Most Commented Childhood Poems (355)

When I leave this Earth that I have walked upon...
Will I be glad or sad I'm gone?...
If there's a chance to return again...
Dare I come back?.....God knows I've sinned...

The bitter salts of this cursed Earth...
Taste sweet to children tricked since birth...
Sour things seemed sweet to me...
Such things I never knew would hurt...

Ice isn't warm, cold cannot heat...
You won't get tricked, get tricked like me...
I'll look for you in Earth's worst times...
Tell you the truth.....salt isn't sweet.....

My eyes are brown not blue

They may not be an ocean or a lake to swim in.

But they show my soul is down to earth

Though blue can be exciting and true

My eyes are brown not blue.

He must have been about a hundred
well we reckoned he was, me and Jim-Bob
when we seen him there
standing in the swishing grass
'neath the snow-caps
all wintered in
so we up and ask him, whats up old fella?
but he just stands there staring
staring like a hundred year old horse would
when faced with fools in a field
but we never known it

I mistook a tree
For a flower
It looked the same
Acted the same
Was the same
But then I realised
It was a butterfly
And smiled

The brain is the body’s power source for the mind
While used on a regular basis daily for either good or evil
It is never challenged when children are born to the
World, at that point it is looked upon God’s gift to
The parents. As time advances we discover the child’s
Full potential as the mind tends to decide whether the
Child has developed all that can be learnt by education
From schooling and the arts, sometimes the child becomes
A genius or may take a darker path of criminal activity.
This is were the mind enters this scenario. The child must
Realise by using the treasures of his mind the world will be
A better place for all. Choosing a career in medicine may be
One option healing the sick, another might become a teacher
Educating the next generation of children, all of this the mind
Will assist with inspiration and intelligence.
Then we have to view life as another child would envision.
The world could represent a different and eerie view of horror
Turning his back on society, may become a dictator as we have
Witnessed in our past centuries, using the mind to seek war
For personal profits, hurting families and friends, who knows
What damage will prevail. The outcome rests with our future
Families whether they choose a peaceful existence or war
Which no one will profit from. The treasure of the mind is there
To be used for the benefit of mankind, it must never be used
For man’s downfall.

John Ginesi (Author)
(c) 17/10/22

Oh Nobby I am so sorry

That you were born to be a boy

To be toughened up

For my parents to destroy

 

Punch after punch Blow after blow

From a boxer in the army

Daddy beat you up

Into an emotional Tsunami



So when you grew up

You flipped your wig

Beating up everyone

You felt really big

 

Your wife and three daughters

Had to go into hiding

Yet her dad was the only one

She could confide in

 

Bashing on his door

Shouting “where’s my fu*king wife"

Threatening the old man

With a petrol chainsaw knife

 

 
Smashing up his van

By ramming yours into his

Terrifying the neighbours

And your own kids

 

The hatred that was in you

Wouldn’t allow you any peace

Until your father-in-law

Lifted the shotgun

And the double barrel he released



He blew away your head

While you were rolling a cigarette

Outside a London police station

Without a single regret

 

He received two years sentence

Cus he was provoked beyond all doubt

I visited him in prison

With cigarette papers and some snout

 

I just wanted to hear his story

Letting him know I bare no grudge

To bring him my forgiveness

As God is the only judge

 

He may have pulled the trigger

Of that double barrelled gun

Yet who loaded the ammunition?

Yes my dad and my mum

Sitting on the gate with Rose
waiting for the boys
Where are those lads with scruffy clothes
still playing with their toys.

Here comes Jimmy swaggering
catapult in hand
He's wondering what Bill and George
have deviously planned.

Jumping down we greet our pal
as other boys join in
Hopping with excitement now
making such a din.

Down the lane we tumble
what mischief shall we plan
Scrumping in the orchard
on Farmer Giles land.

A butterfly with outstretched wings
warms up in the morning sun
Wonder where he goes at night
when the day is done.

Let's make a camp in yonder wood
play hide and seek and track
I'd love to be alone in there
with Jimmy's brother Jack.

How time has flown since first we met
down by the garden gate
My own young one's now take my place
as down the path they wait.

There is still a chill in the air
Smell our clothes hanging bare
Out on the clothesline again
The frost still in the ground
When first showers of vernal rain
Making puddles in the street
Waiting for the sound of little feet
Tramping and stomping along
Sounds made louder by the slush
Nearby a shrinking pile of snow
Hear the laughter and pure joy
First dandelions made into a chain
A child’s smiles…. triumphantly
Splashing along as she goes
The songbirds first melody
Comes on the rising whips of fog
Stillness drifts o'er the orchard
Passed along all these lost thoughts
Buried in time just like among these
And all our memories also planted
Like seeds in our consciousness
Waiting patiently while love will grow
Waiting all this time to take us home

Here lies a locked Door
For some to see
Only people
With knowledge of the Key

When life gives you more than enough chances, be wise enough not to make more than enough choices....Life is great but yet cunning