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.
Lilliputian
Poem Published
25th Dec 2024 9:48pm
25th Dec 2024 9:48pm
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
107 reads
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
721 reads
47 Comments
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
168 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.
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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
174 reads
2 Comments
AspergerPoet56
Poem Published
4th Jun 2019 6:18pm
4th Jun 2019 6:18pm
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
688 reads
12 Comments
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
607 reads
3 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
270 reads
4 Comments
gothicsurrealism
Daniel Long
Daniel Long
Poem Published
21st Mar 2020 8:25am
21st Mar 2020 8:25am
A Wild Child In Moonlight
A wild child smiled while riled.
Anger piled with face mild.
Exiled and reviled yet he smiled!
Beneath your light, he will write.
His thoughts alight, he will smite the night.
Within your white light,
need not be affright,
everything's all right.
The insight is now in sight!
Anger piled with face mild.
Exiled and reviled yet he smiled!
Beneath your light, he will write.
His thoughts alight, he will smite the night.
Within your white light,
need not be affright,
everything's all right.
The insight is now in sight!
#strength
#courage
#childhood
#motivational
#determination
633 reads
3 Comments
Casted_Runes
Mr Karswell
Mr Karswell
Poem Published
23rd Dec 2024 12:49pm
23rd Dec 2024 12:49pm
The Rotten Seed
The '60s were so long ago.
I see you crying on the stage.
The truth at last we came to know
that violence can only grow,
a rotten seed that fathers sow
and whose dark fruits they gage.
The '60s were so long ago.
I see you crying on the stage.
But love can manifest with age,
forgiveness joins the high and low.
You spoke, with tears anew confession's wage,
about when you were beaten in a rage
by some sadistic schoolmaster on stage...
Before your peers, in assembly, on show.
But love can manifest with age, ...
I see you crying on the stage.
The truth at last we came to know
that violence can only grow,
a rotten seed that fathers sow
and whose dark fruits they gage.
The '60s were so long ago.
I see you crying on the stage.
But love can manifest with age,
forgiveness joins the high and low.
You spoke, with tears anew confession's wage,
about when you were beaten in a rage
by some sadistic schoolmaster on stage...
Before your peers, in assembly, on show.
But love can manifest with age, ...
#abuse
#childhood
#fatherhood #memories
#fatherhood #memories
121 reads
4 Comments
Trillium
Poem Published
11th Feb 2024 5:24am
11th Feb 2024 5:24am
Do you want to colour?
Do you want to colour?
A question from your childhood.
Crayons spread across the table
the floor
Whatever paper is handy
Blank
A colouring book
Covering the pages
Diligently staying within the lines
Freedom of a blank page
No matter
You were creating
Something
Choosing the perfect colour
From a carefully sorted box
Or
From a pile of half-spent broken pieces in a candy tin
Grinding into the paper to create a solid form
The unmistakable smell of crayons
The...
A question from your childhood.
Crayons spread across the table
the floor
Whatever paper is handy
Blank
A colouring book
Covering the pages
Diligently staying within the lines
Freedom of a blank page
No matter
You were creating
Something
Choosing the perfect colour
From a carefully sorted box
Or
From a pile of half-spent broken pieces in a candy tin
Grinding into the paper to create a solid form
The unmistakable smell of crayons
The...
#childhood
141 reads
9 Comments
Zazzles
Broomie
Broomie
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 is-as I am 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 ever knew
I was raised by the...
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 is-as I am 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 ever knew
I was raised by the...
#childhood
539 reads
18 Comments
Strangeways_Rob
Poem Published
30th Dec 2020 11:20pm
30th Dec 2020 11:20pm
Once in the Wood on Fire
As kids we discovered a ramshackle wooden hut deep in the woods, seemingly an occasional refuge for the homeless. Over the years, it’s become apparent that the hut had remained in our psyche. I sometimes wonder who paints the glasses rose-coloured? This is the tale of Mandy who was to abandon housewife suburbia for glitz & glamour of crack! She was found corpsed in pools of vomit & shit & piss. Oh, the glamour indeed!
Amen! To the reverence of
Skipping ropes and Rubik’s cubes,
Hide and thy shall seek the
Glory of the Lord-of-the-Flies.
Listen...
Amen! To the reverence of
Skipping ropes and Rubik’s cubes,
Hide and thy shall seek the
Glory of the Lord-of-the-Flies.
Listen...
#childhood
#fate
#memories
379 reads
3 Comments
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