Last Commented Childhood Poems (358)

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...

Christmaschristmas...

Paperboys dayMemories of Youth...

June 2018Not so good at punctuation just saying how if we are open in our hearts like a flower opens to the sun it's like our mind can enter that portal back i...

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...

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....

In Search of Jack FrostAs a child I looked for Jack Frost with my parents so this is in Christmas remembrance....

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...

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...

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

NOBBYThis is a true account of my brother's homicide in 1990 I have performed this poem for performance poetry In Donegal, Tyrone and Fermanagh and it h...

The TreeKeeps happening This thing called change...

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

Mom didn't die todayThis was a day in my life when I was about 10 years old....

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...

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…….....

Eyes of a Country GirlThere is much to be said about life growing up and living on a small farm in a small town....

A Child's ChristmasMerry Christmas and a Happy New Year to all CS folks! Please remember the Children!...

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"...

Brown eyesMirror mirror What do I see Who is that sad girl looking at me As I look at her I cry Something inside me has died Those sad little brown eyes...

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...

Garage Sales and GossipThis information about my family wasn't pleasant to hear, woke me up this morning along with the daily dread of going to a bad job. At least the frie...