Most Commented Childhood Poems (355)

I remember when i was five,

my favourite place to be,
was not school or the playground,
it was my special willow tree.

I could climb it and sit on it,
it would even give me shade,
sitting under it on a hot day,
with my little bucket and spade.

When i was twelve I'll never forget,
climbing up to the top of the tree,
I fell, i slipped and hit my head,
I broke my arm in three.

My parents roared
"thats enough, were sick of that damn tree"
"its coming down tomorrow"
"no more climbing for you, you see!"

I got out of hospital the very next day,
and came home to see,
a little knee high tree stump,
where my willow used to be.

I cried for weeks and weeks,
now where will i be?
i have no where else to sit,
i miss my willow tree.

they pull my hair
they tease my clothes
they say nasty things to me
they mock my nose.

they gather in mobs
they take my lunch money
they walk away laughing
i dont understand, what is so funny?

how was school mum asks
i tell her it was fine
i dont tell her of the bullying
she wont hear me crying.

looking into the mirror
im not as ugly as they say,or am i?
oh" your hurtful words
get out" stop echoing my mind.

i could be in the gang
forbidden to be myself
but id rather be alone
then be like any one of them.

but schooldays arent forever
and soon i shall be free
all i need is to be strong
and hope in the meantime, no harm comes to me.

Putting my life together is a constant struggle
People are pieces that don’t fit in my puzzle
Lovers of free will are strangers in my world
What strange odyssey I travel forward knowing
An artificial world tearing away at nature’s spirit
I am so losing my connection to an ancient lifestyle
That strong connection to the land for sustenance
A quest to live in harmony with plants and animals
Searching for believer soul mates in the circle of fire
Each day I give more and more of my energy away
And take less care of the earth for my own happiness
Or just trade my purpose and soul for my happiness?
Let me grow my crops!
Raise my own food!
Wool to make blankets!
Grapes to make wine!
Grow my own wheat!
Make my own bread!
Milk my own cows!
Make my own butter!
Snap my own beans!
Share my life with one partner
Live on my little hippy farm
I was raised to be a flower child
Letting sparks fly around camp fires
And preserving what is truly sacred
Loving our mother earth!

Curled and furled against ones own skin

the hearing of the heart beat

Alive!

sudden sweeping waves

Who's there?

then creeping
entwined
within the unknown

So beautifully structured

the loss of walls being silence

Alone

A secret peep
Shall I come above my scoria

One only knowes

Forcast

the mind of what was before
angst unruly
shall it be


a mind of matter?

Glorious to seek
Shall I lift this lid?

To only dance open eyed
unfolded

when I was a kid

I parted the curtain
from my second story
bedroom window..
I surveyed the lawn
and picked the spot
where I would perform
my terrible deed
It was Christmas
morning, but for
me.. it was just
another day
My family I decided
to spare, but for
the neighbors..
there would be
no mercy
They were all
going to pay
For them, today,
would be
A Bad Day!
I removed the
gun and holster
from the box I
hid under my
bed
A smug grin
washed accross
my face as I
strapped the
gun to my waist
I strutted down
the stairs like
the killer gunman
everyone knew
I was
For a moment I
Paused to instill
fear into my sister
with my feared
outlaw gaze
She just started
crying and ran
into the kitchen
to mom
I didn't care
about her fear
She was just
another pathetic
mortal
I walked right past
my father, and to
my surprise he
almost seemed to
enjoy what I was
about to do
But the smile
quickly left his
face as I opened
the front door
and scanned the
the lawn where
in only a few
moments a great
carrnage would
take place
I stepped onto
the porch..
The first victum
would be the old
bag next door
She never did
like me, and
now she would
have good reason
She peered at me
from behind her
partly opened
door
I squeezed off
three rounds
They found their
mark
She slumped onto
her floor and
that was that
She would not
be missed
Then, suddenly
the lust for
blood swept
through my
soul and I began
shooting neighbors
at random
Four fools dared
come within range
of my eagle eye
Had not my reputation
preceded me?
Should I not now
make them beg me
to die?
I held nothing
back now
Reloading again
and again
Dozens of useless
bodies
clutter up my
lawn, my gun
barrel red hot
with rage
Then suddenly, as
I was about to
drop one more
local peasant my
father called out
to me..'Son, come
back into the house
and open your other
Christmas presents
now..' It's a bit
cold out today and
you can play with
your new toy gun
when Uncle Bill
gets here..'
Yes, my friends,
I'll come in from
the cold..but remember..
Tomorrow is another
day..a special day..
I will be six years
old!

