Most Commented Childhood Poems (355)

Innocence,
What a beautiful gift.
It can never be destroyed.

I lost mine a long time ago.

Or so I thought.

But I found it again.

It was within me all this time,
One of my bestest friends.
Helping me to believe in goodness,
Till the bitter end.

I awoke and finally understood,
That the best things in life are free,
The laughter of a child, the morning sun,
A majestic old oak tree.

My innocence and freedom,
Are so very precious,
Worth so much more than gold,
It is something that I treasure deeply
And in my heart I hold.

Look deep inside and you will find,
The little child in you,
Learn to love this innocent child,
The way you were always meant to do.

Red chewy licorice vines,
Pink sticky bubble gum,
Dark chocolate candy bar,
Multi-colored sno-cones.

Icy cold lemonade,
Sticky sweet popcorn balls,
Pulling stretchy taffy,
Toffee hard as nails.

Hot summer lazy days,
Swinging in the hammock,
Running through the sprinkler,
Water balloon fights.

Singing by the campfire,
Slapping itchy mosquitos,
Diving head first into the lake,
Laughing at the monkey cage.

I think I have crossed off,
All things on my To-Do list,
The rest of the day is mine to enjoy,
And have the fun I did as a kid!

Do you remember me?
I have never forgotten
You; my first love,
My first kiss.

Our walks home from
School, holding hands,
Giggling, always smiling
At each other, making no
Sense to anyone, but
Ourselves.

How we parted when
We reached the empty
Lot that was my
Short cut home, we
Just stood there,
On the sidewalk
Facing each other and
Telling each other
How much we loved.

It was then I kissed you,
We both were shocked; but
We giggled even harder.
We said bye, I trudged the
Path that led to the street
I lived on, stopping every
Few feet, turning, calling your
Name and waving at you,
And you to me.

Until trees and other
Houses blocked my sight of you.
We were seven, in love for
Eternity.

Sadly, I cannot remember
The face nor name of
The woman that helped
In my journey to manhood;
You with dirty blonde hair,
And blue eyes shall be
In my mind to the day
And the moment I take
My last breath.

~> sWEET dREAMS ~ mY lOVE ~>

~> tAKE sLUMBER'S fLIGHT ~>

~> 'n gLIDE aLL nIGHT ~>

> sTRAIGHT > dOWN > 'tIL > dAWN >

~> uNTIL rOBIN'S sONG ~>

~> wHERE ~> gOES ~> tHAT ~>

~> sWEET ~> tWEET ~> tWEET !!

!! kISS~nITE ~> sLEEP~tIGHT !!

~> sWEET dREAMS ~> mY lOVE !!

~> lOVE ~> dAVID ~>

~> pS: wOULD yOU rEAD mE a sTORY ??!

~> wHAT>a>'bOUT>A>lUL~LA~BYE ??!

child oh child why grow up so soon young as you are now playing all the games you can having all the fun you are child oh child don't grow up so fast these wonderful child moments try to make them last

This will be the forth attempt at posting THIS poem only for them to eveporate into the ether:
PER CHANCE TO CHANCE A CHANGE

PERHAPS TO START MY HEART AGAIN
PARTED BUT N'ERE EVER PART AGAIN
PER CHANCE TO SPREAD OUR WINGS AGAIN
WHEN A SULTRY SERAPHIM SINGS AGAIN

YOU CAME TO MAKE MY BLOOD FLOW ONCE MORE
A SHED LOVER WHO ARRIVED TO KNOW ONCE MORE
NAY SHALL I EVER WATCH WONDER WALK AWAY
WHEN TEMPERANCE IS HEARD TO TALK TODAY

TO HOLD, TO TOUCH, TO FEEL AGAIN
TO FINAllY AND ACTUALLY HEAL AGAIN
TO FEEL THAT SPARK AND LIGHT THE DARK
WE WILL LEAVE FOR TOMORROW AND LEAVE OUR MEMORABLE MARK

