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.
SweetKittyCat5
Poem Published
26th May 2022 5:36pm
26th May 2022 5:36pm
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
581 reads
3 Comments
Styxian
Poem Published
9th May 2022 2:11am
9th May 2022 2:11am
Brown Paper Bag
Everything I owned,
no, everything I could take,
fit into a paper bag
Some pants and socks
two t-shirts, and a button up shirt
to wear for when we go
ask for mercy, and to beg
for a lunch
at church
Sort of clean clothes,
as we stood inconspicuous
in the corner of his office
while mom blamed dad
to the pastor
He wrote our names
in the prayer book
for the evening service
Where we would stand,
in a grungy formation
on judgement's stage
I was picked to go
with the...
no, everything I could take,
fit into a paper bag
Some pants and socks
two t-shirts, and a button up shirt
to wear for when we go
ask for mercy, and to beg
for a lunch
at church
Sort of clean clothes,
as we stood inconspicuous
in the corner of his office
while mom blamed dad
to the pastor
He wrote our names
in the prayer book
for the evening service
Where we would stand,
in a grungy formation
on judgement's stage
I was picked to go
with the...
#childhood
#memories
#separation
291 reads
12 Comments
Ambjr
Poem Published
22nd Feb 2025 5:16am
22nd Feb 2025 5:16am
the weight of your legacy
my reflection holds a warnin
your face thru mine
a bloodline’s violent song
features cut into jagged scars
of inheritance
the steinway bears witness
to lessons of impact
how ribcages sing out
when struck just right
between wrong notes
I sign papers with reluctance
your name fadin into mine
crimson risin beneath skin
bleedin out onto dotted lines
so many nights I wake
to find my hands
curled into shapes
that speak with your tongue
and I swear if I could just recall
which...
your face thru mine
a bloodline’s violent song
features cut into jagged scars
of inheritance
the steinway bears witness
to lessons of impact
how ribcages sing out
when struck just right
between wrong notes
I sign papers with reluctance
your name fadin into mine
crimson risin beneath skin
bleedin out onto dotted lines
so many nights I wake
to find my hands
curled into shapes
that speak with your tongue
and I swear if I could just recall
which...
#childhood
#father
#violence
174 reads
10 Comments
Indie
Miss Indie
Miss Indie
Poem Published
24th Apr 2025 3:17am
24th Apr 2025 3:17am
by the ocean with you
Delicate breezes
ruffle blonde sea-salted hair
cool wind on warm skin
You smile like the ocean
infinity exhales
Memories live here
made of sweet sunlit bubbles
and pure smiles
Let me take some photographs
pin down all these small moments
I want this to last
beyond sunset's warm goodbye
today's history
Eyes closed, I breathe everything
I cannot capture today
ruffle blonde sea-salted hair
cool wind on warm skin
You smile like the ocean
infinity exhales
Memories live here
made of sweet sunlit bubbles
and pure smiles
Let me take some photographs
pin down all these small moments
I want this to last
beyond sunset's warm goodbye
today's history
Eyes closed, I breathe everything
I cannot capture today
#childhood
#family
#love
72 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
468 reads
2 Comments
runningturtle87
Poem Published
30th May 2022 1:26pm
30th May 2022 1:26pm
Trigger Warning
Trigger Warning
The exact
number
of tiles
on the floor
that were
needed
to fill
the room
were
locked
into
place,
counted
over
and
over
in darkness,
assuaging
the simple lack
of light.
The exact
number
of tiles
on the floor
that were
needed
to fill
the room
were
locked
into
place,
counted
over
and
over
in darkness,
assuaging
the simple lack
of light.
#childhood
#memories
295 reads
4 Comments
Tallen
earth_empath
earth_empath
Poem Published
10th Apr 2025 11:26am
10th Apr 2025 11:26am
Amelioration @ ten
10/30
Amelioration @ ten
If only I could’ve waved the magic wand
pulled from a Ten year old’s imagination
Believing god or the cosmos placed me
reincarnated for a tort in a previous
existence
In anguish, fear….. pain ----
increasingly mental emotional damage
wishing, O how I wished daily for release
anything to improve my life
Thinking the first born must be
the (an) example
the experimental child
reasons for the physical tortures
so siblings would toe the line
Hence, swallowing a...
