Poems About Childhood Published by Members Recently Online
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Poems about childhood published by members recently online.
magichearts
Poem Published
30th Apr 2020 1:13am
30th Apr 2020 1:13am
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
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6 Comments
magichearts
Poem Published
30th Apr 2020 1:13am
30th Apr 2020 1:13am
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
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6 Comments
Grace
IDryad
IDryad
Poem Published
14th Jun 2024 1:34pm
14th Jun 2024 1:34pm
Father
was there a time when gentleness
touched our body and soul as children
was there a time when goodness
and love was felt from his hands
betrayed his spouse and deeply hurt
all the children left sad and distraught
heavy hands with drunken breath
cowering in corners we grieved
we grieved for the death of our love
we cried for the loss of our respect
we mourned his untold despair
for his unhappiness and shame
his short affairs to assure himself
his abusive ways to show control
sadly he lost us all
as we...
touched our body and soul as children
was there a time when goodness
and love was felt from his hands
betrayed his spouse and deeply hurt
all the children left sad and distraught
heavy hands with drunken breath
cowering in corners we grieved
we grieved for the death of our love
we cried for the loss of our respect
we mourned his untold despair
for his unhappiness and shame
his short affairs to assure himself
his abusive ways to show control
sadly he lost us all
as we...
#childhood
#father
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6 Comments
Grace
IDryad
IDryad
Poem Published
14th Jun 2024 1:34pm
14th Jun 2024 1:34pm
Father
was there a time when gentleness
touched our body and soul as children
was there a time when goodness
and love was felt from his hands
betrayed his spouse and deeply hurt
all the children left sad and distraught
heavy hands with drunken breath
cowering in corners we grieved
we grieved for the death of our love
we cried for the loss of our respect
we mourned his untold despair
for his unhappiness and shame
his short affairs to assure himself
his abusive ways to show control
sadly he lost us all
as we...
touched our body and soul as children
was there a time when goodness
and love was felt from his hands
betrayed his spouse and deeply hurt
all the children left sad and distraught
heavy hands with drunken breath
cowering in corners we grieved
we grieved for the death of our love
we cried for the loss of our respect
we mourned his untold despair
for his unhappiness and shame
his short affairs to assure himself
his abusive ways to show control
sadly he lost us all
as we...
#childhood
#father
154 reads
6 Comments
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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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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0 Comments
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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0 Comments
deliabear
Debbie
Debbie
Poem Published
16th May 2023 11:49pm
16th May 2023 11:49pm
Thrive
What does hope feel like?
I say to my child self.
In her world of sweet oblivion.
It feels like the sun warming my skin,
until time melts away.
It feels like the raw joy in my heart
would always persist.
Ah youth.
Soaring summits to be climbed,
inside hope's mountain range in my mind.
Despair has peaks too, that stab the souls sky.
Inside time's great divide,
lies the present moment.
The only existing moment.
To thrive with the warm joy of life.
I say to my child self.
In her world of sweet oblivion.
It feels like the sun warming my skin,
until time melts away.
It feels like the raw joy in my heart
would always persist.
Ah youth.
Soaring summits to be climbed,
inside hope's mountain range in my mind.
Despair has peaks too, that stab the souls sky.
Inside time's great divide,
lies the present moment.
The only existing moment.
To thrive with the warm joy of life.
#hope
#childhood
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2 Comments
deliabear
Debbie
Debbie
Poem Published
16th May 2023 11:49pm
16th May 2023 11:49pm
Thrive
What does hope feel like?
I say to my child self.
In her world of sweet oblivion.
It feels like the sun warming my skin,
until time melts away.
It feels like the raw joy in my heart
would always persist.
Ah youth.
Soaring summits to be climbed,
inside hope's mountain range in my mind.
Despair has peaks too, that stab the souls sky.
Inside time's great divide,
lies the present moment.
The only existing moment.
To thrive with the warm joy of life.
I say to my child self.
In her world of sweet oblivion.
It feels like the sun warming my skin,
until time melts away.
It feels like the raw joy in my heart
would always persist.
Ah youth.
Soaring summits to be climbed,
inside hope's mountain range in my mind.
Despair has peaks too, that stab the souls sky.
Inside time's great divide,
lies the present moment.
The only existing moment.
To thrive with the warm joy of life.
#hope
#childhood
243 reads
2 Comments
Indie
Miss Indie
Miss Indie
Poem Published
26th Feb 2025 10:02pm
26th Feb 2025 10:02pm
sparkly unicorn boy
I'm the mother
of a sparkly unicorn child
most days he wakes up
with a giggle on his lips
and asks for tickles
He dresses
like a rainbow exploded
and fell into the shape of clothes
over his body
I don't always tell everyone
he's a boy
so if they make gender assumptions
I generally let it slide
I don't know what opinion
a random Uber driver
or parent at the park
might have about
a sparkly unicorn boy
and how their own biases
might fight to dim his spark
Even...
of a sparkly unicorn child
most days he wakes up
with a giggle on his lips
and asks for tickles
He dresses
like a rainbow exploded
and fell into the shape of clothes
over his body
I don't always tell everyone
he's a boy
so if they make gender assumptions
I generally let it slide
I don't know what opinion
a random Uber driver
or parent at the park
might have about
a sparkly unicorn boy
and how their own biases
might fight to dim his spark
Even...
#childhood
#children
#happiness
#identity
#love
99 reads
5 Comments
Indie
Miss Indie
Miss Indie
Poem Published
26th Feb 2025 10:02pm
26th Feb 2025 10:02pm
sparkly unicorn boy
I'm the mother
of a sparkly unicorn child
most days he wakes up
with a giggle on his lips
and asks for tickles
He dresses
like a rainbow exploded
and fell into the shape of clothes
over his body
I don't always tell everyone
he's a boy
so if they make gender assumptions
I generally let it slide
I don't know what opinion
a random Uber driver
or parent at the park
might have about
a sparkly unicorn boy
and how their own biases
might fight to dim his spark
Even...
of a sparkly unicorn child
most days he wakes up
with a giggle on his lips
and asks for tickles
He dresses
like a rainbow exploded
and fell into the shape of clothes
over his body
I don't always tell everyone
he's a boy
so if they make gender assumptions
I generally let it slide
I don't know what opinion
a random Uber driver
or parent at the park
might have about
a sparkly unicorn boy
and how their own biases
might fight to dim his spark
Even...
#childhood
#children
#happiness
#identity
#love
99 reads
5 Comments
Indie
Miss Indie
Miss Indie
Poem Published
26th Feb 2025 10:02pm
26th Feb 2025 10:02pm
sparkly unicorn boy
I'm the mother
of a sparkly unicorn child
most days he wakes up
with a giggle on his lips
and asks for tickles
He dresses
like a rainbow exploded
and fell into the shape of clothes
over his body
I don't always tell everyone
he's a boy
so if they make gender assumptions
I generally let it slide
I don't know what opinion
a random Uber driver
or parent at the park
might have about
a sparkly unicorn boy
and how their own biases
might fight to dim his spark
Even...
of a sparkly unicorn child
most days he wakes up
with a giggle on his lips
and asks for tickles
He dresses
like a rainbow exploded
and fell into the shape of clothes
over his body
I don't always tell everyone
he's a boy
so if they make gender assumptions
I generally let it slide
I don't know what opinion
a random Uber driver
or parent at the park
might have about
a sparkly unicorn boy
and how their own biases
might fight to dim his spark
Even...
#childhood
#children
#happiness
#identity
#love
99 reads
5 Comments
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