Most Commented Childhood Poems (355)

Even the bees are muted and the birds too ......stunned into silence by the burning sun........I'm glad to be alive to feel it .......on my skin and in my heart .. ..open now like a flower unfurling ......I allow myself to see time ,long past .........summers ,full of swallows ,fragrant hay of mostly meadowsweet ..............Im wearing that blue striped favourite frock....... .in a sunny photograph, we're gathered ,wooden rakes on our shoulders ........our shy smiles sunburnt faces from the 70s ......I'm there now hearing the murmur .......of low voicesand quiet ways.......I found violets beneath the hedge.. such joy in discovery......my garden today homes wayward violets harts tongue ferns .....beneath trees and planted rose bushes .....that summer childhood has returned.....through the unfurled flower of my heart .

Just how great is my valley of peace
All safety tucked away from all harm
Where white lambs grow pure fleece
And rainbows are like a lucky charm
She was born like an angel on wings
Soaring amongst clouds that drift by
Innocent as a young child she swings
Under her grandmother's watchful eye
Life in a countryside is more informal
Is much slower and also more truthful
Living a good life that ain't so abnormal
And regardless of age is more youthful
When she visits the city she's amazed
As loud as all the fashion and glamour
Life back home on the farm be praised
We sure do alright without such clamor

All her life
She has only one dream
To reach the sky
Jump as high as she can
Fly wherever she desires
Be whatever she wants
She only has one thing to remember
It is when she can feel the ground then she would be able to jump

War through a teenagers eyes.

Now so many years later i close my eyes.
I smell the man i lost so long ago,
The paint and thinners he used to wash his hands,(he was a sign writer), the smoke and rich tobacco that always was him,
His hug was soft and strong.

The shirt and pants always smeared with greese and paint, he was always fixing or creating something:-) and he always had time to show us.

And then, that Man was in a starched shirt and smart pants, his jacket was ironed and perfect, the cuffs so smart, and his hug was suddenly not so soft, the cloths were to ruff and formal.

He had to leave us and he suddenly had no time, they took him away and gave him back for such short times.

Then one day, two men dressed just like him came, they looked the same, the cuffs were just as perfect.

They came to say they would not be sending him back,
They took him and his hugs, his smell and they never gave him back.

I still smell him in the air like now, but i miss his hugs.

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WE WERE ALL THERE AT ONE TIME! ALWAYS READY FOR SOME GOOD CHATTER; TALKING ABOUT SUBJECTS THAT WOULD NEVER MATTER!THE ATMOSPHERE ON THE BUS SOUNDED LIKE A HEN ROOST! I COULDNT WAIT FOR THE RIDE TO END; SO I COULD GIVE MY EARS, A GOOD BOOST! I REALLY LOVED MY YEARS IN SCHOOL; AND ALWAYS LIVED BY THE GOLDEN RULE! YOUR SCHOOL DAYS ARE REALLY THE BEST YEARS OF ANYONE"S LIFE; WHERE EACH DAY WAS FULL OF CAREFREE TIMES; AND NEVER AN OUNCE OF STRIFE!

When I was little
My Grandpa wrestled bears
Every Sunday
Out in the woods
Behind the small house
He built for us

At least
That's what he told me
And I believed him
For many years
Even after
I had figured him out

captive childhood imagination the sight of a centaur an thought of pegasis where'd they exist, a faun a troll winged dragon in flight, page by page it's child's mind delight, in awe of the unicorn up on hind's flowing mane, folklore an legend's centuries old, on the edge of the seat listening while storie's be told.

Hey little child, let me hold
You near,
Close to me, because of your fears.

let me kiss those tears, that are caused by
Pain,
Not by your weakness, wrongdoings or
Shame.

Those, the adults, that should have stood by
You,
Are the ones to blame,
Never,ever,
You.

They should have protected you, when you was weak and small,
Instead they neglected you, which made you
Fall.

So don't blame yourself little child,
For I understand you and am your guide.

To tell you that you too can regain,
Something that was taken from you, through torture and pain.

Let me kiss those tears,
From your beautiful
Eyes,
And let you know that, you can finally
Sigh.


A sigh of relief.

Be free.

Alone she sits in her cold
Freezing room

Wondering to herself what she now should do

She stares at her doll,
That is naked and bare

And gets a pair of scissors, and cuts off its long beautiful hair

She pokes the dolls eyes out
And scribbles on its face
stabbing its body, out of pure hate

But she doesn't cry, lest anyone asks

Hey little girl, what are the secrets you have to mask?

Shhh she says, to the mutilated doll, don't shed one tear

For if you tell anyone I will hurt you more, and you will have, oh so much more to fear

so be strong my little doll, just for me

Because I all on my own always have to be



She hears footsteps coming and climbs into her freezing cold bed

Feeling even colder, as the bedroom door opens wide

Now Wishing and praying, that she was dead