Most Commented Childhood Poems (355)

Can you hear me?
Your husband was
Much into himself
He spent his time
In bars and shooting
Pool
He talked about
Women as though
They were all whores
Then he'd go home
To his wife and
Play the same old
Game
Hello honey, I'm
Home!
Really..
What would that
Really mean? His sons and
daughters looked
To him for a morsel
Of attention
But their tender hearts
Were bowed down
By no response
Can I get a hug
Daddy?
No, I'm busy right now
"Daddy, I gotta A on
My test paper today"
Not a word
The wife is mixing
The dinner
The dog is not sure
If he'll be kicked
There is an anger
In the house that
Frightens the hearts
Of children
Children who desire
To sleep in the strong
Arm of his protection
But he left them
With the monsters of
Their imagination
"Daddy who are you
Their quivering hearts
Question"
"Daddy please! I
Need you for
My happiness!"
Daddy, can I stand
On your shoes and
Will you dance
With me?
"Daddy, don't hurt
Mommy!
Daddy please stop!
Daddy!
Cafetwo

Amercian poet

Sleep well my infant dear, gently rest
in your new world bathed with heavenly light;
Whilst I, with oceanic tears my grief invest,
for my infant dear, live in spheres of endless night,

Pray I therefor, your eyes grace a differing day,
annulling pain, which each earthy day did pass,
sad aching arms that once the loving breast did lay,
that unquestionable love, wherein the Motherly heart amass,

Thus, heart torn and wrenched, alone in morbid solitude,
empty the yearning arms, relegated to despondent shade,
wet the woeful eyes, yet love's vision still intrude,
for betwixt us both, corridors shall ne'er be slayed,

Nurtured I, your all too shorter days, sanctified no less
though sadly brief, lovingly proud, I happy bore
thee to my breast, my whole being did so address,
yet now in grief, wished that I could have done more,

I, in fruitful sorrow still your passing pine,
for our hopes and what might have been,
to daily watch the rich progression of the vine
amid the fields of life bathed in youthful green.

She is made of light and mystery, she glows and gently showers the earth with her magic.

Curled up and sleeping she slowly opens her arms showing first a sliver of light and gently unfolding to shine bright.

Always a gentle light, never hard and blinding, she enfolds the creatures of this earth in her magic, the animals feel her glow and their emotions follow her path.

Lovers feel her pull and become two souls connecting, free of the constrictions of the day, free to be who they want to be.

A girl lost in the moon, she gazes up into the ball of mystical light and she feels the pull, her soul reaches out and connects with the woman she will be, the woman waits in the moon waiting to be born into the girl, she is born of the moon, part of the moon, she will always be connected to that magical orb.

It will always call to me......

Lil christmas tree with lights
so bright, shine your star for
me tonight
Let mommy and daddy not
fight so much
Let them hug and kiss with
a gentle touch
Oh twinkling lights wash away
my tears
Fill this little girls stocking with
joy not fears
Lil tree I must whisper now
cause I hear shouting in the
other room
Oh twinkle twinkle come real soon
I must hurry now to my secret
room!

oh my child please pick up your toys, why should i have to. oh my child its time for your bath, why me. oh my child its your turn to do the dishes,its not fare. oh my child what to do what to do. Your words of it's not fare,why me,I shouldent have to, drive me insane. oh my child why you demand with I wants,I need,I have to have. oh my child you have one large case of me idous. Ill do for you as much as I can with out complaint, but please my child show some restrant.

you were the girl that I wanted so much; I'm so sorry that after the ninth grade; that we lost touch! I didn't know you loved me until I turned around on the steps of j.h.s. 109 and saw you crying as you said goodbye; and when I returned home; I had many tears in my eyes; because I loved you; but I never told you! we were so very young at the time; and I heard you went with danny r. who was real slime! I'm on my way to the top of the music charts; and I hope you will hear my songs; and we can separate the rights from the wrongs! I"ll always love you Shirley!

As I laid sprawled out on the park bench one summers afternoon
She sat there pleased to be away from the human bustle
I knew her, not for long but i knew her
Through the slats of the park bench her little boy showed me the clover flower
he had picked from the lawn
He hung it over one of the slats to show me it in wonder
I saw what he saw and through his eyes I became a born again child.

Can I go back in time
To a sunny summer field
In its rhythm of peace
I watch as life slows
Peering over the dash
Through the windshield
I close my eyes and seek
Such memories like those
A child of the sixties
Far as a flower child goes
The last of my kind
The world will ever know
A lover of color patches
Sewn all over my clothes
Fading in some subtle hues
Into my dungaree blues

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Nobby was my little brother

However he was driven mentally insane

There wasn’t a thing I could do

To stop the torture or the mental pain

 

Oh Nobby I am so sorry

That you were born to be a boy

To be toughened up

For my parents to destroy

 

Punch after punch Blow after blow

From a boxer in the army

Daddy beat you up

Into an emotional Tsunami

 

So when you grew up

You flipped your wig

Beating up everyone

You felt really big

 

Your wife and three daughters

Had to go into hiding

Yet her dad was the only one

She could confide in

 

Bashing on his door

Shouting “where’s my fu*king wife"

Threatening the old man

With a petrol chainsaw knife

 

 
Smashing up his van

By ramming yours into his

Terrifying the neighbours

And your own kids

 

The hatred that was in you

Wouldn’t allow you any peace

Until your father-in-law

Lifted the shotgun

And the double barrel he released

 

He blew away your head

While you were rolling a cigarette

Outside a London police station

Without a single regret

 

He received two years sentence

Cus he was provoked beyond all doubt

I visited him in prison

With cigarette papers and some snout

 

I just wanted to hear his story

Letting him know I bare no grudge

To bring him my forgiveness

As God is the only judge

 

He may have pulled the trigger

Of that double barrelled gun

Yet who loaded the ammunition?

Yes my dad and my mum...

I choose who, and I choose when.
But I didn't chose how my story began.

Do I know this is wrong?
Of course I do.
But when I take the money
Who's the fool?

I can walk the streets numb to the world
remembering nothing-all a whirl
when you took what you took
was it worth it all
after all i was just a little girl.