Poems About Childhood Published by Members Recently Online
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Poems about childhood published by members recently online.
KristinaX
Poem Published
9th Aug 2023 00:30am
9th Aug 2023 00:30am
Twilight's slave
I was sitting in my room so alone.
Tracing the lines, each leading to the next.
Each one may start as a straight line.
But so often a room holds so many secrets.
All those years of accreted injury.
Perhaps blood can be transformed into air.
And the smell of it lingers, at least for you.
Because that was your coping mechanism.
From the crows that fed on your flesh.
They picked at it so sharply, it hurt.
Until eventually it became a need.
And the corners can definitely be brooding.
Especially when the drum beats your hips. ...
Tracing the lines, each leading to the next.
Each one may start as a straight line.
But so often a room holds so many secrets.
All those years of accreted injury.
Perhaps blood can be transformed into air.
And the smell of it lingers, at least for you.
Because that was your coping mechanism.
From the crows that fed on your flesh.
They picked at it so sharply, it hurt.
Until eventually it became a need.
And the corners can definitely be brooding.
Especially when the drum beats your hips. ...
#childhood
#abuse
#SelfReflection
#suffering
#SelfWorth
746 reads
47 Comments
KristinaX
Poem Published
9th Aug 2023 00:30am
9th Aug 2023 00:30am
Twilight's slave
I was sitting in my room so alone.
Tracing the lines, each leading to the next.
Each one may start as a straight line.
But so often a room holds so many secrets.
All those years of accreted injury.
Perhaps blood can be transformed into air.
And the smell of it lingers, at least for you.
Because that was your coping mechanism.
From the crows that fed on your flesh.
They picked at it so sharply, it hurt.
Until eventually it became a need.
And the corners can definitely be brooding.
Especially when the drum beats your hips. ...
Tracing the lines, each leading to the next.
Each one may start as a straight line.
But so often a room holds so many secrets.
All those years of accreted injury.
Perhaps blood can be transformed into air.
And the smell of it lingers, at least for you.
Because that was your coping mechanism.
From the crows that fed on your flesh.
They picked at it so sharply, it hurt.
Until eventually it became a need.
And the corners can definitely be brooding.
Especially when the drum beats your hips. ...
#childhood
#abuse
#SelfReflection
#suffering
#SelfWorth
746 reads
47 Comments
Pinkdreams
Poem Published
18th Dec 2024 4:46am
18th Dec 2024 4:46am
Estrella is a Star
She's the first one on the dance floor.
The only one.
Fine.
More room for her to shine.
Estrella doesn't test the water of the thudding beat.
She stomps right into it.
Owning the ocean.
Letting no wave stop her
Swimming so strong she could reach a distant shore.
Her confidence a beacon,
others are lured to the dance space.
They giggle.
Look to each other for what to do.
It will take them years -if ever- to figure out
What Estrella was born knowing.
I hope Estrella always remembers ...
The only one.
Fine.
More room for her to shine.
Estrella doesn't test the water of the thudding beat.
She stomps right into it.
Owning the ocean.
Letting no wave stop her
Swimming so strong she could reach a distant shore.
Her confidence a beacon,
others are lured to the dance space.
They giggle.
Look to each other for what to do.
It will take them years -if ever- to figure out
What Estrella was born knowing.
I hope Estrella always remembers ...
#childhood
#courage
#dance
117 reads
10 Comments
Pinkdreams
Poem Published
18th Dec 2024 4:46am
18th Dec 2024 4:46am
Estrella is a Star
She's the first one on the dance floor.
The only one.
Fine.
More room for her to shine.
Estrella doesn't test the water of the thudding beat.
She stomps right into it.
Owning the ocean.
Letting no wave stop her
Swimming so strong she could reach a distant shore.
Her confidence a beacon,
others are lured to the dance space.
They giggle.
Look to each other for what to do.
It will take them years -if ever- to figure out
What Estrella was born knowing.
I hope Estrella always remembers ...
The only one.
Fine.
More room for her to shine.
Estrella doesn't test the water of the thudding beat.
She stomps right into it.
Owning the ocean.
Letting no wave stop her
Swimming so strong she could reach a distant shore.
Her confidence a beacon,
others are lured to the dance space.
They giggle.
Look to each other for what to do.
It will take them years -if ever- to figure out
What Estrella was born knowing.
I hope Estrella always remembers ...
