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
3rd Dec 2024 10:20am
3rd Dec 2024 10:20am
A sight I will never forget
A UPS truck ran into a telephone pole on the corner near my home
I was 10
Skinny freaked out, wild eyed and full of shit
The driver's head went through the windshield
Exploded on the telephone pole
Never occurred to me
The beauty of that scene
Blood, brains and all that milk
Everything ran down to the gutter
I ran down the hill observing the greying milk snake
My parents on the other hand were quite annoyed
The package they were expecting was destroyed!
I was 10
Skinny freaked out, wild eyed and full of shit
The driver's head went through the windshield
Exploded on the telephone pole
Never occurred to me
The beauty of that scene
Blood, brains and all that milk
Everything ran down to the gutter
I ran down the hill observing the greying milk snake
My parents on the other hand were quite annoyed
The package they were expecting was destroyed!
#cars
#childhood
#death
#horror
#memories
68 reads
4 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
352 reads
20 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
426 reads
2 Comments
crimsin
Unveiling
Unveiling
Poem Published
12th Nov 2024 2:03pm
12th Nov 2024 2:03pm
innocence
sadness overcomes me and my inner woman fades
my voice within quiets and I retreat
part of me has no choice but to stay and feel the pain
everything silences, I feel so deeply
I've gotten the souls inside me, to sanctuary
it may seem strange but there are many that live within me
innocense being my soul child
a little being with keen observations of the world
I hear her talking to God
she always prays for me
leading the evening requests for beauty
she is curious about the world
too eager to know things
my...
my voice within quiets and I retreat
part of me has no choice but to stay and feel the pain
everything silences, I feel so deeply
I've gotten the souls inside me, to sanctuary
it may seem strange but there are many that live within me
innocense being my soul child
a little being with keen observations of the world
I hear her talking to God
she always prays for me
leading the evening requests for beauty
she is curious about the world
too eager to know things
my...
#childhood
#memories
87 reads
2 Comments
Stoney223
WOLF BAY33
WOLF BAY33
Poem Published
9th Dec 2024 10:16pm
9th Dec 2024 10:16pm
SPIRITUAL POWER OF A WOMAN
It's me again the story teller of words ✍️ I would like to take a moment of your time, to give my own utmost respect to all the women's of the world. 🌎 For sure if it wasn't for a strong 💪woman there wouldn't be a strong man. THAT is willing to stand and fight as a strong man. Building a strong relationship with a strong, foundation of steel and stones. 🪨 THAT together they shall always stand side by side. For sure I give them the upmost honor with respect, for if wasn't for a woman we as men could not even EXIST....
#BestFriend
#childhood
#fatherhood
#friendship
#motherhood
72 reads
3 Comments
backdeckbenny
Poem Published
29th Dec 2024 6:45pm
29th Dec 2024 6:45pm
Unsullied
Yesterday.
I watched an infant seeing an overhead fan for the first time.
I could feel his innocence.
His amazement.
His observation without bias.
A consciousness but not yet a mind.
Devoid of conditioning.
Uncluttered, unfettered, un everything.
Joy without thought.
And I wondered.
Where did my wonder go?
My awe go?
Oh there it is.
In the Birdsong.
In the sound in a conch.
In the trees,the sky,the grasshopper.
It never left.
Just got covered by adulthood.
I watched an infant seeing an overhead fan for the first time.
I could feel his innocence.
His amazement.
His observation without bias.
A consciousness but not yet a mind.
Devoid of conditioning.
Uncluttered, unfettered, un everything.
Joy without thought.
And I wondered.
Where did my wonder go?
My awe go?
Oh there it is.
In the Birdsong.
In the sound in a conch.
In the trees,the sky,the grasshopper.
It never left.
Just got covered by adulthood.
#childhood
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0 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
571 reads
19 Comments
WillowsWhimsies
Poem Published
27th Oct 2023 12:42pm
27th Oct 2023 12:42pm
House rules...house rules...& mayhem
there were House rules
{before, during & after church}
none of them unreasonable & never once tested
we showered, brushed our teeth & sat down to eat
before donning the appropriate garment
heaven forbid we wrinkle or get it dirty
hair must be brushed until it shone
barrettes for the girls...boys hair must be smooth
only then were we deemed presentable
one by one we'd get in the car
none of our weekday shenanigans
we could joke & be silly
just be mindful of what we were wearing
upon arrival there were further...
{before, during & after church}
none of them unreasonable & never once tested
we showered, brushed our teeth & sat down to eat
before donning the appropriate garment
heaven forbid we wrinkle or get it dirty
hair must be brushed until it shone
barrettes for the girls...boys hair must be smooth
only then were we deemed presentable
one by one we'd get in the car
none of our weekday shenanigans
we could joke & be silly
just be mindful of what we were wearing
upon arrival there were further...
#love
#childhood
#memories #tradition
#memories #tradition
154 reads
5 Comments
Paulajobi
Paula Jobi
Paula Jobi
Poem Published
8th Jan 2025 10:21am
8th Jan 2025 10:21am
Fire!
I slept and woke to pounding!
People outside screamed, "FIRE!"
We had no smoke detectors.
There were five of us in the house!!!
The smoke was thick.
Isn't that what usually kills people?
I was only 13. Mom was drunk.
The others...my siblings.
We had just moved in here.
Our Aunt had evicted us.
Jimmy was hiding in Florida.
We were dead broke!
Now we might be dead!
I don't remember the first fire...
When I was 2 months old.
Mom had left me alone.
Neighbors saved me.
Mom was...
People outside screamed, "FIRE!"
We had no smoke detectors.
There were five of us in the house!!!
The smoke was thick.
Isn't that what usually kills people?
I was only 13. Mom was drunk.
The others...my siblings.
We had just moved in here.
Our Aunt had evicted us.
Jimmy was hiding in Florida.
We were dead broke!
Now we might be dead!
I don't remember the first fire...
When I was 2 months old.
Mom had left me alone.
Neighbors saved me.
Mom was...
#childhood
#fire
55 reads
8 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
213 reads
2 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
276 reads
18 Comments
goodwolf1966
jimmy
jimmy
Poem Published
4th Aug 2024 2:19am
4th Aug 2024 2:19am
the dandelion princess
those
dandelions
stood
upright and
proud, their
lively smiles
easily seen
in the
early morning
light,
then young
hands came
to pick
those bright
flowers,
making
a bouquet,
she gave
herself
title of
the dandelion
princess
dandelions
stood
upright and
proud, their
lively smiles
easily seen
in the
early morning
light,
then young
hands came
to pick
those bright
flowers,
making
a bouquet,
she gave
herself
title of
the dandelion
princess
#admiration
#childhood
#flowers
#happiness
#nature
151 reads
6 Comments
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