Poems About Childhood Published by Members Recently Online
#childhood
Poems about childhood published by members recently online.
Old School
Sunday morning
Growing up
Whole family
Spread out in the livingroom
On the floor
New York Times
Newsday
Later
Breakfast
Coffee
Tradition
Growing up
Whole family
Spread out in the livingroom
On the floor
New York Times
Newsday
Later
Breakfast
Coffee
Tradition
#childhood
366 reads
20 Comments
Street Lights...
Make sure you're home
when the street lights come on.
Bag a lunch, see ya later mom
out the door, gone all day
penny candy and grape nehi
five cent giant Ring Dings stuffed with cream
riding Stringrays...stickshifts and banana seats
Mickey Mantle cards clicking the spokes,
bouncing a pinkie against the curb
playing three outs in the street
pick up games in the empty lot
stickball against the wall
banging rolls of caps, big rock in my hand
catching grasshoppers and bees in a glass jar,
running through woods,...
when the street lights come on.
Bag a lunch, see ya later mom
out the door, gone all day
penny candy and grape nehi
five cent giant Ring Dings stuffed with cream
riding Stringrays...stickshifts and banana seats
Mickey Mantle cards clicking the spokes,
bouncing a pinkie against the curb
playing three outs in the street
pick up games in the empty lot
stickball against the wall
banging rolls of caps, big rock in my hand
catching grasshoppers and bees in a glass jar,
running through woods,...
#mother
#childhood
#memories
258 reads
3 Comments
Street Lights...
Make sure you're home
when the street lights come on.
Bag a lunch, see ya later mom
out the door, gone all day
penny candy and grape nehi
five cent giant Ring Dings stuffed with cream
riding Stringrays...stickshifts and banana seats
Mickey Mantle cards clicking the spokes,
bouncing a pinkie against the curb
playing three outs in the street
pick up games in the empty lot
stickball against the wall
banging rolls of caps, big rock in my hand
catching grasshoppers and bees in a glass jar,
running through woods,...
when the street lights come on.
Bag a lunch, see ya later mom
out the door, gone all day
penny candy and grape nehi
five cent giant Ring Dings stuffed with cream
riding Stringrays...stickshifts and banana seats
Mickey Mantle cards clicking the spokes,
bouncing a pinkie against the curb
playing three outs in the street
pick up games in the empty lot
stickball against the wall
banging rolls of caps, big rock in my hand
catching grasshoppers and bees in a glass jar,
running through woods,...
#mother
#childhood
#memories
258 reads
3 Comments
Street Lights...
Make sure you're home
when the street lights come on.
Bag a lunch, see ya later mom
out the door, gone all day
penny candy and grape nehi
five cent giant Ring Dings stuffed with cream
riding Stringrays...stickshifts and banana seats
Mickey Mantle cards clicking the spokes,
bouncing a pinkie against the curb
playing three outs in the street
pick up games in the empty lot
stickball against the wall
banging rolls of caps, big rock in my hand
catching grasshoppers and bees in a glass jar,
running through woods,...
when the street lights come on.
Bag a lunch, see ya later mom
out the door, gone all day
penny candy and grape nehi
five cent giant Ring Dings stuffed with cream
riding Stringrays...stickshifts and banana seats
Mickey Mantle cards clicking the spokes,
bouncing a pinkie against the curb
playing three outs in the street
pick up games in the empty lot
stickball against the wall
banging rolls of caps, big rock in my hand
catching grasshoppers and bees in a glass jar,
running through woods,...
#mother
#childhood
#memories
258 reads
3 Comments
In The Arms Of An Angel
I’m at a lost for words
When wings are given to such beautiful young birds
In remembrance of hearing their laughter, footsteps echoed in the wind
Small hearts, little legs unfulfilled dreams, aspirations, with no time to defend
The mind of Satan so freely roams
Invading subways, supermarkets, schools, and even citizens’ homes
Parents, loved ones must share in the crying of tragedy’s feast
Absence of a presence to share only hushed memories in the humbling greet
Is this God’s plan the slaughter of the innocence
No lamb's blood to...
When wings are given to such beautiful young birds
In remembrance of hearing their laughter, footsteps echoed in the wind
Small hearts, little legs unfulfilled dreams, aspirations, with no time to defend
The mind of Satan so freely roams
Invading subways, supermarkets, schools, and even citizens’ homes
Parents, loved ones must share in the crying of tragedy’s feast
Absence of a presence to share only hushed memories in the humbling greet
Is this God’s plan the slaughter of the innocence
No lamb's blood to...
#childhood
#GunControl
#spiritual
#TruthOfLife
#philosophical
556 reads
3 Comments
In The Arms Of An Angel
I’m at a lost for words
When wings are given to such beautiful young birds
In remembrance of hearing their laughter, footsteps echoed in the wind
Small hearts, little legs unfulfilled dreams, aspirations, with no time to defend
The mind of Satan so freely roams
Invading subways, supermarkets, schools, and even citizens’ homes
Parents, loved ones must share in the crying of tragedy’s feast
Absence of a presence to share only hushed memories in the humbling greet
Is this God’s plan the slaughter of the innocence
No lamb's blood to...
