Poems About Childhood Published by Members Recently Online
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Poems about childhood published by members recently online.
Paulajobi
Paula Jobi
Paula Jobi
Poem Published
8th Jan 2025 10:21am
8th Jan 2025 10:21am
Fire!
I slept and woke to pounding!
People outside screamed, "FIRE!"
We had no smoke detectors.
There were five of us in the house!!!
The smoke was thick.
Isn't that what usually kills people?
I was only 13. Mom was drunk.
The others...my siblings.
We had just moved in here.
Our Aunt had evicted us.
Jimmy was hiding in Florida.
We were dead broke!
Now we might be dead!
I don't remember the first fire...
When I was 2 months old.
Mom had left me alone.
Neighbors saved me.
Mom was...
People outside screamed, "FIRE!"
We had no smoke detectors.
There were five of us in the house!!!
The smoke was thick.
Isn't that what usually kills people?
I was only 13. Mom was drunk.
The others...my siblings.
We had just moved in here.
Our Aunt had evicted us.
Jimmy was hiding in Florida.
We were dead broke!
Now we might be dead!
I don't remember the first fire...
When I was 2 months old.
Mom had left me alone.
Neighbors saved me.
Mom was...
#childhood
#fire
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8 Comments
Paulajobi
Paula Jobi
Paula Jobi
Poem Published
8th Jan 2025 10:21am
8th Jan 2025 10:21am
Fire!
I slept and woke to pounding!
People outside screamed, "FIRE!"
We had no smoke detectors.
There were five of us in the house!!!
The smoke was thick.
Isn't that what usually kills people?
I was only 13. Mom was drunk.
The others...my siblings.
We had just moved in here.
Our Aunt had evicted us.
Jimmy was hiding in Florida.
We were dead broke!
Now we might be dead!
I don't remember the first fire...
When I was 2 months old.
Mom had left me alone.
Neighbors saved me.
Mom was...
People outside screamed, "FIRE!"
We had no smoke detectors.
There were five of us in the house!!!
The smoke was thick.
Isn't that what usually kills people?
I was only 13. Mom was drunk.
The others...my siblings.
We had just moved in here.
Our Aunt had evicted us.
Jimmy was hiding in Florida.
We were dead broke!
Now we might be dead!
I don't remember the first fire...
When I was 2 months old.
Mom had left me alone.
Neighbors saved me.
Mom was...
#childhood
#fire
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8 Comments
dimpy
dimpsmoon
dimpsmoon
Poem Published
5th Apr 2023 10:41am
5th Apr 2023 10:41am
white frock
I am standing on the
top floor of an aged
house, looking at the
trees and plants
surrounded by black
soil, I am just eight or
nine years old, I go
down the stairs and
start putting my hand
in the black sleek soil,
I am wearing a white
frock, seeing me sitting
in the mud, my mum
shouts angrily from the
top floor, My hands and
feet are covered with
grass and mud, I go
upstairs with hands
and feet covered with
mud, mother slaps me
at the door itself.
mum said that you...
top floor of an aged
house, looking at the
trees and plants
surrounded by black
soil, I am just eight or
nine years old, I go
down the stairs and
start putting my hand
in the black sleek soil,
I am wearing a white
frock, seeing me sitting
in the mud, my mum
shouts angrily from the
top floor, My hands and
feet are covered with
grass and mud, I go
upstairs with hands
and feet covered with
mud, mother slaps me
at the door itself.
mum said that you...
#childhood
#memories
218 reads
8 Comments
dimpy
dimpsmoon
dimpsmoon
Poem Published
5th Apr 2023 10:41am
5th Apr 2023 10:41am
white frock
I am standing on the
top floor of an aged
house, looking at the
trees and plants
surrounded by black
soil, I am just eight or
nine years old, I go
down the stairs and
start putting my hand
in the black sleek soil,
I am wearing a white
frock, seeing me sitting
in the mud, my mum
shouts angrily from the
top floor, My hands and
feet are covered with
grass and mud, I go
upstairs with hands
and feet covered with
mud, mother slaps me
at the door itself.
mum said that you...
top floor of an aged
house, looking at the
trees and plants
surrounded by black
soil, I am just eight or
nine years old, I go
down the stairs and
start putting my hand
in the black sleek soil,
I am wearing a white
frock, seeing me sitting
in the mud, my mum
shouts angrily from the
top floor, My hands and
feet are covered with
grass and mud, I go
upstairs with hands
and feet covered with
mud, mother slaps me
at the door itself.
mum said that you...
