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.
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
293 reads
4 Comments
Grace
IDryad
IDryad
Poem Published
14th Jun 2024 1:34pm
14th Jun 2024 1:34pm
Father
was there a time when gentleness
touched our body and soul as children
was there a time when goodness
and love was felt from his hands
betrayed his spouse and deeply hurt
all the children left sad and distraught
heavy hands with drunken breath
cowering in corners we grieved
we grieved for the death of our love
we cried for the loss of our respect
we mourned his untold despair
for his unhappiness and shame
his short affairs to assure himself
his abusive ways to show control
sadly he lost us all
as we...
touched our body and soul as children
was there a time when goodness
and love was felt from his hands
betrayed his spouse and deeply hurt
all the children left sad and distraught
heavy hands with drunken breath
cowering in corners we grieved
we grieved for the death of our love
we cried for the loss of our respect
we mourned his untold despair
for his unhappiness and shame
his short affairs to assure himself
his abusive ways to show control
sadly he lost us all
as we...
#childhood
#father
163 reads
6 Comments
Zazzles
Broom
Broom
Poem Published
31st Oct 2020 4:49pm
31st Oct 2020 4:49pm
odd-ball syndrome
Please copy and paste and listen while reading
And always thanks for looking https://youtube.com/watch?v=0H4EBicz5qQ
I will never have that which I need,
a product of neglect
still haunts and follows me
I am as I is, believing as any child would
only under the wrong circumstances
and with different points of view
Holding fast to that which I value
the old days still ring true,
a lonely tv upbringing gone
it’s all I...
And always thanks for looking https://youtube.com/watch?v=0H4EBicz5qQ
I will never have that which I need,
a product of neglect
still haunts and follows me
I am as I is, believing as any child would
only under the wrong circumstances
and with different points of view
Holding fast to that which I value
the old days still ring true,
a lonely tv upbringing gone
it’s all I...
#childhood
611 reads
18 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
274 reads
3 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
465 reads
2 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
252 reads
2 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
218 reads
2 Comments
Green_Arrow
Poem Published
26th Oct 2022 2:23am
26th Oct 2022 2:23am
Why Are You Leaving Me, Mommy?
She keeps on walking away
like she no longer loves me!
like she no longer loves me!
#mother
#childhood
#fiction
#dialogue
#confusion
331 reads
0 Comments
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