Poems About Childhood Published by Members Recently Online
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Poems about childhood published by members recently online.
Ambjr
Poem Published
22nd Feb 2025 5:16am
22nd Feb 2025 5:16am
the weight of your legacy
my reflection holds a warnin
your face thru mine
a bloodline’s violent song
features cut into jagged scars
of inheritance
the steinway bears witness
to lessons of impact
how ribcages sing out
when struck just right
between wrong notes
I sign papers with reluctance
your name fadin into mine
crimson risin beneath skin
bleedin out onto dotted lines
so many nights I wake
to find my hands
curled into shapes
that speak with your tongue
and I swear if I could just recall
which...
your face thru mine
a bloodline’s violent song
features cut into jagged scars
of inheritance
the steinway bears witness
to lessons of impact
how ribcages sing out
when struck just right
between wrong notes
I sign papers with reluctance
your name fadin into mine
crimson risin beneath skin
bleedin out onto dotted lines
so many nights I wake
to find my hands
curled into shapes
that speak with your tongue
and I swear if I could just recall
which...
#childhood
#father
#violence
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Ambjr
Poem Published
22nd Feb 2025 5:16am
22nd Feb 2025 5:16am
the weight of your legacy
my reflection holds a warnin
your face thru mine
a bloodline’s violent song
features cut into jagged scars
of inheritance
the steinway bears witness
to lessons of impact
how ribcages sing out
when struck just right
between wrong notes
I sign papers with reluctance
your name fadin into mine
crimson risin beneath skin
bleedin out onto dotted lines
so many nights I wake
to find my hands
curled into shapes
that speak with your tongue
and I swear if I could just recall
which...
your face thru mine
a bloodline’s violent song
features cut into jagged scars
of inheritance
the steinway bears witness
to lessons of impact
how ribcages sing out
when struck just right
between wrong notes
I sign papers with reluctance
your name fadin into mine
crimson risin beneath skin
bleedin out onto dotted lines
so many nights I wake
to find my hands
curled into shapes
that speak with your tongue
and I swear if I could just recall
which...
#childhood
#father
#violence
125 reads
10 Comments
Ambjr
Poem Published
22nd Feb 2025 5:16am
22nd Feb 2025 5:16am
the weight of your legacy
my reflection holds a warnin
your face thru mine
a bloodline’s violent song
features cut into jagged scars
of inheritance
the steinway bears witness
to lessons of impact
how ribcages sing out
when struck just right
between wrong notes
I sign papers with reluctance
your name fadin into mine
crimson risin beneath skin
bleedin out onto dotted lines
so many nights I wake
to find my hands
curled into shapes
that speak with your tongue
and I swear if I could just recall
which...
your face thru mine
a bloodline’s violent song
features cut into jagged scars
of inheritance
the steinway bears witness
to lessons of impact
how ribcages sing out
when struck just right
between wrong notes
I sign papers with reluctance
your name fadin into mine
crimson risin beneath skin
bleedin out onto dotted lines
so many nights I wake
to find my hands
curled into shapes
that speak with your tongue
and I swear if I could just recall
which...
#childhood
#father
#violence
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10 Comments
Rew
Poem Published
30th Dec 2023 9:03am
30th Dec 2023 9:03am
My Loving Mum.
My loving Mum if short of cash
or needed a dish at a dash,
cooked an ancient delicate dish
(I'm drooling as I think of this)
of Yorkshire's gorgeous corned-beef hash!
Who brought this to a pre-teen bash
served with her silvered-spooned panache,
and got from doubters their sheepish kiss
My loving Mum!
Singer's sang of bangers and mash
or lauded stewing like goulash,
both fine for those merely peckish ...
or needed a dish at a dash,
cooked an ancient delicate dish
(I'm drooling as I think of this)
of Yorkshire's gorgeous corned-beef hash!
Who brought this to a pre-teen bash
served with her silvered-spooned panache,
and got from doubters their sheepish kiss
My loving Mum!
Singer's sang of bangers and mash
or lauded stewing like goulash,
both fine for those merely peckish ...