#childhood
#memories
218 reads
8 Comments
goodwolf1966
jimmy
jimmy
Poem Published
4th Aug 2024 2:19am
4th Aug 2024 2:19am
the dandelion princess
those
dandelions
stood
upright and
proud, their
lively smiles
easily seen
in the
early morning
light,
then young
hands came
to pick
those bright
flowers,
making
a bouquet,
she gave
herself
title of
the dandelion
princess
dandelions
stood
upright and
proud, their
lively smiles
easily seen
in the
early morning
light,
then young
hands came
to pick
those bright
flowers,
making
a bouquet,
she gave
herself
title of
the dandelion
princess
#admiration
#childhood
#flowers
#happiness
#nature
151 reads
6 Comments
goodwolf1966
jimmy
jimmy
Poem Published
4th Aug 2024 2:19am
4th Aug 2024 2:19am
the dandelion princess
those
dandelions
stood
upright and
proud, their
lively smiles
easily seen
in the
early morning
light,
then young
hands came
to pick
those bright
flowers,
making
a bouquet,
she gave
herself
title of
the dandelion
princess
dandelions
stood
upright and
proud, their
lively smiles
easily seen
in the
early morning
light,
then young
hands came
to pick
those bright
flowers,
making
a bouquet,
she gave
herself
title of
the dandelion
princess
#admiration
#childhood
#flowers
#happiness
#nature
151 reads
6 Comments
goodwolf1966
jimmy
jimmy
Poem Published
4th Aug 2024 2:19am
4th Aug 2024 2:19am
the dandelion princess
those
dandelions
stood
upright and
proud, their
lively smiles
easily seen
in the
early morning
light,
then young
hands came
to pick
those bright
flowers,
making
a bouquet,
she gave
herself
title of
the dandelion
princess
dandelions
stood
upright and
proud, their
lively smiles
easily seen
in the
early morning
light,
then young
hands came
to pick
those bright
flowers,
making
a bouquet,
she gave
herself
title of
the dandelion
princess
#admiration
#childhood
#flowers
#happiness
#nature
151 reads
6 Comments
goodwolf1966
jimmy
jimmy
Poem Published
4th Aug 2024 2:19am
4th Aug 2024 2:19am
the dandelion princess
those
dandelions
stood
upright and
proud, their
lively smiles
easily seen
in the
early morning
light,
then young
hands came
to pick
those bright
flowers,
making
a bouquet,
she gave
herself
title of
the dandelion
princess
dandelions
stood
upright and
proud, their
lively smiles
easily seen
in the
early morning
light,
then young
hands came
to pick
those bright
flowers,
making
a bouquet,
she gave
herself
title of
the dandelion
princess
#admiration
#childhood
#flowers
#happiness
#nature
151 reads
6 Comments
goodwolf1966
jimmy
jimmy
Poem Published
4th Aug 2024 2:19am
4th Aug 2024 2:19am
the dandelion princess
those
dandelions
stood
upright and
proud, their
lively smiles
easily seen
in the
early morning
light,
then young
hands came
to pick
those bright
flowers,
making
a bouquet,
she gave
herself
title of
the dandelion
princess
dandelions
stood
upright and
proud, their
lively smiles
easily seen
in the
early morning
light,
then young
hands came
to pick
those bright
flowers,
making
a bouquet,
she gave
herself
title of
the dandelion
princess
#admiration
#childhood
#flowers
#happiness
#nature
151 reads
6 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
25th Mar 2024 10:40am
25th Mar 2024 10:40am
Camp Counselor Crush
Camp Counselor Crush
Summer in New Orleans was artichokes dipped in sour cream, plantains ripening in the backyard, and ready to be fried by Mom in a skillet to sweeten my boyish tongue with tropical flavors that summoned the Tarzan in my heart. When Mom baked baklava in the oven the scent was as sweet as the smile of the ladies who strolled the streets of the neighborhood on their evening walks wearing scarves like the Turkish maidens in the pictures from the village of Yalova on the shores of the Sea of Marmara that I only saw in slides from my Dad’s projector.
...
Summer in New Orleans was artichokes dipped in sour cream, plantains ripening in the backyard, and ready to be fried by Mom in a skillet to sweeten my boyish tongue with tropical flavors that summoned the Tarzan in my heart. When Mom baked baklava in the oven the scent was as sweet as the smile of the ladies who strolled the streets of the neighborhood on their evening walks wearing scarves like the Turkish maidens in the pictures from the village of Yalova on the shores of the Sea of Marmara that I only saw in slides from my Dad’s projector.
...
#mother
#women
#childhood
#crush
#son
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goldenmyst
Poem Published
25th Mar 2024 10:40am
25th Mar 2024 10:40am
Camp Counselor Crush
Camp Counselor Crush
Summer in New Orleans was artichokes dipped in sour cream, plantains ripening in the backyard, and ready to be fried by Mom in a skillet to sweeten my boyish tongue with tropical flavors that summoned the Tarzan in my heart. When Mom baked baklava in the oven the scent was as sweet as the smile of the ladies who strolled the streets of the neighborhood on their evening walks wearing scarves like the Turkish maidens in the pictures from the village of Yalova on the shores of the Sea of Marmara that I only saw in slides from my Dad’s projector.
...
Summer in New Orleans was artichokes dipped in sour cream, plantains ripening in the backyard, and ready to be fried by Mom in a skillet to sweeten my boyish tongue with tropical flavors that summoned the Tarzan in my heart. When Mom baked baklava in the oven the scent was as sweet as the smile of the ladies who strolled the streets of the neighborhood on their evening walks wearing scarves like the Turkish maidens in the pictures from the village of Yalova on the shores of the Sea of Marmara that I only saw in slides from my Dad’s projector.
...
#mother
#women
#childhood
#crush
#son
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2 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
25th Mar 2024 10:40am
25th Mar 2024 10:40am
Camp Counselor Crush
Camp Counselor Crush
Summer in New Orleans was artichokes dipped in sour cream, plantains ripening in the backyard, and ready to be fried by Mom in a skillet to sweeten my boyish tongue with tropical flavors that summoned the Tarzan in my heart. When Mom baked baklava in the oven the scent was as sweet as the smile of the ladies who strolled the streets of the neighborhood on their evening walks wearing scarves like the Turkish maidens in the pictures from the village of Yalova on the shores of the Sea of Marmara that I only saw in slides from my Dad’s projector.
...
Summer in New Orleans was artichokes dipped in sour cream, plantains ripening in the backyard, and ready to be fried by Mom in a skillet to sweeten my boyish tongue with tropical flavors that summoned the Tarzan in my heart. When Mom baked baklava in the oven the scent was as sweet as the smile of the ladies who strolled the streets of the neighborhood on their evening walks wearing scarves like the Turkish maidens in the pictures from the village of Yalova on the shores of the Sea of Marmara that I only saw in slides from my Dad’s projector.
...
#mother
#women
#childhood
#crush
#son
166 reads
2 Comments
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