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.
LostViking
Lost Viking
Lost Viking
Poem Published
21st Oct 2024 1:20pm
21st Oct 2024 1:20pm
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
244 reads
4 Comments
Lozzamus
Poem Published
17th Oct 2024 7:35am
17th Oct 2024 7:35am
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
129 reads
3 Comments
Casted_Runes
Mr Karswell
Mr Karswell
Poem Published
16th Oct 2024 00:26am
16th Oct 2024 00:26am
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
148 reads
4 Comments
AutoDice
Poem Published
11th Oct 2024 7:51am
11th Oct 2024 7:51am
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
86 reads
1 Comment
Lozzamus
Poem Published
9th Oct 2024 10:27am
9th Oct 2024 10:27am
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
121 reads
6 Comments
u53l355
Poem Published
8th Oct 2024 1:32pm
8th Oct 2024 1:32pm
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
195 reads
3 Comments
oldmanG
Poem Published
8th Oct 2024 3:18am
8th Oct 2024 3:18am
Harmony Heaven
Harmony Montgomery
Was so pretty she didn’t sign up for this
Blue eyes with a smite that would melt your heart
Her (supposed) dad was a drug demon
She had to live all these nightmares
5 years old pretty as a penny
She suffered something I don’t want to see
5 years old looking for some Parents
Living in the back seat of an Oldsmobile
In a drug nightmare she shouldn’t see
Dad was a fuck up and Mom was missing
She’s being pounded beyond belief
I wish I...
Was so pretty she didn’t sign up for this
Blue eyes with a smite that would melt your heart
Her (supposed) dad was a drug demon
She had to live all these nightmares
5 years old pretty as a penny
She suffered something I don’t want to see
5 years old looking for some Parents
Living in the back seat of an Oldsmobile
In a drug nightmare she shouldn’t see
Dad was a fuck up and Mom was missing
She’s being pounded beyond belief
I wish I...
#abuse
#childhood
#murder
#rejection
#vulnerability
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Liziantus-Marantus
Poem Published
7th Oct 2024 9:59am
7th Oct 2024 9:59am
Childhood Memories
if I could live there just one day.
I would go back to happy times and sway.
I would visit stormy winters with friends.
Visits at the beach,make amends.
When I was young and nobody pretends.
We would travel to far away lands using our imagination.
And we would stay together like a whole another nation.
We would be safe in our own station.
Of friendship,love,desparation.
Like the day I were sad and you told me a joke.
I didn't get it,but it gave me hope.
It cheered me up and dried my tears.
But eventually,I had...
I would go back to happy times and sway.
I would visit stormy winters with friends.
Visits at the beach,make amends.
When I was young and nobody pretends.
We would travel to far away lands using our imagination.
And we would stay together like a whole another nation.
We would be safe in our own station.
Of friendship,love,desparation.
Like the day I were sad and you told me a joke.
I didn't get it,but it gave me hope.
It cheered me up and dried my tears.
But eventually,I had...
#childhood
#hope
#memorial
#sadness
#uplifting
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oldmanG
Poem Published
7th Oct 2024 2:21am
7th Oct 2024 2:21am
Breakers
Breakers
Down at the Breakers
Didn’t get…better
Down at the Breakers
Wish it lasted…forever
Nothin like a plastic bat
And some grass and a metal fence
Having your true love near
And some wind and sand in your… hair
It didn’t get more real
Smellin a steak on the corner
Of 10th and ocean…..Russo’s was King…
Down at the Breakers
We didn’t stop havin fun
Down at the breakers
Havin some fun n…son
And we ran out the room…
When Lindros was picked …number 88…..we thought we won...
Down at the Breakers
Didn’t get…better
Down at the Breakers
Wish it lasted…forever
Nothin like a plastic bat
And some grass and a metal fence
Having your true love near
And some wind and sand in your… hair
It didn’t get more real
Smellin a steak on the corner
Of 10th and ocean…..Russo’s was King…
Down at the Breakers
We didn’t stop havin fun
Down at the breakers
Havin some fun n…son
And we ran out the room…
When Lindros was picked …number 88…..we thought we won...
#childhood
#family
#memories
76 reads
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missjem56
Poem Published
3rd Oct 2024 11:50pm
3rd Oct 2024 11:50pm
Not At Peace, But Quiet (5-7-5)
Told
to
"shut
up
now!!!"
Selective
mutism
aged
four
Silent
for
a
year
by (and about) Jemia
to
"shut
up
now!!!"
Selective
mutism
aged
four
Silent
for
a
year
by (and about) Jemia
#childhood
#LifeAsAWriter
#MentalHealth #silence
#MentalHealth #silence
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Kendall_Cliche4
Poem Published
3rd Oct 2024 6:09pm
3rd Oct 2024 6:09pm
Adults
They watch you,
Smell you,
Scare you,
Stare at you,
But never hear you.
How could they?
They have not the nose,
Nor the freight,
Barley the ears,
And never the eyes,
Am I alone?
You start to wonder,
If nobody else,
Ever had the same suffer,
They never get it,
Maybe once they did,
Will you forget?
The pain that is?
So smell me,
See me,
Hear me,
Scare me,
Do as you please,
Cause you will never understand,
The feelings you tease.
Smell you,
Scare you,
Stare at you,
But never hear you.
How could they?
They have not the nose,
Nor the freight,
Barley the ears,
And never the eyes,
Am I alone?
You start to wonder,
If nobody else,
Ever had the same suffer,
They never get it,
Maybe once they did,
Will you forget?
The pain that is?
So smell me,
See me,
Hear me,
Scare me,
Do as you please,
Cause you will never understand,
The feelings you tease.
#childhood
#depression
#MentalHealth
#sadness
#teens
158 reads
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oldmanG
Poem Published
2nd Oct 2024 8:39pm
2nd Oct 2024 8:39pm
Dad’s Tool Closet (4/3/1987)
Dad’s tool closet (4/3/1987)
Hear whistling down the basement
Calls me like a preacher to church
She said I hum all day long
That’s where I get it from
Stumble down in a hurry know
My time with him is limited
So I try to make the most of it
He’s whistling while he putters on
Behind a big wooden door sits
Land of wonder for me to explore
Tools and Nicholson’s file where
He used to work
But the door seemed like a key
To figuring out daddy’s soul
Pretty much the only time we connected ...
Hear whistling down the basement
Calls me like a preacher to church
She said I hum all day long
That’s where I get it from
Stumble down in a hurry know
My time with him is limited
So I try to make the most of it
He’s whistling while he putters on
Behind a big wooden door sits
Land of wonder for me to explore
Tools and Nicholson’s file where
He used to work
But the door seemed like a key
To figuring out daddy’s soul
Pretty much the only time we connected ...
#childhood
#father
#memories #son
#memories #son
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