Most Commented Childhood Poems (355)

Oh! What potent fate did happy childhood steal,
what sullied hate did crush young pleasures real!
Poet! Thou with powered words attend,
to quash the sordid deeds of soulless men,
wilt thou address dark loathed cruelty,
that gushes praise to odorous infelicity,
where torturous winds reap harsh howling rain
and lighting vexed that strikes with pain,
whose thunderous agony whips like daggers keen.
Cold, tremulous, shuddering voice doth evil lean
upon those serpent thoughts, what carnal ingenuity
solicit vile cancerous seed's impious obscenity,
to ulcerate virtue's natural creed of maiden shy or boy,
by mind corroded, with lust perverted joy.
Could'st nature dear, with many a cloak veneer,
insulate the child from future's shame and fear
and thereby quench the burning scars of wretched infamy
that serves the rushing blood of pale iniquity?
Enforced pale countenance and frail boyhood,
what fire will fuel the pride of adulthood?
Heir to ingenious wounds courts many a silent blush,
echoing tears that inner cry, sealed in a shameful hush,
must await! Healing wings of angelic poetry
pulsate within the victim's heart in young antiquity;
We, by honoured words more copious than its deeds,
speak of harvest that's not sown with seeds.
Best pray! One prism light, fancy full and gay,
colour the darken wrong, ignite the morn of day
with vestal serenity, on sparkling air's own harmony,
to dream love's dream with exulted ecstasy
as a flowered fragrance, to kiss the perfumed brake,
kindling embers sweet that on lover's cheek awake,
with soft sighing breath, roam as breezes free,
with naked music, innocent in all its infancy,

Alas! Granite by time hath harder riven,
vision shaped the scars of hell's own heaven,
will oft invite again bitter grief and tear,
love- lost eyes, where no bond may hold it dear.

what a memory melody trip,
backward down the forgotten road,
peeling through layers of yesteryears,
remembering our friends and school.

what a trip down memory lane,
kids we fought and enemies made,
teachers yelling loud for our attention,
if only these Damm memories stayed.


what a waste to try and remember,
the girl I miss to ask for a kiss,
a game I should have won but lost,
and my buddies of school days are gone forever.

Growing up in the 60's what I remember most of all,softball games ,cracker jax,staying out till mom would call.

So many kids in the neighborhood, we'd all come out to play..hop scotch, kickball,hide and seek we'd be at it all the day!!

Chasing down the ice cream man, how excited we would be..you'd think that it was christmass with gifts under the tree.

We were never in the house for long, except to sleep and eat..if very good dad let us stay out late..oh what a treat!

Summertime was at the beach, the sun,and sand, and waves..building castles in the sand is how we spent those days.

Frozen milky ways on a stick,snow cones if you like..airplanes flying over head..and people flying kites.

We had no worries,it was safe, we'd ride our bikes all day..mom din't worry that someone would grab us..she knew we were out to play.

Picnics with the neighbors,and swimming at the lake..hot dogs, hamburgers on the grill and watermelon for goodness sake!!

I remember building tree forts, the girls against the boys..when all was said and done we filled them with our toys.

Running after fire flies late at night from our front grass..all the kids would gather there it was such a blast.

Lemonade and Bazooka, in cherry and in grape..kids today would laugh at this..but we though it was great!!

Drive in movies were so exciting, we'd pile in the car..wearing our pajamas..and looking at the stars.

We would always fall asleep in the car as dad drove home..he'd carry us in one by one..mom would help him some.

In the winter we would ice skate at the local park,the smell of fire burning..and red embers to see when it got dark.

We would lace our skates up good and tight so our ankles dont cave in..I would fall down and get up..and do it all over again.

Christmas time we believed in Santa, and were sure to be real good..for we knew that-sometime christmass eve he'd be in the neighborhood.

Hip hugger jeans, and peasant top, and click clacks were so cool,we dreaded when summer ended and we were back in school.

I remember when Dr. pepper was new, and also Doritos chips..these were a big deal we had nothing before that was quite like this..

how can we forget the television, we had to turn the dial,carol Burnett the little rascals, and the honeymooners to make us smile.

The family together on Sunday night , the ED Sullivan show was on TV...Dad would let us stay up for that cute little mouse to see.

Off to bed by eight o'clock, in the summer it was still light..Sue and I would never sleep..we would stay up and fight.

This was a great place to grow up in this neighborhood of mine..All the memories stored in my head..I just need to rewind.

I thank my parents ,and my God for giving this to me..friends and fun and plenty of love from all my family..

switched into the voiceless, helpless abyss
Is there no one to talk to out here?
can anyone here my frustration at this?
I know I am "very important to us" but
can we talk...like "h.e.l.l.o."

"how are things going today?...want come coffee?"
"how's that shoulder feeling these days?"
"so tell me, what can I do for you?"

beep..."to review your message
press 1,
if your satisfied with your message
press 2,

if you'd like to go back to childhood
and rethink the whole thing whilst
catching fireflies on some June-night field,
well, just hang up, go to the pantry and find
an old mayonnaise jar and a Bic pen and
punch holes in the top and tear some of that
sweet grass with your loamy fingers and
stuff it in, then run the field casting
palms to the sky in supplication,
gazing at all those stars out above
amazed at what a great thing it is...
to be here...

but I digress"...
"if you'd like to re-record your message
press 3..."

© agoodguy2have 2011-07-28

Sitting on the back porch
legs swinging back and forth
Quiet little voice whispers...
A little bitty castle,
A little bitty moat...
WHOOSH!

Soft giggles,
Smile wreath his face
Quiet little voice whispers...
A little bitty puppy,
A little bitty house...
WHOOSH!

Hands clapping, loud laughter
Running round the yard,
In her little sundress,
WHOOSH!

What are you doing my two?
Making wishes with the fairies...
Want to blow some bubbles too?
WHOOSH!

He balances himself on that
narrow limb as the creek
rushes beneath his feet
He's a warrior in this mighty
jungle and who knows what
foes he'll meet
He steps lightly among the rocks
and trees his slingshot ever to
the ready
With X-Ray vision and the stealth
of a cat his foot is sure and steady
A Ninja warrior lurks about and a
dagger may claim the day
He'll make no sound and snap no
twig as he inches along his way
But suddenly a shadow darts among
the trees and he loads his slingshot
for the kill
Proudly he stands over his conquered
foe and every bit of it was for the
thrill

The world as we know it will soon be exchanged...
Replaced with a world that's so beautifully arranged...
Estranged they were lost, their parents deranged...
Yet found themselves willing to change...

The purest of heart they're unwilling to fight...
Resistance of hate is their purest delight...
Soon there will be no more wars or contentions...
Just give them the proper attention....

walls were seasoned with years of family banquet
air stirring with echos of times spent happily
dust settled heavily as to cake moments forever
windows not hiding the fact that we did live there

Of all an empty space we are




we still swing to our own



Marupo

Got nothin' to say, and I'm sayin' it now,Just toss me a pen and I'll show ya how, I fiddle and scribble, the whole day through..reeking havoc in class the way I do..I disrupt my class on a daily basis,Just to watch the looks on those tortured faces,Who voted me the one most likely to fail,To spend 99 years in the county jail,And my teacher, poor thing, such dedication!,since they tripled her dose of medication, In time I'd be silenced by divine intervention,She assures me in sobs to pitiful to mention,Yes, I'm Johnny be good in your wildest dreams,And you never know what tomorrow brings, I might stay home,or I could drag in late,But whichever I choose is a dreadful fate, For the class, the school, and the public at large,Who humbly kneel to Johnny in charge!