Popular Poems About Childhood
#childhood
Popular poems about childhood. Poems are listed in order of their popularity this month.
KristinaX
Poem Published
14th Feb 2025 10:00pm
14th Feb 2025 10:00pm
Like I Was Never Touched
There are things I don’t say.
Things I press down so deep,
they never had a voice—
only suffering,
only pain.
My body was never mine, not really.
Hands took it before I even knew how to feel.
Before I could understand the perversion,
before I understood the way a soul can fracture
and still keep moving.
I have been taken so many times,
I stopped believing there was anything left to keep.
I have been seen, but never known.
Touched, but never held.
Wanted so...
Things I press down so deep,
they never had a voice—
only suffering,
only pain.
My body was never mine, not really.
Hands took it before I even knew how to feel.
Before I could understand the perversion,
before I understood the way a soul can fracture
and still keep moving.
I have been taken so many times,
I stopped believing there was anything left to keep.
I have been seen, but never known.
Touched, but never held.
Wanted so...
#abuse
#love
#romantic
#suffering
#childhood
667 reads
80 Comments
KittyFromHell
Poem Published
25th Mar 2025 11:59pm
25th Mar 2025 11:59pm
No - A Word I Can No Longer Say
I used to be so full of "fuck you"
My heart was passionate,
My mind opinionated.
Boy, you couldn't tell me shit!
The years have gone by,
And I've grown older.
Days turned to decades
Of shutting up and backing down,
Playing by everyone else's rules
Just to get by.
Nights I've spent screaming and blubbering
Into blackness
The only time my voice truly finds me
Crawling back on hands and knees
After hours and hours
Of choking on words unsaid in the daylight.
These days I...
My heart was passionate,
My mind opinionated.
Boy, you couldn't tell me shit!
The years have gone by,
And I've grown older.
Days turned to decades
Of shutting up and backing down,
Playing by everyone else's rules
Just to get by.
Nights I've spent screaming and blubbering
Into blackness
The only time my voice truly finds me
Crawling back on hands and knees
After hours and hours
Of choking on words unsaid in the daylight.
These days I...
#childhood
#depression
#SelfDiscovery
#SelfReflection
#SelfWorth
91 reads
3 Comments
crimsin
Unveiling
Unveiling
Poem Published
21st Mar 2025 10:20pm
21st Mar 2025 10:20pm
stay safe
my sincerity bleeds honesty
my fragility answers you
from hurt spatter, I talk to you
emerging is vulnerability
my thoughts are turning
and I speak in whispers with a soft voice
this is who I am
truth be told I hid myself away
but you noticed me, didn't you?
me with sparklers in my hands
a child who never grew
lost in neverland
abandoned in the dark
with thoughts, I made it to safety
not knowing what happened in the dark
my mind never lets me see through the haze
don't tell me what...
my fragility answers you
from hurt spatter, I talk to you
emerging is vulnerability
my thoughts are turning
and I speak in whispers with a soft voice
this is who I am
truth be told I hid myself away
but you noticed me, didn't you?
me with sparklers in my hands
a child who never grew
lost in neverland
abandoned in the dark
with thoughts, I made it to safety
not knowing what happened in the dark
my mind never lets me see through the haze
don't tell me what...
#childhood
#dark
#memories
104 reads
9 Comments
brokentitanium
k.
k.
Poem Published
4th Apr 2025 00:53am
4th Apr 2025 00:53am
Me, Part Two: Melville Street
memories
pinned loosely to
a place
and therefore to
a time
nestled briefly between
first sentience and the meddling of adults
Random still frames:
feral preschoolers
grass stains, sidewalk scrapes
raw hotdog snack on the tire swing
wood bugs under rocks
the soft lap of Mrs. Cookie
Joey on his trike mostly naked
Best friend Rowan, my hero
wilder than her fiery hair
she spat at my mother!
She confided that she was a boy
and I nodded
yeah, of course
And that...
pinned loosely to
a place
and therefore to
a time
nestled briefly between
first sentience and the meddling of adults
Random still frames:
feral preschoolers
grass stains, sidewalk scrapes
raw hotdog snack on the tire swing
wood bugs under rocks
the soft lap of Mrs. Cookie
Joey on his trike mostly naked
Best friend Rowan, my hero
wilder than her fiery hair
she spat at my mother!
