Most Commented Childhood Poems (355)

I woke up for school 11/9/1995 and thought I don’t wanna go. I don’t feel good mom,my stomach hurts.You can make it its only a half day she blurts. So it’s off to school, riding the bus putting gum in the drivers hair, got caught told her I don’t care. Finally pull up to school get off the bus acting a fool told carol she missed some gum yaaaaa haaaaa haaa who. Get into class and I be darn it did go fast.. back on da bus carol missing some of her hair and guess what I still didn’t care. I was a mean little kid regret the things I did. Got off the top of the hill walked home looking forward to get some pop and chill. Smoking my cig I see my grandma in the station wagon,little did I know she was there to save me and bro from the fate we now know. Dip thru the woods the back way to my house. Finally here. Expecting to see my mom at the table as usual but she’s not there. All doors locked and country music sounds . I jingled the lock,I’m in now. Turn that country music off.Turn on the toons.Get me a piece of cake and my dew.Figured mom and dad must be taking a nap in their room??! No more than 5-10 min go by and knock knock knock at the door it’s my little bro. I let him in. Off to pee he goes,then asks why mom and dad sleep on the floor? I get up to round the corner Mom face up my dad down. Blood all around. I will never forget that smell, Oil and metal. My mind races what to do I know they are gone 911 for people that are hurt dude, so I call my grandma.. tell her mom and dad dead on the floor. I sit my brother down, tell him I’m here forevermore . I knew they was gone but didn’t comprehend, it too was our end. All we knew gone in a blink. Dad did not think, shot my mom but thought to spare us the sight.Sent grandma to get bro and me, little did he know he gave her the wrong time and location though. I was a badass had to smoke. Saw grandma and dipped away before she knew, I was smoking to be cool. We wouldn’t have saw what we did.I feel to blame. I now know it was my dad who has caused the pain. Took my mom from us. Hurts to think I was just a car ride away from a different reality. Now it seems I have only the bad memory. My flashbacks come with smell.Having ptsd is a living hell.

humpty dumpty sat on a wall
humpty dumpty had a great fall
all the kings horses
and all the kings men
couldnt put humpty together again



I WILL BE HAVING A BOOK SIGNING AT THE NEXT MEET THANK YOU VERY MUCH
HAHA !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Silver stars shine .
The moon has blossmed
Magical Wisdom
Nights air is still
gives light and clairity
Peaceful warrior
Fairy queen passoniate dreamer
Born to awaken inner child has spoken
Will live to give and fight to live
Feelings of a kid ,The right to speak your mind
Keep it simple .
Love & Light
Nancy

I pirhouette on my coiled spring
Looking after pretty things
My face a beautiful, painted smile
Dancing, smiling for my happy child
No need to rush, no destination
Not held back by any reservations
I smile, dance and sing a little tune
Hands in the air as if touching the moon
She smiles when she hears me sing
For I look after her beloved rings
I merrilly dance in a pretty pink frock
I am the ballerina in a child's jewellery box

Church bells were ringing.
Birds flew by singing.
The sun was bright.
Long had been the night.
A celebration of life.
All was perfectly right.


The precious babe was carried in.
To the place where one is forgiven.
Parents aglow following what they know.
Baptism of a new life was the show.


Mother and Father stood up proud.
And the newborn cried aloud.
Joy was the sound of the crowd.
As they lovingly gathered around.

The babe made happiness for one and all.
Many took time to hold the babe and sit.
What a Blessing to be baptized by the Father,
Son and Holy Spirit.

Cuz beauty is something so rarely heard

I truly am, I am I lurk in the shadows that tell me I am.

happy new year my friend..

THE CAT DID NOT SIT ON THE MAT,

INFACT THE MAT THE FAT CAT SAT ON

WAS INFACT A RAT AS FLAT AS A TACK.

“OHHH”, SPAT THE FAT CAT TO A BAT WHO WAS HANGING ON A RACK,

“WHAT’S THAT, WHAT’S THAT” SHREIKED THE BAT TO THE FAT CAT,

“THE MAT …. THE MAT” SPAT THE CAT

“IT’S A DEAD RAT, A FLAT FAT RAT AT THAT”.

SPAT…. SPAT…. THE CAT.

“IS THAT A FACT, IMAGINE THAT” SAID THE BAT

TO THE FAT CAT AS HE LEFT HIS RACK TO INSPECT THE MAT MADE OUT OF RAT.

PAT PAT DID THE BAT TO THE MAT MADE OUT OF RAT, A BIG FAT RAT AT THAT.

THEN FLEW BACK TO HIS RACK,

HAVING A CACK , AT THE CAT WHO WAS STILL HAVING A HEART

ATTACK OVER THE FAT MAT MADE OUT OF RAT

SPAT …. SPAT …. WENT THE CAT

CACK …. CACK …. WENT THE BAT.

Fast away when time was gold
When daybreak a new story to be told
When life was pure and my mind was clear
And thses words had I not heard anyone say

But now say I
And almost cry
Fast Away

Fast away when steps I took
When tomorrow came as a story from a treasure book
When years make it known how time would appear
And these words had I not heard anyone say

But now say I
And almost cry
Fast away

Reading as a Child


Where can I find quiet?

My thoughts scatter at sounds

knocking, knock-knocking.

Inside the panelled cave dwells parents’ silent attire.

I enter and turn, facing out.

Calm cottons, serene silks, peaceful polyesters

drape behind me like ghosts from the past.

I roll the hollow door shut, pressing in the peace.

As I lower myself to sit,

I fall through layers of shoe funk

hovering two feet thick.

Unfortunately, the quiet awakens Tinnitus,

who is usually hidden laced within the racket.

Finally secure, I concentrate my quilted mind under a dim bulb

and over words barely reflecting into peepholes.

Comprehension is vital

dad wears out his tongue,

as Mom sits hooked,

weaving twisted worries

that I pattern.