Most Commented Childhood Poems (355)

up the dark hallways/down the blank stairs /through rotted doorways nobody cares. down forgotten side streets walking in despair. looking for someone but nobodys there. searching in the darkness trying to find a friend but never finding anyone is this how it will end?

Husband and wife standing hand in hand,
watching their new edition stand.
welcoming his new times with broken words,
Planning deeds which will take him a step towards,
Winning the hearts of surrounding others.

Trying to anticipate what they say,
Hit and trial is our only way
High IQ and presence of mind,
Already available in these new find.
Feeding them demands lots of patience,
Takes us to the brink of tolerance.
Making them sleep is a big fight,
Parents have to use all their might.

Still the kids are a unique gift of God,
Such blind innocence never sought.
Innocent looks and golden smile,
always evolving new style.
Miles away from the mundane world,
always trying to move forward.
I wish I cold be a id all through,
Enjoying my living- far from the complexities life poses for u.

A Mothers love is a gold blanket Yet without a Fathers bed of support
That blanket gets pulled a bit to tight
She tries to be all for her children
A hanky on the thumb and she's Thumbliena
She has her child's helmet in the bathroom during a Minor earthquake
She's Agnes the toilet rider, and she cracks you and you're friends up
She tells you stories of a lady and her exploding girdle
She thinks she has you fooled
She thinks her children are unaware
Unaware of how hard she really works
Unaware how close and often they have come
To loosing all
But you know
I know
A single Mother is a job that shouldn't be necessary
So as her children we love and appreciate her all the more
Thank you Toilet Rider
JPowell

my boy when i was ur age i saw the world and people like stranger can not trust now i am older i think the same i did try a lot stranger in my life but are all the same so the only thing i want let you know is trust nobody

I just can't think,
I'm losing control,
The pain that's inside,
Cuts straight to my soul,
Deep, dark and empty,
Tired of living in sin,
My mind starts to wonder.

Where should I begin?
Should I start as child,
When my step-dad used to beat me?
Or, should I be 18,
When I thought love always escaped me?
I'd never known happiness,
Or felt loves truest form,
Now deep in my mild,
Rages a violent storm.

Lingering within the confines of my subconscious, they still remain.
Pieces of faded pictures from past occurrences seem as though they took place in someone else's life.

Tararara boem de ry
Mamma het weer n vark gekry.
Een wat drink en mense slaan.
Gou kruip weg, hier kom hy.

Tararara boem de ry
hy sal jou in jou bed kom kry.
af in die gang, jy en die vark
terwyl hy jou waskamer toe lei.

Tararara boem de ry
Hy het in ons flat kom bly.
voor die tv waar hy sit en suip.
terwyl jy stikkend in jou bed gaan kruip.

Tararara boem de ry
my ma op die badkamer vloer gekry.
bloed wat by haar ore en neus uit loop
als vir haar radio om drank te koop.

Tararara boem de ry
ons moet nou by hom gaan bly
die hof maak toe daai besluit
vir n maand was ons in n badkamer
toe gelsuit......

When I am sad I do not play
I take a walk down to the bay.

I walk along the seas shore waiting for some to call
I look at the cliffs they look burned.

Then I go, go home until I c u again .

Years have passed, we may have moved away
But the scars you left us are forever there to stay
Years have passed, but I still remember it well
My only safe place, called home
Turned into a living hell
Day after day I was scared to enter the home door
Scared of the broken glass, yet to be found on the floor
Will it be another night of pain and tears?
Or will he be sober and spare us of our fears?
This question over and over, day after day
Hoping for the demon inside my father to go away
But he kept drinking and screaming
Giving alcohol another meaning


My mom and sister started crying
A huge fist slams on the table, silence came
But on the inside we were terrified, slowly dying
I did not have the strength to stand up against him
Knowing how strong he is, my chance of succeeding would be very thin
Once in our beds we hoped he fell asleep downstairs
So we could sleep peacefully, without any violence and flying chairs
We had our peacefull moments when he was asleep
Those were the times we could safely weep
That thought had to wait
Since he was coming up, he's back to make us afraid
I covered my ears, not wanting to hear
Any horror that might happen, shivvering in fear


The sun finaly arrived, giving me my first embrace
Quickly I remove the tears on my face
And prepare myself for another day at school
Time to put on another fake smile and act all cool
As if nothing had happened

Home after Home
placement after placement
problem after problem
mistake after mistake
no solutions just pain
confusion

until you’re finally free...