He looks at me, holding tears,
And he can't set his eyes off mine.
After counting days in fears
That this moment will not come.

He says violin was last lesson,
Though he played very good each time
But dad said violin is danger,
It gives dust which will make him blind.

He asks me to see his ear,
If there is a hole in his head,
And if he would be wearing glasses
Dust will go in ears to blind his eyes just the same.

He says that his bird must be crying for him,
And when asked what the message to pass
He asks to tell to the bird only this:
"I am afraid he will never come".

He says that he was not crying,
And he hides to dry up his eyes.
He says he was born from my tummy
And asks if to me he looks nice.

I want this poem to be finished
But I’ve got to start with it
I want my task be done perfectly
But mistakes, I can’t get away with

I want to stay up and awake
Yet, I can’t help but doze and sleep
I want my studies be through
But I’ve got to sweat and pursue

I want to hold onto my laughter
But I should get exhausted first
I want always to hang tight
But I lack courage to fight

I want to go reaching for the stars
But I have to keep my feet on the ground
I want to continue my singing
But there’s a need for a song to end

I want to be loved and be loving
But still my heart’s always left broken
Better be just myself, be with my pen
And let these thoughts and feelings be written.

You came into my life, it was to my delight,
You touched me like no other, i never knew any better,
With your arms you held me tight and a promise to protect me forever.
You held my hand when i had fear of being around others,
I always felt a bit different than all the other little children,
I stood afar and watched them play, fear was there and present,
Nobody knew what i had gone through expect you and another,
I blamed myself for years for all that had happened,
I lost the ability to learn and did poorly in school,
kids laughed at me because i was slow, thought of me
as a fool.

Years have all since passed, i found who i am,
A prisoner to night terrors caused by you and all of them.
Oh, you were the first but you were not the last.
To take a child of 5 and sentence her to life.

If it was not for god i would have chose death,
then to have to live with these memories deep within
my head. A touch means many things, some good, some
bad, but a childhood can be forever lost by a mere
touch of a hand

When I think back on my childhood
days, and the wild wonderful world
set before me, I sometimes wonder
why I had been lead into such a
fools paradise..
Cotton candy, and roller coasters, yo-yo's
and sling shots.. Really?
Camping in a tent in my back yard with
school buddies with flashlights listening
for any sounds of the boogy man.
School buses and homework gave way
to teenage years, and gradually young
adulthood
And as all dreams must awake, so to
must ferris wheels and bright lights
come to a grinding hault
For the boogyman had been waiting
in the shadows
He had come to kill and destroy and
there was no refuge in camping tents
with bright flashlights
I was now on the run hiding in the
shadows, and paradise had vanished
in the haze
And stooped down in some dirty alley
way I trembled and cried for my
paradise
But through the rain and cold the old
street lamp lighted before my innocent
eyes the world and all its wicked glory
You..were the boogy man.

Darkness, the wind rushes in my ear,
I cannot see But I feel
And I long to know you are there.
I am in pain, you do not know
Selfishly you see your own.

The journey has begun
It is a long descent down.
The light I see it,
Reaching for me
Noise and confusion
How I wish I could flee

I am not warm but cold, I gasp and hold,
Instinct says keep still
My heart beats delicately
Held so strangely by one I cannot see

For my eyes shut tight against that blinding light
I stay still no more
I must fight and so with all of my might I let it go,
My mighty cry!

Now I wait for the world to stand still
And when it does
No longer is there a chill
But a voice reaches my ear
And hands that feel so right
Hold me very near
The voice that I know to be true
Cuddles me, Whispers I love you.