Poems About Childhood by Top Critiquers
#childhood
Poems about childhood by top critiquers. Poems written by members who have given lots of feedback to other poets this month.
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
29th Jan 2025 11:01am
29th Jan 2025 11:01am
And now a true story
My childhood friend Kirby and I once hypnotized a frog in the summer of 88. We found a rock on the lake's shoreline that looked like an emerald. We believed the rock had super powers. An hour later, we found the frog. We began rubbing the rock on the top of it's forehead. It was amazing. The frog was hypnotized. (We thought) We weren't sure though on how to unhyptnotize the frog. Instead, we kept the frog and fed it to Kirby's German Sheppard, named Bear. That was the 1st time his dog tasted frog! 'oui oui'
After Bear had lunch, we went inside to see Kirby's Grandma. This old...
After Bear had lunch, we went inside to see Kirby's Grandma. This old...
#childhood
#friendship
#memories
#ShortStory
#summer
111 reads
8 Comments
crimsin
Unveiling
Unveiling
Poem Published
18th Apr 2025 5:07pm
18th Apr 2025 5:07pm
unconditional
Sorrowful grace today was hopeful
Visiting my kids for Easter
a road trip out of town
would brighten my mood
Back to my hometown
Good memories of my childhood
playing all summer and climbing trees
riding bikes and hanging out with friends
My hometown was much safer then
It's becoming a bigger city now
and rife with danger
There are still pockets of good neighborhoods
My mom lives in one of these
The houses literally look like the Brady Bunch house
The block seems stuck in the sixties ...
Visiting my kids for Easter
a road trip out of town
would brighten my mood
Back to my hometown
Good memories of my childhood
playing all summer and climbing trees
riding bikes and hanging out with friends
My hometown was much safer then
It's becoming a bigger city now
and rife with danger
There are still pockets of good neighborhoods
My mom lives in one of these
The houses literally look like the Brady Bunch house
The block seems stuck in the sixties ...
#childhood
#daughter
#family #love
#family #love
74 reads
2 Comments
Betty
Poem Published
11th May 2023 2:04am
11th May 2023 2:04am
Litany of a snail
I was fresh from the shower,
in sweats, a t-shirt, no bra, sodden hair,
getting ready for mass,
when the deputy knocked on the door,
and solemnly brought to his lips a name
with which I’d not let pass my own
in years.
It’s a sin to speak ill of the dead.
I remembered her
bright-red hair...
I remembered when I was nine,
and we lived in an efficiency
with her ‘former’ dealer,
in a city far away from my home.
I...
in sweats, a t-shirt, no bra, sodden hair,
getting ready for mass,
when the deputy knocked on the door,
and solemnly brought to his lips a name
with which I’d not let pass my own
in years.
It’s a sin to speak ill of the dead.
I remembered her
bright-red hair...
I remembered when I was nine,
and we lived in an efficiency
with her ‘former’ dealer,
in a city far away from my home.
I...
#mother
#parent
#childhood #death
#childhood #death
631 reads
19 Comments
Stoney223
WOLF BAY33
WOLF BAY33
Poem Published
17th Feb 2025 2:01pm
17th Feb 2025 2:01pm
Secret Family Tree
From what I can remember when we all gathered together, at Big Mama's house where the elders of the women's, would prepare a Home Town cook out for gathering, for the family. IT was a time that I will never forget. As it was a gathering of the elders and uncles and aunts and sisters and brothers, with their off springs children running around playing children games. While the olders people would play cards or shuffle board games, as the elders would look out and see the families all together in one place. Yet they could be found sitting up under a old oak tree, in the shade of the afternoon...
#childhood
#confusion
#memories
#SelfDiscovery
#SelfReflection
117 reads
0 Comments
WillowsWhimsies
Poem Published
22nd Feb 2025 2:17pm
22nd Feb 2025 2:17pm
treetop drops
as wind whispers
of yesterdays best forgotten
mind recoils
clutching...
at the delicate branches
...of survival
remembrance is a bitch
fingernails down window panes
...the pain...
of lullabies gone awry
& when that bough broke
it was one helluva fall
~~~
~~
~
of yesterdays best forgotten
mind recoils
clutching...
at the delicate branches
...of survival
remembrance is a bitch
fingernails down window panes
...the pain...
