Most Commented Childhood Poems (355)

Like a clam my interest was
What lays behind your shell
To probe too quick or too rough
I'm bound to make you snap
Recoil inside, forever close up!

So I thought I'll be your plankton
Tiny and lightweight, yet aplenty
A gentle current will carry me
And without much effort on your part
I'll come to you and won't depart

Into your unstable shell I will gently pass
Then for you I'll say a prayer each night!
For God to keep you, overcome this giant tide
In His care the roughest sea you will survive
A perfect pearl inside, the world will soon find out!!

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I hope I have touched
his life for his has
touched mine.

I feel like the glass on a vanity mirror
Reflects so much yet nothings inside
Dark grey, no good deeds but many sins to hide
Not much under the surface but secrets which scatter around my brain
And I can’t help but to ponder
If I told you would you still look at me the same?
I see no more than skin deep
And that’s as deep as I dare to see
But as the memories creep
Their torture is only to keep reminding me
Under the makeup I weep
Hate being called pretty, sexy or hottie
Those remarks do nothing but offend me
Because they prove you do not see my true beauty
Darker than gold complexion
Wide eyes which reflect the world
Not to say I’m perfect
But I was always taught to worship that I’m more than an average girl
I keep the way I want to be seen in one hand
“as beautiful as the Yangtze river”
I keep Vanity in the other hand
“Mac makeup brushes, foundation and concealer”
My thoughts seem to go as deep as beauty and tremble at the thought of going deeper
But always seem to reflect so much more, to make it seem that my mind is broader
And that’s why sometimes I feel like the glass on a vanity mirror.

My soul tasted a morsel of life's
Divine majesty
So young I was in the
Heat of some magical
Spirit
Although pain and sorrow
had dogged my heels, an
Unpronounced bliss had
warmed my deepest
Sorrow
As a child I could walk
The streets of Virgina Avenue
But I dare not step over the
Curve for fear of a beating
She was so unkind to me
I was so small and helpless
I needed a mom, a mother
With a loving touch
But my world was filled
With the hateful sounds
Of cursing
Fists pounding on the
Table..
Please don't hurt me
Please, love me just
A little
I was afraid of everything
Of everybody
I could not consentrate
In school
I was falling behind
Surely I would fall
Through the cracks
I so wanted to tell
Someone
Somebody please save
Me from this dark cloud
That has killed my joy
I knelt down in the middle
Of the street and asked God
To take me away
I pleaded to him in the
Tears of a child
But the cold winter
Dragged on and
My starving and
Frightened heart
Closed in upon
Itself
The high school
Principle said, ' The
only thing I can
Tell you son, is that
You won't be living
With these people
Forever
I ran away from home
And the police picked
Me up more than once
I had to face the reality
Of my destroyed childhood
Locked in my room
Locked in the basement
Deprived of anything human
After six years of this god cursing
The Social worker took me away
From foster home to foster home
Abused
Put down
Crushed in all the innocence
Of childhood
Left bedazed in a whirlpool
Of self hate with tears I
Could only submit to
God himself
"Is there a reason I
Asked him?"
Why has all this happened
To me?
I was fifteen when I
Asked him that
Question
When I was eighteen
His spirit came to me
And burned love into
My soul like nothing
Ever written
He lifted his hand
Upon my cheek
And whispered
Words to me
That would make
The angels cry
I've been a puddle
Of joy ever since
Would you like
To know what
He spoke to
Me in spirit?
Well, it's in
My poetry
I whisper
My love to
You!
Cafe

Today I saw a photo, and was transported back
To a time so long ago, well past and a different track
I was a child, and the future was still waiting to unfurl
I was shy, and no doubt a confused little girl

Surrounded by cousins, who all seemed to know
Where their lives were heading, all eager to go
Yet as I stood, on wide open river plains
Life was simple, family, seasons and rain

I admit hot weather, never appealed to me
As I had no idea, where life would finally be
No longer living beside that famous river, I am
Day dreaming as then, because I still can

We never know what life, for us has in store
Though we dream, digging deep into our core
Travelling through life's ups and downs
Sometimes smiling, and with the odd frown

Our past is important, it makes us who we are
And usually when borders aren't closed, we travel far
We aim to be happy, and enjoy our journey true
Pausing at times to reflect, getting on with it on cue

I have these bad memories
flying in and out my
mind from time to time.
They just do not want
to go away but settle
in and stay.
I can not let them be
here no more or there
will be severe
depression in store
for me as i can not
handle these memories
N O M O R E
I put them away in a
drawer never to be
heard of again.
My life could continue
happy and complete the
whole world ahead of me.

In the still kiss of dawn
Madonna moon murmurs
goodbye to a favorite child.

She fades from a place
where birds, who once
slipped through small hands,
sing of freedom
in a fair, gold sky.

I stand on the edge of morning
scattering my dreams
towards tomorrow.

All's fair in love and war
they say....
What do they know of
Sleepless nights and fatal fights
What do they know of little bodies
Cowering in fear
At raised voices and shouts that end with despair
How is it fair when you're only
Six going on sixty
And you wonder what's going on between mummy and daddy
Tell me how is it fair
When the moving van has come
And you hear the arguments
And then the shout
No! Not that one!
That Is Mine!
I Bought It From Overtime!
How is it fair to be shuttled from here to there
Staring out the window with glassy eyes
Because you're fed up of all the lies...
It's okay
They say...
We love you anyway
An endless litany
A tune without melody
How is it fair...
Please, somebody... tell me!

To see the world through a child's eyes
Colour ricochets with feelings of wonder 
Time endless days are weeks 
Innocence a gift in youth 
Sheer joy free a feeling of bliss 
A child's mind spirit and soul 
Capable of rational taken by age 
Excitement combined with curiosity 
Experiences indulging with eyes bulging 
The beauty of age is to appreciate time 
The beauty of youth is times importance to be unknown 
A child brought into the world 
Priceless happiness to those who may hold
A child of their own a new spirit created 
With a part of yourself imitated 
Some of us will never be blessed 
With this true gift of a child a legacy left

Suppose in some dimensional space
within a parallel time,
we have a future together,
forged from much different past,
there we are fresh and happy,
gazing through the looking glass...

In a parallel universe
an alternate me,
in love with an alternate you,
small white house with picket fence,
the ground you walk upon,
melting under your existence...

Alternate realities for you and I
with maiden sun casting shadows dim,
we plant cosmic garden and watch it glow,
your eyes sparkling like fiery gems,
swallowing the light so love can grow,
while you hair glitters in solar wind...

A parallel us in a place so far
a multiverse for you and I,
we paint our night with different stars,
together we are eternal under falling sky,
last night I dreamnt another you,
and you were dreaming of me too...

Do you hear me,im trying to speak
so very young,emotionally weak
my innner thoughts,my only voice
think in silence,its not a choice.


Got things to say,to speak my mind
will you listen,it would be kind
look out the window,and dream away
a silent soul,the mind will play.


Thoughts they come,and then they go
what will be next,you never know
a spinning top,a mind so full
imagination becomes so dull


Years roll by,its still the same
fears and thoughts,an endless game
a healthy mind,a vital tool
dont overthink,dont be a fool...