Most Commented Childhood Poems (355)

Hey mom and dad.
I
Love
You.
But I wonder
If you,
Love
Me too?
Then,why do you scream
And shout at me
The way you
Always do?

Don't you know
That I can listen
Exactly like you
Want?
But I don't understand
Anything at all,
When you rage
And rant.

You poke your fingers
Between my chest,
And push me till
I fall,
I start to cry and
Put up my arms,
And shield myself
From your
Blows.

And when you've finished venting
Your rage,
You look at me
In disgust,
And say,hey girl,
Stop crying like a wuss
get up and
Wipe that blood..

So up I get and do what I'm told,
But I don't understand,
Why a seven year old,
A little child,
Needs to be all grown
Up
And act like a man.

Alone in my room,
I hug my knees,
Wishing I was dead.
knowing that tomorrow
And forever and forever
I will again be smacked
On my head.

And mommy you just silently watch,,
When he harms
me,
No hugs, no kisses, no are you ok?
I feel like you hate me,

So one day when I'm older, when I'm big and strong,
I'm gonna tell
You,
mom, your just as
Guilty
You too did me
wrong.


But I still love you.

I could hear my own footsteps as i walked into the room
A large man standing cloaked by his black leather jacket
Gathering possessions,a suitcase a step from his silhouette
Who was this man what was he doing in my house i asked myself

He turned like the wind startlingly me to tears
Where are you going! i shouted in distress
My tears poured as if from the deepest ocean
Can i go with you, can i go with you
I beseech you il behave i promise

He stared at me with despairing eyes
The sound of the zipper sent chills down my spine
The seconds felt like minutes, like hours as he walked out the door
Are you coming back i screamed.. my last four words
No was the answer i sat there and cried.

Far far away there was a child,
She was a Angel but was born in a place so wild.

She was very young may be seven or eight,
But she didnt knew what was written in her fate.

She loved to eat choclates she loved to play with her friends,
Her love for her parents really had no ends.

She was good in studies she was very smart,
To become a doctor was her dream from the start.

She used to play in open ground right in front of her house,
She used to play hide and seek she used to play cat and mouse.

Oneday her parents left her at home in day light,
They did not come back even when it was late in night.

she got bored at home so she went to the ground,
she was alone that time no one was around.

she just played there without any care,
but she was wrong they say cause someone was there.

He was a human but had devils mind,
he came close to that girl and caught her from behind.

The girl tried to escape she even tried to shout,
But he hold her in his grip and with hands closed her mouth.

What he was doing was totaly against the law,
But he knew he wouldnt be caught as all this no one saw.

He tied the girl and put her in his car,
He left that ground and took her very far.

When the girls parents reached home she couldnt be found,
They searched for her everywhere they searched all around.

The mother cried a lot she allmost died of pain,
As her daughter couldnt be found all the search went in vain.

That man took the girl to a city of gold,
To someone there for a few bucks the girl he sold.

This place is worse than hell as its a red light,
Here that girl was abused day and night.

Everyday animals come and feast her inside a cage,
They dont care how she came here they dont even care her age.

5 years have passed now the girl has grown,
Still waiting for her parents to come and take her home.

Her mother still waits for her girl who couldnt be found,
She still waits for her daughter at the same ground.

How can we as human beings to this to one another,
How can we steal a child from her only mother.

She is old enough now to be in 9th grade,
But what is her crime that she is forced into flesh trade.

Her pain is deeper than any other human wound,
She waits for her next customer,
When she should have been playing at the ground..

There's always gonna be a breeze on the sea to blow us,
And if your boat breaks down,
Your dad's tug boat can tow us,

You can't say, that it's never gonna rain today,
Because you know skies change,
We'll dig deep where we land
and what we find, We'll keep,

We might find a secret bay, or find a hidden way through our houses,
Sing at the top of our lungs,
Until your dad comes and shouts us,

If you stay, it's always gonna be this way,
But we both know things change,
You can't say, that you're never gonna go away
because you will, Someday,

I'll be whatever you say I am,
I'll do whatever you say I can,
I can't explain myself,

We hang about, while they clear out your house with boxes,
We play make believe,
And say you won't leave when your car does,

You can't say, that you'll see me again someday,
Because in your heart you know,
That where you land
is so very far away, From where I stand.