I PROCLAIM, I DISCLAIM I CLAIM OUR AIM BE HOPE
I CONDEMN, I CONTROL I CAUSE A WAY TO COPE
I WANTED NO ONE NEAR ME SO I HAVE NEVER BEEN THUSLY KISSED
AND WAS A SEQUESTERED SOUL SO NO ONE EVER MISSED ME

LIKE FALLEN LEAVES FROM A MAPLE TREE
WITH HER WORDS OF WISDOM TO ENABLE ME
TWO WORLDS APART AS FOREVER DRAWS NIGH
SINCE WE TOOK OUT OUR VOCABULARY AND TOOK OUT THE WORD "GOODBYE"
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okay let's see if i can get on the page!

Starving Child.



Can you see me as I sit here

Why do you ingnore my outstreched hand

I want only pennies to buy some food

You can see my bones though my skin.



I sit here each day as you pass me by

you see the hunger in my eyes, the rags that cover my body

the sores on my skin from lack of food

yet you walk pass, eyes to the front.



And all that I want

Is to take away the hunger

And heal my ravaged body

Please take pity on a human soul



I did not want this life

To sit here and beg

Why am I so different

I am only four....



M.J.N.

My Piano Man

Sweet soul music,
Grandpa played on ivory keys,
Was more then just a lullaby,
They were down right groovy tunes.

Dressed in frills and lace,
Black patten shoes upon my feet,
I danced a rap-tap-tap,
As Grandpa played the blues.

We harmonized are music,
Are sync was right on key,
Both searing with a glow,
Are hearts became soul.

Was on rare occasion,
That Grandpa played the keys,
Yet the melody and memory,
Are everlasting-worn in sleeve upon my heart.

CLW
03-11-11

The morning sun hovers coyly
behind broad shoulders of the John Crow Mountain
before unwrapping petals of fever plant and Venice.
Mama’s countenance was far contrast to one so radiant,
so when the old Leyland bus went
shuddering along gravel road
first beam breaks through pinewood forest.

The old New Hampshire Red was up last night,
bamboozled by the plump moon,
but all was still in the petite hours ‘fore daybreak.
His first boast was far too late;
Banties have already blown their tops,
and warm rays long ago penetrated rabbit fence.
Leghorns proudly announced fresh eggs.

Beds were unoccupied and unmade.
Voices came, children in euphoria;
oppressors were off to nine to five.
Nightingale sang an encore
before morning forage,
and gaiety commences.

Brown skinned pickneys,
like the color of Balaclava clay,
with reflections of innards on innocuous visages.
The hoopla lived
until the Leyland snaked along treacherous drop
and the sun hastened to avoid mama’s air.
Chores rushed,
and mama voice ruined our names.
Tomorrow, at first light, we will be children again.

Most of us have heard of lands
where dogs licked their humans' faces
and are driven about in carriages, in nappies.
While we loathe our predicament,
some counterparts wrestle in grown-ups’ arenas;
innocence lost to palm wine and brown-brown,
and blood moves consciences far less than September’s rain.
Will tomorrow’s shoots be just children,
delightful progenies?
Let the bright sun shine on Sierra Leone.

My heart with excitement beats
The day's arrived, it's finally here
Gown of white I wear with pride
A veil my face it covers

My father tall and proudly stands
Our arms are interlocking
Music begins, it's time to start
The long walk down the aisle

I see my mother, tears in her eyes
And I see my brothers and sister
The preacher standing arms outstretched
And the rest of the bridal party


But most of all what catches my eye
Is the handsome man I love there
The look of love and wonderment
As slowly I approach him

Who gives this woman, the preacher asks
I do, my Dad's voice none too steady
And gently took my arms entwined
To place it into another

What a joy near my love to be
This day so very special
The first this day of many more
Of the rest of our life together

And then I wake, was just a dream
For I am only fourteen
Many years have I yet left
To dream my dreams so fancy