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.
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
241 reads
2 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
440 reads
65 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
126 reads
10 Comments
Numer90
Numer0-un0
Numer0-un0
Poem Published
18th Dec 2020 11:05pm
18th Dec 2020 11:05pm
Mum Sample!
On mummy day we just jubiliate..
On mummy day we don't barricade..
On mummy day we don't infiltrate..
On mummy day we post no bille..
On mummy day we don't replay..
I stand by the north 12 o'clock..
Behind my back south
6 o'clock..
From the right east
3 o'clock..
By the left west
9 o'clock..
With this tears how we pay..
Volunteer for replay..
Inside the mind we foreplay..
Outside the mind afterplay..
It's free world...
On mummy day we don't barricade..
On mummy day we don't infiltrate..
On mummy day we post no bille..
On mummy day we don't replay..
I stand by the north 12 o'clock..
Behind my back south
6 o'clock..
From the right east
3 o'clock..
By the left west
9 o'clock..
With this tears how we pay..
Volunteer for replay..
Inside the mind we foreplay..
Outside the mind afterplay..
It's free world...
#parent
#motherhood
#childhood #son
#childhood #son
459 reads
2 Comments
Hashman
Poem Published
29th Mar 2022 1:30am
29th Mar 2022 1:30am
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
265 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
78 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
84 reads
5 Comments
goodwolf1966
jimmy
jimmy
Poem Published
3rd Mar 2025 3:06pm
3rd Mar 2025 3:06pm
blanket
blanket,
lay closer
to me,
hold me,
protect me
from
the barking
cold
as if
someone
would protect
a child
from a
savage dog
that would
choose
to do
some
discomfort
or harm.
lay closer
to me,
hold me,
protect me
from
the barking
cold
as if
someone
would protect
a child
from a
savage dog
that would
choose
to do
some
discomfort
or harm.
#childhood
#sleep
#suffering
64 reads
8 Comments
dimpy
dimpsmoon
dimpsmoon
Poem Published
5th Apr 2023 10:41am
5th Apr 2023 10:41am
white frock
I am standing on the
top floor of an aged
house, looking at the
trees and plants
surrounded by black
soil, I am just eight or
nine years old, I go
down the stairs and
start putting my hand
in the black sleek soil,
I am wearing a white
frock, seeing me sitting
in the mud, my mum
shouts angrily from the
top floor, My hands and
feet are covered with
grass and mud, I go
upstairs with hands
and feet covered with
mud, mother slaps me
at the door itself.
mum said that you...
top floor of an aged
house, looking at the
trees and plants
surrounded by black
soil, I am just eight or
nine years old, I go
down the stairs and
start putting my hand
in the black sleek soil,
I am wearing a white
frock, seeing me sitting
in the mud, my mum
shouts angrily from the
top floor, My hands and
feet are covered with
grass and mud, I go
upstairs with hands
and feet covered with
mud, mother slaps me
at the door itself.
mum said that you...
#childhood
#memories
247 reads
8 Comments
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
567 reads
3 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
25th Mar 2024 10:40am
25th Mar 2024 10:40am
Camp Counselor Crush
Camp Counselor Crush
Summer in New Orleans was artichokes dipped in sour cream, plantains ripening in the backyard, and ready to be fried by Mom in a skillet to sweeten my boyish tongue with tropical flavors that summoned the Tarzan in my heart. When Mom baked baklava in the oven the scent was as sweet as the smile of the ladies who strolled the streets of the neighborhood on their evening walks wearing scarves like the Turkish maidens in the pictures from the village of Yalova on the shores of the Sea of Marmara that I only saw in slides from my Dad’s projector.
...
Summer in New Orleans was artichokes dipped in sour cream, plantains ripening in the backyard, and ready to be fried by Mom in a skillet to sweeten my boyish tongue with tropical flavors that summoned the Tarzan in my heart. When Mom baked baklava in the oven the scent was as sweet as the smile of the ladies who strolled the streets of the neighborhood on their evening walks wearing scarves like the Turkish maidens in the pictures from the village of Yalova on the shores of the Sea of Marmara that I only saw in slides from my Dad’s projector.
...
#mother
#women
#childhood
#crush
#son
203 reads
2 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
164 reads
2 Comments
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