of lullabies gone awry
& when that bough broke
it was one helluva fall
~~~
~~
~
#abuse
#childhood
#confessional #memories
#confessional #memories
232 reads
14 Comments
PoetSpeak
Poem Published
29th Nov 2020 1:40pm
29th Nov 2020 1:40pm
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
389 reads
20 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
195 reads
2 Comments
Nevermindthegaps
Poem Published
16th Apr 2025 5:16am
16th Apr 2025 5:16am
And I wait (ramble stream of consciousness forth coming)
I know when we found the coins to scrape together
to put you on that flight you would
have the time of your life
the snippets of the man you will become
touching at the corners of your eyes
when you coached your sisters soccer team at 13
and even now when your walk through the yard
the little ones treat you like a rockstar
and they brag that
you
you with the smart mouth and foul language
you who we have seen naked and cold
and broken and scared
are their hero
and my daughters brag about you
being...
to put you on that flight you would
have the time of your life
the snippets of the man you will become
touching at the corners of your eyes
when you coached your sisters soccer team at 13
and even now when your walk through the yard
the little ones treat you like a rockstar
and they brag that
you
you with the smart mouth and foul language
you who we have seen naked and cold
and broken and scared
are their hero
and my daughters brag about you
being...
#childhood
#fatherhood
#son
119 reads
2 Comments
MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
24th Dec 2023 3:09pm
24th Dec 2023 3:09pm
Aunt June
A poor old dingbat lady of the church
who came to visit mom, when I was young:
her teeth on the nightstand Polident perch
tumbler dunked in brief freedom from the tongue.
Last I heard a stroke claimed her, flesh and ghost,
and that she had fallen into a ditch.
But memories are an echo necrosed
like her white cotton bookmark tatting stitch
verse and chapter worn and bond leather bare
on the bible next to those burbling teeth.
But I did not know it; not then; not there;
or long after her casket was beneath ...
who came to visit mom, when I was young:
her teeth on the nightstand Polident perch
tumbler dunked in brief freedom from the tongue.
Last I heard a stroke claimed her, flesh and ghost,
and that she had fallen into a ditch.
But memories are an echo necrosed
like her white cotton bookmark tatting stitch
verse and chapter worn and bond leather bare
on the bible next to those burbling teeth.
But I did not know it; not then; not there;
or long after her casket was beneath ...
#childhood
#family
#memories #MentalHealth
#memories #MentalHealth
196 reads
2 Comments
brokentitanium
k.
k.
Poem Published
16th Apr 2025 00:27am
16th Apr 2025 00:27am
Me, Part 4: Entropy
I was eight years old
when we moved 1000km from home
for dad’s sabbatical.
As far as I can tell,
that’s the year everything went
sideways.
There were good things.
The loft in the open-plan classroom,
where I decorated the cover of my weekly workbook
in wild rainbow colours,
completing lessons as an afterthought
each Friday afternoon.
And Anne –
dramatic, precocious, unpopular;
I adored her brazen light.
We were inseparable
and...
when we moved 1000km from home
for dad’s sabbatical.
As far as I can tell,
that’s the year everything went
sideways.
There were good things.
The loft in the open-plan classroom,
where I decorated the cover of my weekly workbook
in wild rainbow colours,
completing lessons as an afterthought
each Friday afternoon.
And Anne –
dramatic, precocious, unpopular;
I adored her brazen light.
We were inseparable
and...
#abuse
#childhood
#confessional #memories
#confessional #memories
62 reads
2 Comments
PAR
Poem Published
14th Nov 2024 1:30pm
14th Nov 2024 1:30pm
The Truth Fairy
Under the pillow, a tooth was placed.
A child waiting, all snug in haste.
But a different fairy, with wings so bright,
slipped into the room in the middle of the night.
Not the Tooth Fairy with glitter and cheer
but the Truth Fairy, solemn and near.
With a sigh, she whispered, “It’s time to reveal
the secrets and truths that life may conceal.”
In dreams the child was gently led
to scenes of truth, both hoped and dread.
A mirror showed friends who might betray
and promises broken along the way.
Eyes...
A child waiting, all snug in haste.
But a different fairy, with wings so bright,
slipped into the room in the middle of the night.
Not the Tooth Fairy with glitter and cheer
but the Truth Fairy, solemn and near.
With a sigh, she whispered, “It’s time to reveal
the secrets and truths that life may conceal.”
In dreams the child was gently led
to scenes of truth, both hoped and dread.
A mirror showed friends who might betray
and promises broken along the way.
Eyes...
#childhood
#fairies
#magic
#memories
#philosophical
269 reads
8 Comments
Ahavati
Tams
Tams
Poem Published
7th Dec 2024 12:53pm
7th Dec 2024 12:53pm
Wild Blackberries
Blackberries visual entry
#childhood
#food
#memories #nostalgia
#memories #nostalgia
394 reads
18 Comments
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