When wings are given to such beautiful young birds
In remembrance of hearing their laughter, footsteps echoed in the wind
Small hearts, little legs unfulfilled dreams, aspirations, with no time to defend
The mind of Satan so freely roams
Invading subways, supermarkets, schools, and even citizens’ homes
Parents, loved ones must share in the crying of tragedy’s feast
Absence of a presence to share only hushed memories in the humbling greet
Is this God’s plan the slaughter of the innocence
No lamb's blood to...
#childhood
#GunControl
#spiritual
#TruthOfLife
#philosophical
556 reads
3 Comments
In The Arms Of An Angel
I’m at a lost for words
When wings are given to such beautiful young birds
In remembrance of hearing their laughter, footsteps echoed in the wind
Small hearts, little legs unfulfilled dreams, aspirations, with no time to defend
The mind of Satan so freely roams
Invading subways, supermarkets, schools, and even citizens’ homes
Parents, loved ones must share in the crying of tragedy’s feast
Absence of a presence to share only hushed memories in the humbling greet
Is this God’s plan the slaughter of the innocence
No lamb's blood to...
When wings are given to such beautiful young birds
In remembrance of hearing their laughter, footsteps echoed in the wind
Small hearts, little legs unfulfilled dreams, aspirations, with no time to defend
The mind of Satan so freely roams
Invading subways, supermarkets, schools, and even citizens’ homes
Parents, loved ones must share in the crying of tragedy’s feast
Absence of a presence to share only hushed memories in the humbling greet
Is this God’s plan the slaughter of the innocence
No lamb's blood to...
#childhood
#GunControl
#spiritual
#TruthOfLife
#philosophical
556 reads
3 Comments
In The Arms Of An Angel
I’m at a lost for words
When wings are given to such beautiful young birds
In remembrance of hearing their laughter, footsteps echoed in the wind
Small hearts, little legs unfulfilled dreams, aspirations, with no time to defend
The mind of Satan so freely roams
Invading subways, supermarkets, schools, and even citizens’ homes
Parents, loved ones must share in the crying of tragedy’s feast
Absence of a presence to share only hushed memories in the humbling greet
Is this God’s plan the slaughter of the innocence
No lamb's blood to...
When wings are given to such beautiful young birds
In remembrance of hearing their laughter, footsteps echoed in the wind
Small hearts, little legs unfulfilled dreams, aspirations, with no time to defend
The mind of Satan so freely roams
Invading subways, supermarkets, schools, and even citizens’ homes
Parents, loved ones must share in the crying of tragedy’s feast
Absence of a presence to share only hushed memories in the humbling greet
Is this God’s plan the slaughter of the innocence
No lamb's blood to...
#childhood
#GunControl
#spiritual
#TruthOfLife
#philosophical
556 reads
3 Comments
In The Arms Of An Angel
I’m at a lost for words
When wings are given to such beautiful young birds
In remembrance of hearing their laughter, footsteps echoed in the wind
Small hearts, little legs unfulfilled dreams, aspirations, with no time to defend
The mind of Satan so freely roams
Invading subways, supermarkets, schools, and even citizens’ homes
Parents, loved ones must share in the crying of tragedy’s feast
Absence of a presence to share only hushed memories in the humbling greet
Is this God’s plan the slaughter of the innocence
No lamb's blood to...
When wings are given to such beautiful young birds
In remembrance of hearing their laughter, footsteps echoed in the wind
Small hearts, little legs unfulfilled dreams, aspirations, with no time to defend
The mind of Satan so freely roams
Invading subways, supermarkets, schools, and even citizens’ homes
Parents, loved ones must share in the crying of tragedy’s feast
Absence of a presence to share only hushed memories in the humbling greet
Is this God’s plan the slaughter of the innocence
No lamb's blood to...
#childhood
#GunControl
#spiritual
#TruthOfLife
#philosophical
556 reads
3 Comments
याद आती हैं बचपन की वो जिंदगी.. जब मिट्टी में खेल हम नहाया करते थे।
कभी शाम जलदी ढल जाती थी... कभी थक कर...
कभी शाम जलदी ढल जाती थी... कभी थक कर...
#birth
#childhood
#aging
495 reads
6 Comments
याद आती हैं बचपन की वो जिंदगी.. जब मिट्टी में खेल हम नहाया करते थे।
कभी शाम जलदी ढल जाती थी... कभी थक कर...
कभी शाम जलदी ढल जाती थी... कभी थक कर...
#birth
#childhood
#aging
495 reads
6 Comments
याद आती हैं बचपन की वो जिंदगी.. जब मिट्टी में खेल हम नहाया करते थे।
कभी शाम जलदी ढल जाती थी... कभी थक कर...
कभी शाम जलदी ढल जाती थी... कभी थक कर...
#birth
#childhood
#aging
495 reads
6 Comments
DU Poetry : Poems About Childhood Published by Members Recently Online