Most Commented Childhood Poems (355)

Have you ever felt soft and surrendered
Dropped your guard and gone
Back to where you were raised?

Felt your daydream pour on you
Like warm spring rain?
'Til your childhood home
Showed through the haze?

Found yourself horseback with Dad and Papaw
Heaven's sake, you were just a kid

The day's work behind
Now Mom's supper in view,
Can you just taste it, 'cause ya'll I just did.

Disappeared in the spell of Mom's kitchen
Fresh bread baking, and flour in her hair
Roast beef filling the oven, smelling for miles,
If your journey's like mine, we're both there.

She raised near everything, cucumbers and corn
Tomatoes, strawberries, peas and beans
No holding back when feeding her crew,
Enough for an army, know what I mean?

After supper there'd be pie and coffee
Homemade ice cream for kids and Mamaw
We'd all race to the porch just to listen,
About wild country Papaw once saw.

Easy ride, if you let your thoughts roam
Back to your family, good food and great times
To that special place,
We all just call HOME.

time for school to start
buses letting children out
slowly children go

Don't you wish you were a kid again?
Playing outside in the late afternoons,
Waiting for mama to fix supper.
Not defrosting frozen dinner meals.

Don't you wish you were a kid again?
Digging in the dirt looking
For treasures that were gold or copper.
Not getting dirty hands
Because of work.

Don't you wish you were a kid again?
Running around in circles,
And no one thinking you were crazy.
Not feeling as if you do to many things
At one time going in circles.

Don't you wish you were a kid again?
Chasing friends and butterflies
Making silly faces. laughing hard
Not being chased by bill collectors.

Don't you wish you were a kid again?
Having mama fix you skinned knees.
Not having someone fix your broken heart.

Don't you wish you were a kid again?
Playing games from dawn to dusk
Not having any worries in the world
Not having RESPONSIBILITIES....
That is what it means to miss
Being a kid again and just wishing....

dream little ones dream let happy days show the way let innocence stay just a little longer you are the heart of the world children oh children from all parts of life stay young and let the happy sunshine in you are the hope of are time newborn to one hundred and fifty children oh children you are the heartbeat of life

There was once a child,
With a heart so mild.
She was carefree, happy and gay
All day long she would play.

"come help with the dishes"
mother would say,
"Clean up your room,"
Mother would give a broom.

The child grew up,young and pretty.
She would see mother toiling at home.
To help her, she wouldn't think,
To read a story, she would aim.

The child got married, a mother she became,
"Come help with the work,"
She would call out,
To the children now big and stout.

She'd get wild, they would not hear
She'd shout, they did not fear
Then she sat, on a stool,
Her memories as warm as wool.

She remembered the times
Her mother's voice chimed
How she must have needed,
The help, the child avoided

"Oh mama, now I know," she whispered,
It is so late now she knows,
she walked back to her tasks,
She knew she must toil

In this rat race, little do we know
we must endure similar encounters
of people whose pleas, we have not
heeded, we have ignored.

Our relationship has always been rocky
sometimes I felt you hated me,
controlled by mixed emotions
was this the way it would always be?

Years went by without a kind gesture
all I wanted was to make you proud,
while hidden behind fear I trembled
my ears heard your voice oh so loud.

Escape seemed to be my only salvation
I ran directly to someone else’s arms,
I replaced you with yet another imposter
once again a victim placed within harm.

I’m not sure how to break the cycle
seems this is all I have ever known,
scared to run for fear of the danger
stifled by insecure feelings now of my own.

I know I can run but I can no longer hide
from the anguish that thrives deep inside,
placed there during a childhood of trauma
I now hide it well in order to survive.

There must be somewhere I can find tranquility
though I’ve heard we reap from the seeds that we’ve sown,
a conscience decision to move past a life of repetition
while reclaiming an identity that I have never known.


LynnC1955

There she stood
Slim tall and proud
Her deep smile
Could utter a crowd
She raised her arms
And looked around
Then down she went
In a single bound
When she submerged
With peirceing brown eyes
Focused on me
I had to say hi
She walked up to me
About to say hi
Then turned and left
Without a goodbye
An unforgetable moment
Never lost with time
She's with me forever
Forever's just fine
I wonder now
With the same sensation
Was she real
Or my imagination

I lay here alone with a wondering soul
I open my eyes, to a big black hole
Can anyone here me wanting and needing
Like a baby I cry, like missing a feeding

My views change, from time to time
On how people treat life like an ongoing crime
The fear is high and the expectation is low
How can I look around and mentally grow

I love to watch a small child smile
But know whats around that, is nothing but vile
This seems to be the world we are in
Full of murder and change, and cold blooded sin

I want to take these thoughts and remember that smile
And look up at the clouds, with hope for a while
Because despite the bad and messed up ways
I must look deeper and deeper, to live my days

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Sitting down, beside the fire,
She saw the storm clouds, grow,
So, picked up between her fingers,
A thread of frost, and snow.

One thread of rain, and hale,
A thread of thunders boom,
And to finish off, her creation,
A thread of lightenings glow.

Together, she weaved the storm,
Into a small, and patchy blanket.
A thread of arctic winds, she used,
To tightly fix the edges.

Then, she wrapped it round her baby,
and standing back, admired,
Her creation, of a stormy night,
Which, she alone, conspired.

I had a dream
When I was small
I’d watch it play out
Against the wall

Though he came
As if a stranger
There never was
A lasting danger

Excitement then
He did invoke
And when he left
My heart was broke

The dreams they left
With childish pace
No more did I set
My eyes on his face

Now I’m grown
Those years long gone
Wisdom replaces
Fantasies of young

But in the dark
I lie down and smile
And dream of him
For a little while

My mind is open
My body awake
I give in to the touch
It’s his to take

So is it a dream
When touch is real
This tenderness
He makes me feel

Fantasy or Real
This man of the dark
I’ll see him again
In dreams I embark