Most Commented Childhood Poems (355)

LITTLE GIRL

I must have annoyed
mum and dad

I was an aggravating
girl child

Always curious about
this and that

Question upon question
spoken quietly

They sent me on a
message

To joiners next door
For long stand

Carry me home
Like a leaf in a breeze on an autumn morn
Like the sound of laughter from our youth
The familiar smell of rhubarb pie
On a cold and clammy eve in July


Carry me home
To where we would sit and chat
About everything and anything, just this and that
An inviting fire, a tune from a guitar
The whistle of a kettle never too far


Carry me home
To the place I know so well
Where memories are made
Hopes and dreams shared
No matter the distance
My heart will always be
At home, in my safe place
To be still, to be me..

Stolen Innocence

In my minds eye I could never conceive
What was about to happen to me
My innocence was stolen just taken from me
By twisted minded individuals who didn't give a damn you see
They took what they wanted they didn't seem to care
it didn't matter the time
any place any where
The pain and suffering
I knew no better
At night in my bed
my pillow grew wetter  
Storms of confusion
swirl round in my head
Here a young child
Just wishing he were dead
To drugs and alcohol
I then would soon turn
To be a care free child
I really did yearn
As the numbness took over
I just wanted to feel
I would cut and I would burn
So that I'd know I was real
Really confused
about who and what I was
Not having a clue
About what was the cause
More attempts on my life
More drugs I would take
Wondering all along
is this real
Or is it all fake
Is this something I made up
In my twisted little mind
No I'm just reaching
For some way to cope
Instead of just sniffing
or shooting some dope
Reality sets in and
I know this is no joke
The night mares the crying
Just keeping me awake 
Will someone please help me
For goodness sake
Most of my life
Destroyed by addiction
Never really understanding
About my affliction
Always blaming myself
For what they had done
Not being able to deal
Always on the run

I recall when I was a boy
When all alone
In my darkened room
Unable to sleep
I would feel the call
To turn the dial and watch the light
Moving the needle
On that shortwave scale
All of the World would be my friend
Voices from places so far away
Moscow and Bonn and Sofia too;
Tirana, Japan and Kazakhstan
From iciest north
To exotic isles
Talking to me about their lives
Their news and reports
And points of view
Never bored
Always something new
Hours of time
Spent listening in
Spies in numbers
Talking over the lines
Long ago in those cold war times
Now its all static
The bands are dead
Victim of the net
And stupid fools
But I remember
When the world was alive
On my Radio ...

A long time ago,
God found no one righteous but Noah,
And then came the rain,

When Noah finished the Ark,
the whole world, it began to get dark,
And there were screams of agony and pain,

The Ark rose from the oncoming tide,
The people ran to the mountains to hide,
But they were soon washed away unto the bowels of the Earth,

The Ark weathered the long rain-filled days,
Till the sun's rays showed fourth through the haze,
Noah's days of labor soon showed their worth,

Let us also find delight in God's eyes,
And not give heed unto Lucifer's lies,
For unto the Day of the Lord we boldly stand,

Cause nothing this world can do can harm us,
And nothing Satan can say will alarm us,
Because, lo and behold, we rest in God's Hands

I never quite knew why my father took me hiking,
Unlike other dads who simply took a belt to their rebellious son.
My punishment to toil in the soil,
Get dirty, and climb literal mountains
That began as a tiny chip on boyhood's shoulder.

Therefore, it was a shock to come upon the proverbial field of flowers
Growing in such unexpected places
So like a sunny pasture instead at dusk usually perceived by young life.
Someone whom always saw things of beauty
Contained in a bottle to wither and die prematurely.

Rather odd that the older man would practically skip
And then drop right there amidst
All those pinks, lavenders, a splash of yellow,
Perhaps finally find some good in suffering
He would share with me as a means to escape the darkness.

The most beautiful girl on earth. Every man wants to marry her. Every day, she disappears in the night and came back in the morning. One day one of the men who want to marry followed her. He wanted to visit her home. To his surprise, this gorgeous and elegant woman asked him to go back because she not a human being and cannot marry him.
She kindly told him that she is a fish and turns to a human during the day.
He was in shocked and ran back to tell the whole single men that the woman everyone thought was the most beautiful on earth and whom every single is trying to find her love was actually a fish. No one believed him but the Fish never returned back to their village again

Wish to be fitter ...
10-year-old butter
I'm just a magnet!
I have a little butter in the thought ...
I want to go out on the storm night ...
Thought tree wore under the tree!
Call back
The river gaarutra ...
My dead smile on the river!
My mother
Storm light in the night
The little butter crying on the ground ...
Say, mother, today is my holiday ...
Wish to be fitter ...
10-year-old butter
I'm just a magnet!
I have a little butter in the thought ...
I want to go out on the storm night ...
Thought tree wore under the tree!
Call back
The river gaarutra ...
My dead smile on the river!
My mother
Storm light in the night
The little butter crying on the ground ...
Say, mother, today is my holiday ..
The dead son of a luxurious Maghara
Leave today ...
Leave today ...

For Daniel

"Why do you
stripes
in you forehead,
Mommy?
Are you
old?"

Not old
But not so
young
that I cannot
see
the world contracting
upon itself
& the circle
closing at the end.

As the furrows
in my brow
deepen,
I can see
myself
sinking back
into that childhood
street
I walked along
with my grandfather,
thinking he was old
at sixty-three
since I was four
to my forty.

Forty years
to take
the road out,
Will another forty
take me
back?

Back to the street
I grew up on,
back to
my mother's breast,
back to the second
world war
of a second
child,
back
to the cradle
endlessly
rocking?

I am young
as you are,
Daniel-
yet with stripes
in my brow;
I earn my youth
as you must earn
your age.

These stripes
are decorations
for my valor-
forty years
of marching
to a war
I could not declare,
nor locate,
yet have somehow won.

Now,
I begin
to unwin,
unravelling
the sleeves
of care
that have kept
me scared,
as I pranced
over the world,
seemingly fearless,
working
without a net,
knowing
if I fell
it would
only be
into that same
childhood street,
where I dreaded
to tread
on the lines-
not knowing
the lines
would someday
tread
on me.

Daniel,
when you are forty,
read this poem
& tell me:
have we won
or lost
the war?

~Mom

Into this void
Off liquid one so small
From tiny dot
One thus grow
Two limbs Four limbs now grow
One choirs emotion
Motions the head one floats one drwells in the void of liquid life ones tail does follow as one swims about sound from outside are you ok babe sounds of mamma's voice
Soothing the pain of life
Ones tail shortens organs form
Are you male are you female ones choices of life begins
IES that see blind to life
ears formed voices heard for life
Time to turn one is born to the world of trouble and striff one learns your place the world become one of many