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.
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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oldmanG
Poem Published
8th Oct 2024 4:18am
8th Oct 2024 4:18am
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 10:59am
7th Oct 2024 10:59am
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 3:21am
7th Oct 2024 3:21am
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
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missjem56
Poem Published
4th Oct 2024 00:50am
4th Oct 2024 00:50am
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 7:09pm
3rd Oct 2024 7:09pm
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
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oldmanG
Poem Published
2nd Oct 2024 9:39pm
2nd Oct 2024 9:39pm
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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Koulouri
Poem Published
29th Sep 2024 11:42pm
29th Sep 2024 11:42pm
Teach Me How to Love
I was raised with love being
a sharp knife
and hurtful words.
Sometimes I still
feel the desire
to cause pain
under the guise of love.
But with you
I want to be gentle.
I want to hold you.
I don't know
what love is
but I know
I don't want to hurt you.
Maybe we can
make a new name
for this feeling I have.
I'd like to make that with you.
a sharp knife
and hurtful words.
Sometimes I still
feel the desire
to cause pain
under the guise of love.
But with you
I want to be gentle.
I want to hold you.
I don't know
what love is
but I know
I don't want to hurt you.
Maybe we can
make a new name
for this feeling I have.
I'd like to make that with you.
#abuse
#childhood
#FallingInLove
#FirstLove
#love
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Indie
Miss Indie
Miss Indie
Poem Published
29th Sep 2024 10:11am
29th Sep 2024 10:11am
freedom tastes like today
Your laughter
is the embodiment
of the perfect Spring day
a bright sun breeze tusseling
your dark curls
For just a moment
this is a snapshot
of an uncomplicated childhood
the kind Hollywood makes
pretty movies about
For just a moment
I remember what it was like
to spin carefree in the sun
wet green grass under my feet
and believe there was no greater
freedom than right there and then
with laughter spilling from me
full of a lightness I've never found
in adulthood
...
is the embodiment
of the perfect Spring day
a bright sun breeze tusseling
your dark curls
For just a moment
this is a snapshot
of an uncomplicated childhood
the kind Hollywood makes
pretty movies about
For just a moment
I remember what it was like
to spin carefree in the sun
wet green grass under my feet
and believe there was no greater
freedom than right there and then
with laughter spilling from me
full of a lightness I've never found
in adulthood
...
#childhood
#happiness
#memories
163 reads
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Nixprty
Poem Published
27th Sep 2024 2:35am
27th Sep 2024 2:35am
New
It is new
It shines
It spins
And flashes
Blue
Purple
Pink
It plays
Music
And it dances
They gather to watch
They rush to the edge of the stage
Screaming
Encore
Encore
Encore
It was beautiful
Pure and soft
White as flame
Fresh and sweet
They ran their fingers down its side
Greasy trails left behind
Impossible to wash out
Slowly the song
Skips and wavers ...
It shines
It spins
And flashes
Blue
Purple
Pink
It plays
Music
And it dances
They gather to watch
They rush to the edge of the stage
Screaming
Encore
Encore
Encore
It was beautiful
Pure and soft
White as flame
Fresh and sweet
They ran their fingers down its side
Greasy trails left behind
Impossible to wash out
Slowly the song
Skips and wavers ...
#abuse
#childhood
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missjem56
Poem Published
26th Sep 2024 5:41pm
26th Sep 2024 5:41pm
Going Dutch
seem to be reminiscing alot of late. today about the 14 schools i went to, in the space of just 11 years, the first two in Dutch (my favourite, the second Dutch school, i was teachers pet. i know this, as she kept me in a cage at the back of the class!) in reality, i was invited to her house. she was widowed, her husband had been in the Dutch Resistance during WWII, and died at the ands of the Nazi's. she taught me how she made her own butter, and was generally a really lovely woman, that i desperately hoped would adopt me, anything to get away from my family! her name was Mrs Paul...
#childhood
#happiness
#memories #school
#memories #school
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Pinkdreams
Poem Published
22nd Sep 2024 7:01pm
22nd Sep 2024 7:01pm
The Road to Pastrami
I don't need a guru
I've no use for a swami
I just need a trip back home
to find the best pastrami
The Jewish delis of my childhood
gleaming buckets of sauerkraut
pastrami so hot it steamed the bread,
sharp-crusted rye, without a doubt
Frilly toothpicks
red or blue
secured the mountains of beef
so much food, but I could eat it all
to exactly no one's relief
Maybe it's just stupidity
but I'm craving Miami's humidity
I want the ocean and the burning sand
I want to reexplore my childhood land
...
I've no use for a swami
I just need a trip back home
to find the best pastrami
The Jewish delis of my childhood
gleaming buckets of sauerkraut
pastrami so hot it steamed the bread,
sharp-crusted rye, without a doubt
Frilly toothpicks
red or blue
secured the mountains of beef
so much food, but I could eat it all
to exactly no one's relief
Maybe it's just stupidity
but I'm craving Miami's humidity
I want the ocean and the burning sand
I want to reexplore my childhood land
...
#childhood
#food
#nostalgia #passion
#nostalgia #passion
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