Newest Childhood Poems (359)

My eyes are brown not blueI think I was in 7th grade when I wrote this poem. I always wanted to have blue eyes I always thought they were so pretty. But I knew I was beautiful...

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Christmaschristmas...

Paperboys dayMemories of Youth...

GeraldineI remember, when I was about five, being bullied, I remember, Geraldine, like a saviour, came to save me, I was about five, she was only about eight,,...

EmbryoInto this void Off liquid one so small From tiny dot One thus grow Two limbs Four limbs now grow One choirs emotion Motions the head one flo...

The house1940-1962 and life then; none of the categories are suitable really...

Birds that never flewsimple elegy for the ones we left behind...

Blue sky blue waterJust a story from the past. Significant in one one sense and nothing in another....

Why do you read my poemsAre you a vouyer to my past To read my words From my lifes journey On my journey of life's toil To find my hidden sole my life You read with...

The Covid Child.It must be very difficult for children to make sense of Covid....

BrowningChildhood memories, memories of my two brothers Michael and Thomas RIP, Love you always,...

Resentedit is as it says; I recall the reluctant reading, and JFK was to die shortly thereafter - no connection!...

Hundred year old horsestart of a novel if I had the energy...

Intimations of Immortality.Though nothing can bring back the hour Of splendour in the grass, Of glory in the flower. We will grieve not, rather find, Strenght in what remain...

Sun DaysA splash of rain on the window pane I'm lying here thinking of you again Sunday drives in our old Renault 5 Driving aimlessly around the countrysi...

To A Child Dancing In The WindI was thumbing through an anthology of W B Yeats' poems and I warmed to this one which I thought I would share. I follow the innocence of youth theme...

Rivers of Life.On Face Book I saw a photo of a huge ship travelling along the Thames.....everything changes...or does it....

The TreeKeeps happening This thing called change...

BittersweetA few thoughts....Happy Thanksgiving....

Wishing and HopingWhen we are born, we don't have a choice. Our parents will love us, we listen to the voice. As we grow older, we then start to wish, toys,nice f...

90's SongsI do karaoke every Thursday night unless there is a Packers game, Thanksgiving, or bad weather. The DJ said he was having a 90's costume party with 1...

CHILDREN.....my week helping in a school holiday project.... a puppet show taught with a Kiwi theme........

DEAR DIARYI remembered my first diary and how I felt keeping this precious book....

From Parent to ChildBased on an extract from Author: Medard Laz (from the book "Love Adds a Little Chocolate"). * My Mom typed out the above poem for me when I was a tee...

Springtime In The MountainsTrying to create a little springtime mood in this one…….....

under cloudsI wanted to be a cloud, many generations ago....

Dungaree BluesFeeling a little nostalgic for the 1960's..........

I Wish to be childWish to be fitter ... 10-year-old butter I'm just a magnet! I have a little butter in the thought ... I want to go out on the storm night ... Tho...

An artificail beautiful lady every man wantsAncient Fairytale and belief...

YET INSPIREDFrank Zappa once said, "It's a drag being rejected." True. But to me, interpreting our world differently than most is evidence that we're on a more en...

Oh How I Loved Her; Hillbilly MusingGreat memories from my youth in Almost Heaven, West Virginia. My Sweet Hillbilly Girl, the Lord took her, way too soon. The reference to "Mini Thin"...

Daniel'sPoemFor Daniel "Why do you stripes in you forehead, Mommy? Are you old?" Not old But not so young that I cannot see the world contracting...