She confided that she was a boy
and I nodded
yeah, of course
And that...
#childhood
#friendship
#happiness
66 reads
3 Comments
brokentitanium
k.
k.
Poem Published
3rd Apr 2025 2:53am
3rd Apr 2025 2:53am
Me, Part One: Beginnings
I remember
exactly
nothing.
Which is to be expected, of course.
I have no recollection
of screaming my way into existence
on a snowy night.
All I know is that I arrived
just in time
for my dad to make it to hockey –
or, so legend has it.
But here are the few facts I have gleaned:
Three homes in about two years –
young family in transition.
A feisty older brother
And an even older sister
with a newly broken leg in a cast upon my arrival.
She says mom couldn’t/wouldn’t get out of bed...
exactly
nothing.
Which is to be expected, of course.
I have no recollection
of screaming my way into existence
on a snowy night.
All I know is that I arrived
just in time
for my dad to make it to hockey –
or, so legend has it.
But here are the few facts I have gleaned:
Three homes in about two years –
young family in transition.
A feisty older brother
And an even older sister
with a newly broken leg in a cast upon my arrival.
She says mom couldn’t/wouldn’t get out of bed...
#childhood
#family
#SelfReflection
77 reads
4 Comments
brokentitanium
k.
k.
Poem Published
9th Apr 2025 3:03am
9th Apr 2025 3:03am
Me, Part 3: Swim team and Mrs Lee
In those days,
really little kids were allowed to walk places
alone.
It must have taken at least a half-hour
to get to the pool.
Morning practice and lessons,
home for lunch,
then back all afternoon for free swim and another practice –
What a glorious life
for two months of the year!
The rest of the time
was more like jail or a morgue.
Mrs Lee kept the curtains closed tight
lest children get distracted
by signs of life.
Obviously not content with her existence,
she was determined to take us all down with...
really little kids were allowed to walk places
alone.
It must have taken at least a half-hour
to get to the pool.
Morning practice and lessons,
home for lunch,
then back all afternoon for free swim and another practice –
What a glorious life
for two months of the year!
The rest of the time
was more like jail or a morgue.
Mrs Lee kept the curtains closed tight
lest children get distracted
by signs of life.
Obviously not content with her existence,
she was determined to take us all down with...
#childhood
#memories
40 reads
3 Comments
Nevermindthegaps
Poem Published
11th Apr 2025 12:27pm
11th Apr 2025 12:27pm
I Worry Boy
once we were warriors filled
with fierce pride
banging our fists to chest
we would shake with the need to bleed
or make bleed
we were men that knew the language of protection
we were men that knew the language of love
toward our family
that knew how to nurture
our hard curbed by their soft
but
warped by booze
violence turned inward
we directed hate at ourselves
letting it spill over our loved ones
and our pride
died
became a curse
cheap piss and beer breath ...
with fierce pride
banging our fists to chest
we would shake with the need to bleed
or make bleed
we were men that knew the language of protection
we were men that knew the language of love
toward our family
that knew how to nurture
our hard curbed by their soft
but
warped by booze
violence turned inward
we directed hate at ourselves
letting it spill over our loved ones
and our pride
died
became a curse
cheap piss and beer breath ...
#childhood
#memories
#parent #son
#parent #son
76 reads
7 Comments
Indie
Miss Indie
Miss Indie
Poem Published
20th Mar 2025 11:25pm
20th Mar 2025 11:25pm
a little bit of magick
My son begged me
to buy him a wand
and was so disappointed
when he realised
he couldn't do real magic
he tried to turn me
invisible
and it obviously didn't work
It didn't stop him from trying
various spells
for three days
as I tried to explain
that pretend is fine
while offering him
a different kind of magic
waving the wand over his head
and proclaiming
that "buddy, is beautiful and clever"
and asking him if that spell
made feel beautiful and clever
and...
to buy him a wand
and was so disappointed
when he realised
he couldn't do real magic
he tried to turn me
invisible
and it obviously didn't work
It didn't stop him from trying
various spells
for three days
as I tried to explain
that pretend is fine
while offering him
a different kind of magic
waving the wand over his head
and proclaiming
that "buddy, is beautiful and clever"
and asking him if that spell
made feel beautiful and clever
and...
#childhood
#children
#magic
75 reads
4 Comments
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