Amelioration @ ten
If only I could’ve waved the magic wand
pulled from a Ten year old’s imagination
Believing god or the cosmos placed me
reincarnated for a tort in a previous
existence
In anguish, fear….. pain ----
increasingly mental emotional damage
wishing, O how I wished daily for release
anything to improve my life
Thinking the first born must be
the (an) example
the experimental child
reasons for the physical tortures
so siblings would toe the line
Hence, swallowing a...
#childhood
#father
#God
#SelfHarm
#universe
55 reads
1 Comment
Sappho
Poem Published
24th Feb 2024 9:27am
24th Feb 2024 9:27am
Core Wound
Mommy?!
...
...
Please talk to me Mommy!
...
...
Mommy?!
...
...
Minutes drag on like hours
...
...
Please Mommy!!!
...
...
Don't turn a deaf ear to me!
...
...
Speak just one word! Please!!!
...
...
Screaming silence echoes from the walls
…
…
Mommy???
...
...
I will be a good girl! I promise!
...
...
Mommy...
...
...
Please talk to me Mommy!
...
...
Mommy?!
...
...
Minutes drag on like hours
...
...
Please Mommy!!!
...
...
Don't turn a deaf ear to me!
...
...
Speak just one word! Please!!!
...
...
Screaming silence echoes from the walls
…
…
Mommy???
...
...
I will be a good girl! I promise!
...
...
Mommy...
#mother
#childhood
211 reads
3 Comments
dartford
Paul S...
Paul S...
Poem Published
1st Feb 2025 00:21am
1st Feb 2025 00:21am
more potatoes, then, mum ..
always being told to eat more vegetables
sunday lunch was difficult
as a child I was obviously
found wanting
fewer comments like: don’t talk
with your mouth full don’t talk at the table
just eat your vegetables,
there’s a good boy ..
sunday lunch was difficult
as a child I was obviously
found wanting
fewer comments like: don’t talk
with your mouth full don’t talk at the table
just eat your vegetables,
there’s a good boy ..
#childhood
#food
91 reads
5 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
152 reads
10 Comments
KristinaX
Poem Published
14th Feb 2025 10:00pm
14th Feb 2025 10:00pm
Like I Was Never Touched
There are things I don’t say.
Things I press down so deep,
they never had a voice—
only suffering,
only pain.
My body was never mine, not really.
Hands took it before I even knew how to feel.
Before I could understand the perversion,
before I understood the way a soul can fracture
and still keep moving.
I have been taken so many times,
I stopped believing there was anything left to keep.
I have been seen, but never known.
Touched, but never held.
Wanted so...
Things I press down so deep,
they never had a voice—
only suffering,
only pain.
My body was never mine, not really.
Hands took it before I even knew how to feel.
Before I could understand the perversion,
before I understood the way a soul can fracture
and still keep moving.
I have been taken so many times,
I stopped believing there was anything left to keep.
I have been seen, but never known.
Touched, but never held.
Wanted so...
#abuse
#love
#romantic
#suffering
#childhood
715 reads
80 Comments
buddhakitty
Poem Published
10th Jan 2025 4:45am
10th Jan 2025 4:45am
when I was eight
my father courage started at
the neck of a bottle of vodka
and finished in its puck
I learned early in life that
what an alcohol fears most
is an empty well
he always said to me,
"Remember, you don't
have friends, only acquaintances.
you can't ever trust anyone."
RIGHT...
so I stopped trusting him
and life, although full of bullshit,
at times, has offered me enough
flowers to reap a garden or two
take that you drunken...
the neck of a bottle of vodka
and finished in its puck
I learned early in life that
what an alcohol fears most
is an empty well
he always said to me,
"Remember, you don't
have friends, only acquaintances.
you can't ever trust anyone."
RIGHT...
so I stopped trusting him
and life, although full of bullshit,
at times, has offered me enough
flowers to reap a garden or two
take that you drunken...
#childhood
#nostalgia
110 reads
4 Comments
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