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.
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
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Wild Blackberries
Blackberries visual entry
#childhood
#food
#memories #nostalgia
#memories #nostalgia
276 reads
18 Comments
Clasping Memories
I clasped
Onto my memories
As if they where the only thing of value
A favourite broken toy
I couldn’t discard
Played with them like a child
Rebuilding a world
Where I could smile again
A sweet innocence I thought had died
Now rekindled a reborn flame
Often wondered where he went
As the years rolled on
His playfulness faded
But he held on to my shadow
Hoping I would remember him
I clasp these memories tight
For in them is me
The true me
The little boy who never gave up ...
Onto my memories
As if they where the only thing of value
A favourite broken toy
I couldn’t discard
Played with them like a child
Rebuilding a world
Where I could smile again
A sweet innocence I thought had died
Now rekindled a reborn flame
Often wondered where he went
As the years rolled on
His playfulness faded
But he held on to my shadow
Hoping I would remember him
I clasp these memories tight
For in them is me
The true me
The little boy who never gave up ...
#childhood
#inspirational
#memories
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12 Comments
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
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3 Comments
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
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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
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8 Comments
Best Pal
We captured frogs
had marble races
got humped by dogs
made up our faces
We walked to the pool
got lost in the woods
played hooky from school
devoured baked goods
We climbed in trees
and hopped on ice floes
scraped up our knees
watched music videos
You helped clean my room
I helped dirty yours
when I couldn’t go play
you finished my chores
Got into punk rock
and changed our hair
adventures followed us
everywhere
Life took us away
to different towns
but...
had marble races
got humped by dogs
made up our faces
We walked to the pool
got lost in the woods
played hooky from school
devoured baked goods
We climbed in trees
and hopped on ice floes
scraped up our knees
watched music videos
You helped clean my room
I helped dirty yours
when I couldn’t go play
you finished my chores
Got into punk rock
and changed our hair
adventures followed us
everywhere
Life took us away
to different towns
but...
#love
#BestFriend
#childhood
#friendship
#NaPoWriMo2022
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3 Comments
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
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Bloom Doom
Grew up the youngest
of three blooming brothers
Spreading my petals
everywhere I went
but trouble kept
getting my petals
stuck because of my
Oldest brother's problems
But now my petals are
holding because of
this frenzy shit the
goverments/spooks created
I am tired of this and me
being my Oldest Brother's Keeper
So plesse let my petals go do
Their blooming
of three blooming brothers
Spreading my petals
everywhere I went
but trouble kept
getting my petals
stuck because of my
Oldest brother's problems
But now my petals are
holding because of
this frenzy shit the
goverments/spooks created
I am tired of this and me
being my Oldest Brother's Keeper
So plesse let my petals go do
Their blooming
#brother
#childhood
#family
#memories
#pandemic
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3 Comments
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
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My Monster
When the dark hours rang,
I remained inside,
Locked away from the danger,
Breathing behind doors,
As my parents had warned
To be safe,
Embraced in my blanket, I slept.
While claws crept from beneath the bed,
Where my monster hid,
The one my parents had left,
To rest at ease.
I lay engulfed in my sheets,
Waiting for the promised tricks,
That carved out my nightmares.
I remained inside,
Locked away from the danger,
Breathing behind doors,
As my parents had warned
To be safe,
Embraced in my blanket, I slept.
While claws crept from beneath the bed,
Where my monster hid,
The one my parents had left,
To rest at ease.
I lay engulfed in my sheets,
Waiting for the promised tricks,
That carved out my nightmares.
#betrayal
#childhood
#fear #nightmares
#fear #nightmares
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childish things
never liked swings
out of control
as he pulls it even further back from behind
me, a scared kid
on a seat
held by strings, I mean blimey ..
out of control
as he pulls it even further back from behind
me, a scared kid
on a seat
held by strings, I mean blimey ..
#childhood
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2 Comments
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