Most Commented Childhood Poems (355)

What? No! that can not be! Where else could I be but here with you, and you tell me that "you are not my mother? I know no other person, I called no other person momma but you? What? Why she never gave me hugs, or kisses. Why? She said that no one could ever love me? Then and only then, when I was young, fragile I thought those words were true, but I also knew that, "God loves me." Words, words hurt. She told me, "You were brought here to pay the house note." "You have no people." You don't have a pot to pee in or a window to throw it out of" You are no good". I wanted to be a ballet dancer, but I was told "No blacks are allowed to dance." I wanted to be an artist, but I was told "No blacks can live on drawing". I wanted to join the Navy, but I was told, "only whores and prostitutes are in the service." I listened, and believed because she was a catholic and she went to church and she said her rosary. I believed that: I was no good. But I wondered how was I no good? What had I done. I was sentenced to this life of doom. Her grandchildren who were my age would come over for dinner. I could not eat with them. I had to wait. Then when they ate all the spaghetti, I was given bread and syrup. Such a devout woman she was. Such a phony for the public. But behind closed doors she lashed out with accusations that "I was going to be no good." That "no one would ever love me". I listened, and one day, I listened in disbelief. I listened and felt sorry for her. I listened and knew that what she said was not true. I listened and knew that I would someday take control of my life's circumstances. I began to read the bible, and I listened to God's Word. I listened at last to the truth, which set me free.

The wheels of the mind move around and around
Like a ship on an ocean heading southward bound
The destination is set but the route unsure
As our minds first thoughts must be so pure.

We instill in our minds throughout our lives
The routes to travel like bees to their hives
But what we dont know is we set and distort
From a child to an adult we try to learn to sort

The lies and untruths that are said in our age
Are put their to try and protect like a cage
Parents truly beleive that they are doing their best
But it is later in life that we are put to the test.

For as we grow older and we duly find
No need for such rubbish thats stuffed in our mind
If we could only remember to sort out what we really need
Only then can we become a most peaceful breed.

Eyes shining
Love and adoration pouring
From her rapt expression
As she gazes at him
Standing or sitting he towers over her
This man, her father.
She goes to him for approval or vindication
The first man in her life she'll ever love
They are each other's gift from above.
Daddy! Daddy!
Look! Look! Can you see?
Daddy! Daddy!
See me! See me daddy looking pretty.
She is only four
Yet hands on her waist
She looks as if she knows the score...
To look him straight in the face and say...
Daddy, I love you.

I'm a miner lady tall and proud
It's my job to rile up the crowd
When we're down a goal
Here us shout
"Come on miners! Rock it out!"

I'm not a perfect Girl,my hair doesn't always stay in place i spill things a lot i'm very clumsy sometimes i have a broken heart new friends and even somtimes fight maybe some days nothing goes right but when i think about it & take a step back i remember now how Amazing life truly is and through all my imperfections... God still loves me

Here she is just three years old,
And loves to dance about.
She spins around on her tiny toes,
And she gets dizzy and falls to the ground.
She gets right up and wiggles her hips,
And runs about with a jump and a kick.
The little dancer has her own little style,
She made her parents laugh and smile.
When the music stops to play,
She gives a bow and walks away.
Sue Lee Hart

am i too far away from the finish line?
do u see me at night? i walk that very line
that dark, dark line.

i wanna lie with you
i wanna lose this.
street-walking? really?
is this really what its come to be?

right now, think, and be honest

do you think without the troubles
you wouldn't be who you are?
do you think without the love
time alone wouldn't seem so far?

how deep are your regrets?
are they things you won't forget?
would you change the past
just to lose the pain?
or would you carry on living
and never feel the same?

It's Saturday morning the excitement grows,
From the tips of my fingers to the tips of my toes,
Jump out of bed and run down the stair,
Avoiding my mother with the brush for my hair,
Bolt down the cornflakes place the bowl in the sink,
She asks me a question but I've no time to think,

I ask her to hurry she hands me a tin,
That's the admission, the price to get in,
Be it beans or soup or a quarter of tea,
That was the price, that was the fee,
A knock at the door, I know who'll that be,
Oh those were the days my posse and me.

We strolled down the main street with sixshooters in hand,
In our heads, the meanest gang in the land,
We handed over our bounty to a nice man called Joe,
In ye go lads we've got a great show,

The house lights were up, ah but then they went dim,
The stamping of feet, it made such a din,
On came the lone ranger with tonto his mate,
I thought he was magic, I thought he was great,
The cartoons that followed I loved most of all,
Till that's all folks, indeed that was all,

Its now forty years on, my the years they have flown,
Instead of a sixgun I now wield a phone,
Now as the lights dim and I sit in my seat,
I have to stop myself from stamping my feet.

Lookin' back through the years,
At the good and the bad,
We was really givin' it, Lord,
All that we had,

And I loved you,
Oh how I loved you!

In them West Virginia hills,
Back close to '79,
Smokin' homegrown stuff,
And sippin' dandelion wine,

And I loved you,
Oh how I loved you!

Wish I could go back,
Lord, I won't pretend,
Wish I could go back,
And do it all over again,

I was a brawny 21,
She was barely 17, Prettiest Mornin' Glory.
This mountain boy'd ever seen,


We was minin' for coal,
And diggin' ginseng,
Not a single worry,
When them churchbells rang,

We'd play all day,
Make love thru the night,
We just knew deep down,
The end was never in sight,

I got so much to say,
As I write this song,
So if you don't mind,
Please kindly follow along,

Today there's Mini Thin,
Uh rappin' them rhymes,
I tell 'ya that good 'ol boy,
Knows how to spin them times,

Way he tells his tales,
So sublime,
Gotta spin that LP baby,
Spin it one more time,

Sublimation turns,
Solid straight to gas,
Like seeing Frank Zappa,
With a backstage pass,

But I digress from,
The meaning of this song,
Makin' it too damn hard,
For you to follow along,

And I really do care,
That you get my drift,
Pie crust just ain't right,
Lessin' the flour you sift,

See I can make rhymes,
Sorta like Mini Thin,
But in a head-to-head,
That poetic hillbilly'd win,

Guess I'll end this Hillbilly Musing,
Cause it's gettin' kinda long,
And leave you to decide,
Is it a poem or a song?

All's I know it rhymes,
Darn sure easy to write,
It's what I do when,
I can't sleep at night,

Cause I loved her,
Oh how I loved her!

She loves christmas, why?, her beauty is enveloped in the childness and wonderfulness
of it all, the sound of christmas songs, the lights that light the sky, the smell of christmas cooking, and the happiness in their eye, the feeling deep inside, of wondermant she cant hide and all it come to be, is the child she wants to be! xx