Most Commented Childhood Poems (355)

A little girl so alone in a world
a magic friend comes into her life
now they will never be parted
now they are best friends forever
Jasmine and the magic puff ball
together they will change the world never wanting darkness again
Trust me trust me darlin
now is do or die
tremins around
he'll always be found
but with a simple wish they knock back into the shadows
of your heart
Jasmine and tinkie there till the end
never before has there been such good friends

For my biological mother
sent me to men to make
money you see.
That was the way it
was back then for me.
I was only a child
of four or five yrs.
but i remember it as
if it was yesterday.
She told me that was
just the way it was
always going to be
for M E .
The men they touched
me in each and every
place then they sent me
on my way.
No body cared that i
cried my mother told
me i never should of
been B O R N i
should of D I E D.
She told me that from
drunk blood shot eye.
If i made a scene she
would get real mean.
She would beat on me
for i was bother to her.
I was a mistake from
the begin to end.
Now i know that was
not true i was here
and i was not going
to just disappear.

As I see the door fridge open,
I run and hop with glee,
Mum has opened the door of that fridge for me

She goes to the cupboard,and open's the press for me,
and out pops that shiny spoon as my eye's light up with glee

She pull's off the lid carefully,just for little me,
as I sit down beside her,I can't wait to get stuck in quickly

For I am all yoghurt now,sticky as can be,but I can wear a big Yoghurt smile for the whole wide world to see.

You raise them up,
then they run away
and shout at you from a distance.

Forgetting how you held them
close and marveled at the fact
you were so blessed.

Giving them your all
and now browbeating is an art
aimed at you.

What happened to all
the good my child,
was I only dreaming- no not I.

Forever you are captured
in my heart despite your false
and hurtful wailing.

The stones you throw
may sting and bruise,
but cannot change what is within.

A true mother loves
despite the storms that pelt away
at time.

Forever you'll be
in my heart-forever you'll
be mine.

been stuck inside for days
it's raining cats and dogs
no fun in here i says
just joy for all the frogs

i grab my sis and out we head
paddle pop sticks in our hand
getting wet our clothes are lead
but fun is all we plan

to the corner of the street
one house away mind you
where the hill and flat meet
laughing as we do

up we walk a little way
the gutters roaring fast
set our sticks into play
to see who would come last......

Co-oooo-CO
soft the song of the morning dove
gathering twigs in quiet grove
to weave a nest where eggs will rest
placing each in way that's best
round and round each to wind
tell a nicer home you could not find

Co-oooo-Co
soft the song of the morning dove
warming eggs with body's stove
wings nestled down all through the night
tell a day in warm sunlight
chicks begin in eggs to scratch
and one by one each to hatch

Co-oooo-Co
soft the song of the morning dove
cooing to her children sounds of love
nestled in their blankets sleep
tell one lets out a joyous cheep
then all together gather round
singing in their nest above the ground

Co-oooo-Co
soft the song of the morning dove
the day she greets each with a little shove
and one by one each must fly
on their own in the blue spring sky
for each must grow strong and smart
and learn to soar like a dart
but there in each and every heart

Co-oooo-Co Co-oooo-Co
will play the song that mother liked to sing
and one day to their own children bring
when nestled safely under wing

cat's eyes wide at the sight of mouse
ascamper in play outside of the house
'this squeaking dart would make a fine dinner
I'll bide my time, and purr to befriend her'
charade of cool kitty was tenuous at best
unknown, on high watching, was owl in her nest

meanwhile, teathered, on the far side of the yard
big dog was grousing, 'this staying put is hard!'
'oh if I could just get free, I'd chase that cat around'
'and if my teeth should catch her, grind her into the ground'

under such pressure, then, dog's rusty tie snapped
surprising himself, plus, woke kitty's catnap
frightening the mouse, who took off in a run
now a startling new chain of events had begun

mouse's trust of cat might prove it's undoing
for quickly behind her, the cat was pursuing
tiny mouselegs pumping, as hard as they could
fearing her end may not end up so good

but dog was now almost on top of the cat
hard pounding in chase, mass slobbering fat
kitty shrieked, then sprinted around the house
yet she was still doggedly, after the mouse

no pace of prominade nor steps of stealth
a scairdy cat now, afraid for it's health
as dog gained on the cat, and cat gained on the mouse
arose noisy whoosh from on high by the house

just when mousie feared to be trapped in cat's paws
an owl lifted mouse up safely within her claws
they perched on a limb, eyes turned to the ground
watching dog chasing cat, around and around

but tweren't a surprise what hoot had done
for they had been fellows when they were young
when out of nest, young owlet plunged
nourished with fluorish from mousie's tongue
and now, 'last allowed to repay for such care'
her wing now protecting friend mouse sitting there

they bubbled and bounced, their laughter out loud
said owl 'that darn cat's no longer so proud'
'struggling to keep reach out of doggy's print paws'
'and safe from the bite of that mean old cur's jaw'

I Did It My Way

I often do things my way
some times getting into trouble
especially when I was younger
the rules were there for breaking

A real scourge when at school
my teachers often despaired
boarding school was not fun
except for secret midnight rides

Even now I still go my way
although staying with in the law
my dad says I have my own way
of doing things, he is quite right

I just refuse to be a sheep
blindly following the others
if it does not make sense
then I always go my own way

WE MET, WHEN YOU WERE FIVE, AND I WAS SIX! WE ENGAGED IN GAMES OF PICK UP STIX! THEN YOU ENROLLED, IN ACTING SCHOOL; WHILE I REMAINED, THE ETERNAL FOOL! THEN, ONE DAY, YOU BECAME A STAR; AND I WAS FORCED TO WORSHIP FROM AFAR! I MADE UP MY MIND TO ENROLL IN ACTING SCHOOL! SHORTLY, AFTER, I ACHIEVED GREATNESS; NOW, I'M NO ONES FOOL! WE MET, AT LAST; EACH ONE, A STAR; NOW, I'LL NO LONGER WORSHIP, FROM AFAR!

My nanna used to bring me to Blackpool beach,

I was her favourite little peach.


I remember that day as clear as the polar bears in Iceland,


As I was sitting on the donkey his footprints in the sand,

I heard a yell so I looked behind me

What did I see,

My nanna laughing hysterically on her cushioned bum,

The hired out deck chair had come undone,

Oh I loved those days with my nanna

Under the Blackpool sun.

My memory's of a hired out deck chair,


And my lovely nanna .


Your not forgotten.