#childhood
#courage
#dance
117 reads
10 Comments
Pinkdreams
Poem Published
18th Dec 2024 4:46am
18th Dec 2024 4:46am
Estrella is a Star
She's the first one on the dance floor.
The only one.
Fine.
More room for her to shine.
Estrella doesn't test the water of the thudding beat.
She stomps right into it.
Owning the ocean.
Letting no wave stop her
Swimming so strong she could reach a distant shore.
Her confidence a beacon,
others are lured to the dance space.
They giggle.
Look to each other for what to do.
It will take them years -if ever- to figure out
What Estrella was born knowing.
I hope Estrella always remembers ...
The only one.
Fine.
More room for her to shine.
Estrella doesn't test the water of the thudding beat.
She stomps right into it.
Owning the ocean.
Letting no wave stop her
Swimming so strong she could reach a distant shore.
Her confidence a beacon,
others are lured to the dance space.
They giggle.
Look to each other for what to do.
It will take them years -if ever- to figure out
What Estrella was born knowing.
I hope Estrella always remembers ...
#childhood
#courage
#dance
117 reads
10 Comments
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
56 reads
0 Comments
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
56 reads
0 Comments
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
56 reads
0 Comments
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
56 reads
0 Comments
TheOralizer
Poem Published
26th Feb 2021 1:56pm
26th Feb 2021 1:56pm
LIFE IS A ROAD TRIP
No matter
when or where
we made our
advent into
the world;
we began a
journey down,
or up, the
road of life.
Along the way
"101" ups and
downs meet us
on our journey.
We have tried
to extend life
with pills and tucks,
but the journey
on life's road continues;
it gets faster the
longer we have
traveled our road.
Up ahead, either
closer than ever, or
still at a distance,
The DEAD end is
reached. Yet, death
isn't the end of us,
as long as someone
remembers...
when or where
we made our
advent into
the world;
we began a
journey down,
or up, the
road of life.
Along the way
"101" ups and
downs meet us
on our journey.
We have tried
to extend life
with pills and tucks,
but the journey
on life's road continues;
it gets faster the
longer we have
traveled our road.
Up ahead, either
closer than ever, or
still at a distance,
The DEAD end is
reached. Yet, death
isn't the end of us,
as long as someone
remembers...
#birth
#childhood
#death
#fate
#aging
434 reads
2 Comments
TheOralizer
Poem Published
26th Feb 2021 1:56pm
26th Feb 2021 1:56pm
LIFE IS A ROAD TRIP
No matter
when or where
we made our
advent into
the world;
we began a
journey down,
or up, the
road of life.
Along the way
"101" ups and
downs meet us
on our journey.
We have tried
to extend life
with pills and tucks,
but the journey
on life's road continues;
it gets faster the
longer we have
traveled our road.
Up ahead, either
closer than ever, or
still at a distance,
The DEAD end is
reached. Yet, death
isn't the end of us,
as long as someone
remembers...
when or where
we made our
advent into
the world;
we began a
journey down,
or up, the
road of life.
Along the way
"101" ups and
downs meet us
on our journey.
We have tried
to extend life
with pills and tucks,
but the journey
on life's road continues;
it gets faster the
longer we have
traveled our road.
Up ahead, either
closer than ever, or
still at a distance,
The DEAD end is
reached. Yet, death
isn't the end of us,
as long as someone
remembers...
#birth
#childhood
#death
#fate
#aging
434 reads
2 Comments
TheOralizer
Poem Published
26th Feb 2021 1:56pm
26th Feb 2021 1:56pm
LIFE IS A ROAD TRIP
No matter
when or where
we made our
advent into
the world;
we began a
journey down,
or up, the
road of life.
Along the way
"101" ups and
downs meet us
on our journey.
We have tried
to extend life
with pills and tucks,
but the journey
on life's road continues;
it gets faster the
longer we have
traveled our road.
Up ahead, either
closer than ever, or
still at a distance,
The DEAD end is
reached. Yet, death
isn't the end of us,
as long as someone
remembers...
when or where
we made our
advent into
the world;
we began a
journey down,
or up, the
road of life.
Along the way
"101" ups and
downs meet us
on our journey.
We have tried
to extend life
with pills and tucks,
but the journey
on life's road continues;
it gets faster the
longer we have
traveled our road.
Up ahead, either
closer than ever, or
still at a distance,
The DEAD end is
reached. Yet, death
isn't the end of us,
as long as someone
remembers...
#birth
#childhood
#death
#fate
#aging
434 reads
2 Comments
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