Through a neverending time when you would.
You could swim in clouds of white.
buried in the snow outside youl find.
Winter is here for a time.
Im sitting on a dream come true.
Floating in the sky like a fool.
But as happy as a man can be.
With a life made just for me.
In winter snow falls on my face.
So much laughter and tears of embrace.
Rain and ice and so much life.
Ready to take me back to a time.
When winter was our only cure.
Breathe in its a winter so pure.

THE EVIDENCE OF GHOSTS

I was four years big
and I thought the world was in chorus
just for me.
~My father told me
and I believed.

It was on one of those apple-green days
that my Daddy bent and kissed me on the cheek
and took a sharp left
right out of New Jersey
and headed west for my Auntie's house
to the vanishing land called 'o-high-o'
though I did not calculate her
in the sudden and absolute
hush of the world.

Twenty years after or so
when I was about a century old,
immersed in my Raphael-visions
freezing the world with my paints and my ink,
and rescuing everyone else to feel safe;
Mama once said,
(more than less a hundred times)
'when your heart is thick in the handshake
of Love, you may think
this one's the razor-red truest
but men come and go
and love may escape your heart.'

'It is your children alone
that become the legends of your life;
Though they may tip your world high and low,
they will never
escape the circle of your heart.
It is men that come and go.'

My mother told me
and I believed.
But Daddy, it was you
who showed the way.

I am the king of the unwanted
That is the name I gave to me
I have everything that I need
With the broken promises you made to me

I am the king of waiting alone
The front porch step has become my throne
Where I wait for you patiently
Since you promised you would come back for me

And you lie for what you lack
Gave me the world only to take it back
And you lie for what you lack
I still feel my heart but only where it's cracked

I am the king of the left behind
Search for hours and all you'll find
In my kingdom there's no one else
Because you don't love me more than you love yourself

And you lie for what you lack
Your the reason my heart turned black
And you lie for what you lack
Took my heart away and you can never have it back

Thinking about my past.
I would change everything.


We were so innocent... Was sacrifice the price we payed?
Back then we used to think eighteen was our magic number.


Just as children should we thought about swingsets and hide n seek.
Trying so hard to forget it all, we would long to grow up..


We would of course, So much faster than I would have ever thought.
Mistakes behind us and more to come.


Love may have past us or maybe it's up ahead.
We won't realize a thing.


It's such a shame we wasted nearly twenty years dreaming and not realizing it all.
If I could go back..If we all could go back.



We would change our past.
Everything.

They say she whacked off her hair
And crammed on a hat,
Dressed like a man,
Cussed and chewed,
Married her hired hands
So she wouldn't have to pay 'em any wages,
Told 'em if they wanted smokes and booze
To get off their butts
And trap for cash.

When they left, fed up,
She just married another,
Outliving them all
Until she dropped dead
Of a heart attack
In front of the old wood range
While building biscuits.

Thirty years later
I still felt her presence
Coming down the stairs
Into the cold kitchen;
I'd light the lamp quickly
And save the single match
To fire up paper and kindling
Carefully set in the stove.

"Move over, Madge,"I'd whisper,
"Gonna have pancakes today."

At night her old homestead
House creaked and groaned,
Keeping company with the wild
Roar of the wide glacial river.
Every spring her crocus
And narcissus bloomed bright
Beneath the south-face windows.

So far from town, no one
Close enough to call or visit,
I found myself talking to her
When I was alone.

"Keep the fire goin' Madge,
I'm gonna shovel snow."

A babe is born naked and pure,
A blank slate of infinite promise.
From his arrival into our world,
We teach and preach and tutor.
We define all his limitations;
Educating him in all that cannot be,
Finding and sorting and showcasing his faults.
We bless him with our dysfunctions,
Teach him our skillful conflict resolution
And chip away tirelessly at the magic.
We clip his wings and hold back things
And mold him, forming him, shaping him,
making him, glazing him and baking him,
Hardening him into what is proper and good
And we do it all with love.