#mother
#childhood
#food #rhyming
#food #rhyming
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4 Comments
Rew
Poem Published
30th Dec 2023 9:03am
30th Dec 2023 9:03am
My Loving Mum.
My loving Mum if short of cash
or needed a dish at a dash,
cooked an ancient delicate dish
(I'm drooling as I think of this)
of Yorkshire's gorgeous corned-beef hash!
Who brought this to a pre-teen bash
served with her silvered-spooned panache,
and got from doubters their sheepish kiss
My loving Mum!
Singer's sang of bangers and mash
or lauded stewing like goulash,
both fine for those merely peckish ...
or needed a dish at a dash,
cooked an ancient delicate dish
(I'm drooling as I think of this)
of Yorkshire's gorgeous corned-beef hash!
Who brought this to a pre-teen bash
served with her silvered-spooned panache,
and got from doubters their sheepish kiss
My loving Mum!
Singer's sang of bangers and mash
or lauded stewing like goulash,
both fine for those merely peckish ...
#mother
#childhood
#food #rhyming
#food #rhyming
130 reads
4 Comments
Rew
Poem Published
30th Dec 2023 9:03am
30th Dec 2023 9:03am
My Loving Mum.
My loving Mum if short of cash
or needed a dish at a dash,
cooked an ancient delicate dish
(I'm drooling as I think of this)
of Yorkshire's gorgeous corned-beef hash!
Who brought this to a pre-teen bash
served with her silvered-spooned panache,
and got from doubters their sheepish kiss
My loving Mum!
Singer's sang of bangers and mash
or lauded stewing like goulash,
both fine for those merely peckish ...
or needed a dish at a dash,
cooked an ancient delicate dish
(I'm drooling as I think of this)
of Yorkshire's gorgeous corned-beef hash!
Who brought this to a pre-teen bash
served with her silvered-spooned panache,
and got from doubters their sheepish kiss
My loving Mum!
Singer's sang of bangers and mash
or lauded stewing like goulash,
both fine for those merely peckish ...
#mother
#childhood
#food #rhyming
#food #rhyming
130 reads
4 Comments
Rew
Poem Published
30th Dec 2023 9:03am
30th Dec 2023 9:03am
My Loving Mum.
My loving Mum if short of cash
or needed a dish at a dash,
cooked an ancient delicate dish
(I'm drooling as I think of this)
of Yorkshire's gorgeous corned-beef hash!
Who brought this to a pre-teen bash
served with her silvered-spooned panache,
and got from doubters their sheepish kiss
My loving Mum!
Singer's sang of bangers and mash
or lauded stewing like goulash,
both fine for those merely peckish ...
or needed a dish at a dash,
cooked an ancient delicate dish
(I'm drooling as I think of this)
of Yorkshire's gorgeous corned-beef hash!
Who brought this to a pre-teen bash
served with her silvered-spooned panache,
and got from doubters their sheepish kiss
My loving Mum!
Singer's sang of bangers and mash
or lauded stewing like goulash,
both fine for those merely peckish ...
#mother
#childhood
#food #rhyming
#food #rhyming
130 reads
4 Comments
wallyroo92
Poem Published
22nd Dec 2023 4:27pm
22nd Dec 2023 4:27pm
Christmas 1983
It wasn’t so much that the presents were under the tree
Or the anticipation of a toy I waited for that year
But it was the music from all over the neighborhood
That made Christmas Eve a holiday full of memory
While us kids played with sparklers and firecrackers
The friendly neighbors would go from house to house
They’d share food and greetings with so much joy
As everyone would wear brand new threads
I’d hear the nostalgic and joyful music from each home
While we waited for “Twelve” on our clocks and watches
My neighbor had the...
Or the anticipation of a toy I waited for that year
But it was the music from all over the neighborhood
That made Christmas Eve a holiday full of memory
While us kids played with sparklers and firecrackers
The friendly neighbors would go from house to house
They’d share food and greetings with so much joy
As everyone would wear brand new threads
I’d hear the nostalgic and joyful music from each home
While we waited for “Twelve” on our clocks and watches
My neighbor had the...
