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.
Phantom2426
Poem Published
20th May 2020 4:09am
20th May 2020 4:09am
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
530 reads
3 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
93 reads
2 Comments
brokentitanium
k.
k.
Poem Published
25th Apr 2022 2:04am
25th Apr 2022 2:04am
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
330 reads
3 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
471 reads
3 Comments
KristinaX
Poem Published
9th Aug 2023 00:30am
9th Aug 2023 00:30am
Twilight's slave
I was sitting in my room so alone.
Tracing the lines, each leading to the next.
Each one may start as a straight line.
But so often a room holds so many secrets.
All those years of accreted injury.
Perhaps blood can be transformed into air.
And the smell of it lingers, at least for you.
Because that was your coping mechanism.
From the crows that fed on your flesh.
They picked at it so sharply, it hurt.
Until eventually it became a need.
And the corners can definitely be brooding.
Especially when the drum beats your hips. ...
Tracing the lines, each leading to the next.
Each one may start as a straight line.
But so often a room holds so many secrets.
All those years of accreted injury.
Perhaps blood can be transformed into air.
And the smell of it lingers, at least for you.
Because that was your coping mechanism.
From the crows that fed on your flesh.
They picked at it so sharply, it hurt.
Until eventually it became a need.
And the corners can definitely be brooding.
Especially when the drum beats your hips. ...
#childhood
#abuse
#SelfReflection
#suffering
#SelfWorth
530 reads
45 Comments
buddhakitty
Poem Published
23rd Dec 2022 00:52am
23rd Dec 2022 00:52am
Xmas is another word for hell
Christmas morning
comes
father drunk,
parents fighting
growing up is hell
comes
father drunk,
parents fighting
growing up is hell
#childhood
#memories
183 reads
6 Comments
Northern_Soul
-Missy-
-Missy-
Poem Published
10th Apr 2024 9:24am
10th Apr 2024 9:24am
Hymn to the Maiden
There are fields in the mind
endless fields stained in gold
where I’d lay in the harvest,
stalks erect beneath the sun
listening to the gentle chatter
of seeds shivering in their husks.
Anglia grew wheat, and hops
and rapeseed. Settlements
built on boggy fens and
Roman rule
and so I’d lay gazing at the sky
dreaming of coins and rings
and treasures laying dormant
inches below the soil, thinking ...
endless fields stained in gold
where I’d lay in the harvest,
stalks erect beneath the sun
listening to the gentle chatter
of seeds shivering in their husks.
Anglia grew wheat, and hops
and rapeseed. Settlements
built on boggy fens and
Roman rule
and so I’d lay gazing at the sky
dreaming of coins and rings
and treasures laying dormant
inches below the soil, thinking ...
#teens
#childhood
#pagan #Britain
#pagan #Britain
76 reads
12 Comments
Mrd
Poem Published
16th Jan 2024 6:52pm
16th Jan 2024 6:52pm
On My Mother Turning 30 in 1957
My mother ended
her 29th year tra-la-la-ing
on feckless gams
smack dab into the brick wall
of the big three-oh--
old at thirty? What fool
told her that?
Each night the laying on of hands,
the transsubstantiation
of Pond's Beauty Cream:
Hail, Lois, full of grease,
the lard is with you
backed by a money-back guarantee.
I remember how she wept
gathering...
her 29th year tra-la-la-ing
on feckless gams
smack dab into the brick wall
of the big three-oh--
old at thirty? What fool
told her that?
Each night the laying on of hands,
the transsubstantiation
of Pond's Beauty Cream:
Hail, Lois, full of grease,
the lard is with you
backed by a money-back guarantee.
I remember how she wept
gathering...
#motherhood
#childhood
#aging
88 reads
8 Comments
Pinkdreams
Poem Published
13th Apr 2024 4:47am
13th Apr 2024 4:47am
Sudden
Sixth graders watching the Guiness Book of World Records'
longest conga line of dogs
because it's five minutes before dismissal on a Friday
and why not?
Two simultaneous responses
one from a girl
one from a boy
"Aww, it's a puppy choo choo train!"
"Yeah, they's doin' it doggie style"
Cusp of twelve:
the hold of innocence tenuous
against gale force winds
longest conga line of dogs
because it's five minutes before dismissal on a Friday
and why not?
Two simultaneous responses
one from a girl
one from a boy
"Aww, it's a puppy choo choo train!"
"Yeah, they's doin' it doggie style"
Cusp of twelve:
the hold of innocence tenuous
against gale force winds
#childhood
#school
35 reads
13 Comments
PAR
Poem Published
28th Feb 2023 7:42pm
28th Feb 2023 7:42pm
Wicca!
My babuska was a witch
and she always said that
naughty boys became rabbits.
Which would dig tunnels to hell
and hide the chocolate eggs
during Easter at the orders of the devil.
My babuska was very badly behaved
and she wrapped chocolates in gold paper
that boys looked for in the circles of hell.
My babuska was very rich in stories
and punishments and curses to frighten.
In addition, she made delicious cookies.
Shaped like rabbits, shaped like boys
shaped like brooms... covered in chocolate.
My...
and she always said that
naughty boys became rabbits.
Which would dig tunnels to hell
and hide the chocolate eggs
during Easter at the orders of the devil.
My babuska was very badly behaved
and she wrapped chocolates in gold paper
that boys looked for in the circles of hell.
My babuska was very rich in stories
and punishments and curses to frighten.
In addition, she made delicious cookies.
Shaped like rabbits, shaped like boys
shaped like brooms... covered in chocolate.
My...
#childhood
#Easter
#memories
#myself
#witches
151 reads
11 Comments
PandoraUnleashed
Poem Published
20th Apr 2019 10:22pm
20th Apr 2019 10:22pm
Don't Let Her Die
REVISED...{SEE AUTHOR'S NOTE}....♤
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Forcing smiles upon her porcelain face She lived her days with dread and fear
Crying in the dark and empty spaces
Her only wish being Mommy's embrace
Her burdens were many in tender years Forcing smiles upon her porcelain face
Struggling to cope while pondering fate
Her shoulders, so laden with weight
Words of other's kept her in darkness
Clinging onto comfort from a...
_____________________________________
Forcing smiles upon her porcelain face She lived her days with dread and fear
Crying in the dark and empty spaces
Her only wish being Mommy's embrace
Her burdens were many in tender years Forcing smiles upon her porcelain face
Struggling to cope while pondering fate
Her shoulders, so laden with weight
Words of other's kept her in darkness
Clinging onto comfort from a...
#anxiety
#dark
#mother
#childhood
#death
690 reads
41 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
170 reads
8 Comments
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