Most Commented Childhood Poems (355)

It's dark and Baby's fast asleep
until morning when he wakes
he will play with his toys
and animal friend
his little teddy bear
who's so soft and cuddly
to the touch
with a very loving smile
and pretty dark brown eyes
will keep Baby happy for a while.

Then Baby puts it down again
picking up his little rattle
when it shakes it makes loud noises
that makes him very happy
Baby then looks around his cot
he looks for something new
he sees a shiny spinning top
as he pushes the little handle
it plays a lovely tune.

The day goes by, he's getting tired
it's time to go to bed
he'll sleep and dream of cuddly toys
until morning comes again.

Wnen I was young, mind wondered as a child and I only thought as a child.
When I becam a teenager I thought as a teenager. I always wonder what it would be to grow up.
When I became an adult finally, I realize that I still had the mind of a child, and as a teenager.
But in my mind I was still an adult. I can not go back to those days as child or a teenage.
But still in my mind I wonder why I wanted to grow up so fast, because in my mind I am still as I was before I grew up.

Pack up your bags its time to go,
All the way back to Colorodo.
I'll ride my 4-wheeler andhave tons of fun,
until my mom calls for my fun to be done.
Then when I look back and see what I'll miss,
I take a big wiff of that Colorodo mist.

When I was child I would stay with my grandparents on my mothers side of the family.
My grandmother was Lithuanian and my grandfather was Sicilian.
My Grandpa always had a vegetable garden and in that garden he grew
big red sugar beets. I hated those beets. Whenever they served those beets with dinner
I refused to eat them. I was not allowed to leave the table until I ate those beets. I would cry and make a big fuss and would not eat
those beets which to me tasted like pickled dirt . Sometimes I would sit at the table for hours but I refused to the beets.
My granpa would say to me in his Sicilian accent "You eata da beetsa or you getta no Pizza.
I would laugh but I still would not "eata da beetsa".
Years later after my granmother passed away I went to live with my Grandpa. The garden was all but gone
and I didnt have to eat anymore beets. I lived with my "poppy" for ten years. Eventually I got married
and moved away . Poppy lived till he was 94. I miss him so much now and if I had another chance
I would "eata the beetsa" just for him...... He was my hero.

When I was a young boy,maybe 8 or 10 years old
my father would take me and my siblings to Smithpoint beach
to go swimming in the ocean. Sometimes he would get us up
early during the week and take us brfore school . It was a very
large beach and people from all over New York and the neighboring
states would come to brave the large waves that would crash into the shore.

While we drove the 45 minutes in my fathers station wagon
the radio would be playing the popular songs of that time.. I always
sang along to those songs even if I was too young to understand what
some of them were about , such as love and war etc. I Remember those
times as if they were yesterday. Those were the happiest days of my
life, other than when my own children came into the world. Whenever I hear
one of those songs , yes every once in a while you might hear one , but
when I do , it evokes such strong feelings of wanting to go back in time ,
back...to the time .....back to one particular day.

One particular summers day my dad took me and my
brother and two sisters , all older than me,to the beach. It was a
bright sunny July afternoon. The slight breeze with the warm rays
of the Sun gave me a feeling...well ...of "good vibrations" as the saying
goes. I swam for a short time close to shore. With such huge waves and
a strong current which they call an "untertow" I could not go out as
far as my siblings.

As I stood there on the shore with the breaking waves
rolling in and just reaching up and cooling off my feet I heard the voice
of a little girl from behind me call out....."Hey you wanna help me build
this sand castle?". I turned around and saw the little girl with the curly
black hair and big brown eyes sitting behind me scooping up sand with
her hands and trying to make it into a castle. "My name is Annie". Whats
yours she asked ? "Im Timmy. My brother and sisters are in the surf and
my blanket is right over there", I said.

From that point on we were inseperable. We played in
the sand , we ran in the surf , we collected shells and everytime she said
my name I felt so proud.. I was at the age where normally girls are
considered yucky and taboo. I had my first crush on a girl that was to
make a lasting impact on me for the rest of my life....silly isnt it ? Or is it ?
Two innocents , Two pure hearts , Two undefiled , unjaded by a world of
greed and jealousy. Nothing about this is mine and this is yours , No
self centerdness,no selfishness , No ," what do I get out of all this ?"

Just two....Just two....
like one .

A crowd of hundreds milling about
Syncopated steps of a thousand feet
Trampled grass giving way underfoot
Litter strewn randomly without thought
Wooden booths with games of all kinds
Corn dogs, cotton candy, soft drinks
Chatter mixed with music of whimsy
Rides twist and turn, stop for new riders
Laughter and squeals of delight
Families enjoying a night of enjoyment
And on one dark bench in the corner
A small, crying child sits – unnoticed
A face, lost in the crowd of hundreds

Remember when...
Getting high only meant swinging on the playground
When protection meant wearing a helmet
The wost thing you could get from guys was the cooties
And the worst from a girl was the cold
When mom was your hero and best friend
And dads shoulders were the highest place on earth
Your worst enimies were your siblings
And race issues were about who could run the fastest
War was only a cardgame
The only drug you knew was cough medicine
Wearing a short skirt DIDNT mean you were a slut
The only things you smoked were the tires on your bike
The only things that hurt were your skinned knees
The only things that got broken were your toys
And goodbyes were only till tomorrow?

In my fathers hand is my mothers hand and then you hold my hand in your hand mother~~~~

Happy new year to all tha poets and poetess of the new year
Hope ever body has a safe celebration and clear entry inta da

New year. May you accomplish all the things you wanta;
and not be overtaken by the things you don-wanna..

I see some girls are publishing crazy stuff. Why go thru dat all?
hey girlfriend, dress up. load up, and take it to the mall...

If he treated you all that bad, and you still love him that hard
Head for the mall with his car, his sunglasses and his credit card

i was beaten
i was brused
my life with my father
was hell on wheels
i hate my childhood
my kids wont go though
what i had to in my childhood
i would never hit them
i wouldnt gave them a reason
to hate there childhood