#childhood
#Christmas
#memories #nostalgia
#memories #nostalgia
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wallyroo92
Poem Published
22nd Dec 2023 4:27pm
22nd Dec 2023 4:27pm
Christmas 1983
It wasn’t so much that the presents were under the tree
Or the anticipation of a toy I waited for that year
But it was the music from all over the neighborhood
That made Christmas Eve a holiday full of memory
While us kids played with sparklers and firecrackers
The friendly neighbors would go from house to house
They’d share food and greetings with so much joy
As everyone would wear brand new threads
I’d hear the nostalgic and joyful music from each home
While we waited for “Twelve” on our clocks and watches
My neighbor had the...
Or the anticipation of a toy I waited for that year
But it was the music from all over the neighborhood
That made Christmas Eve a holiday full of memory
While us kids played with sparklers and firecrackers
The friendly neighbors would go from house to house
They’d share food and greetings with so much joy
As everyone would wear brand new threads
I’d hear the nostalgic and joyful music from each home
While we waited for “Twelve” on our clocks and watches
My neighbor had the...
#childhood
#Christmas
#memories #nostalgia
#memories #nostalgia
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wallyroo92
Poem Published
22nd Dec 2023 4:27pm
22nd Dec 2023 4:27pm
Christmas 1983
It wasn’t so much that the presents were under the tree
Or the anticipation of a toy I waited for that year
But it was the music from all over the neighborhood
That made Christmas Eve a holiday full of memory
While us kids played with sparklers and firecrackers
The friendly neighbors would go from house to house
They’d share food and greetings with so much joy
As everyone would wear brand new threads
I’d hear the nostalgic and joyful music from each home
While we waited for “Twelve” on our clocks and watches
My neighbor had the...
Or the anticipation of a toy I waited for that year
But it was the music from all over the neighborhood
That made Christmas Eve a holiday full of memory
While us kids played with sparklers and firecrackers
The friendly neighbors would go from house to house
They’d share food and greetings with so much joy
As everyone would wear brand new threads
I’d hear the nostalgic and joyful music from each home
While we waited for “Twelve” on our clocks and watches
My neighbor had the...
#childhood
#Christmas
#memories #nostalgia
#memories #nostalgia
164 reads
2 Comments
wallyroo92
Poem Published
22nd Dec 2023 4:27pm
22nd Dec 2023 4:27pm
Christmas 1983
It wasn’t so much that the presents were under the tree
Or the anticipation of a toy I waited for that year
But it was the music from all over the neighborhood
That made Christmas Eve a holiday full of memory
While us kids played with sparklers and firecrackers
The friendly neighbors would go from house to house
They’d share food and greetings with so much joy
As everyone would wear brand new threads
I’d hear the nostalgic and joyful music from each home
While we waited for “Twelve” on our clocks and watches
My neighbor had the...
Or the anticipation of a toy I waited for that year
But it was the music from all over the neighborhood
That made Christmas Eve a holiday full of memory
While us kids played with sparklers and firecrackers
The friendly neighbors would go from house to house
They’d share food and greetings with so much joy
As everyone would wear brand new threads
I’d hear the nostalgic and joyful music from each home
While we waited for “Twelve” on our clocks and watches
My neighbor had the...
#childhood
#Christmas
#memories #nostalgia
#memories #nostalgia
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Abracadabra
Poem Published
17th Oct 2023 6:41am
17th Oct 2023 6:41am
Private Property
You're not my little boy
Quit grooming me
to be
your sex toy
Get your hand away
from there
You're much too old
and in my panties
is a secret I won't share
The way you look at me
is wrong
I'm glad I never wore a thong
Don't treat me like your lollipop
Oh Daddy Daddy Daddy
I'm so mad I'm telling Mommy
please please
wont you stop
Quit grooming me
to be
your sex toy
Get your hand away
from there
You're much too old
and in my panties
is a secret I won't share
The way you look at me
is wrong
I'm glad I never wore a thong
Don't treat me like your lollipop
Oh Daddy Daddy Daddy
I'm so mad I'm telling Mommy
please please
wont you stop
#childhood
#abuse
#evil
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