in its eye , a twinkle in its smile and an aura of something so beautiful words can never explain.
Obsessions carry me
Friends drop me
Solidarity smothers me
My pillow calls for me
A screen then keeps me awake
I've lost my child
Outgrown my dreams
Ive given up on what made me
Me .
Gripping,
Tightening hands around my inner psychey,
Changing whatever was left of the child that resided within.
My refection once had a glimmer in its eye , a twinkle in its smile and an aura of something so beautiful words can never explain.
Obsessions carry me
Friends drop me
Solidarity smothers me
My pillow calls for me
A screen then keeps me awake
I've lost my child
Outgrown my dreams
Ive given up on what made me
Me .
#aging
#childhood
#depression
#emptiness
#MentalHealth
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