Most Viewed Childhood Poems (355)

I’m far from beautiful and perfect
I’ve been told so many times I’m just not worth it
I went through battles and I went through pain
The other girls never treated me the same
I refused to think it was because I was black
I’m certain it’s not because of that
I was always by myself with my mirror
All the boys were scared off by my brother
All the lies were covered up by my mother
People saw me and said wow she’s perfect
Little did they know under the makeup lives a girl who's not worth it?
I was forced fed vanity and commanded to make it a part of me
Entered in to the contest of who's the prettiest
Waxing, lip gloss, miniskirts and fake teeth were forced on me since I was three
Now lives a cold hearted girl age of 18
Who thinks happiness lies in money and beauty

My dear son,
My life, my love, my sun!

I cried with joy
The day when you was born

I work alot
For you to have your wants

I don't sleep
When you are getting sick
I don't blame you
When you'r being weak

I bring you food
Protect you from the world
I hold your hand
And you are getting strong

I stop my dreams
I sacrifice my life
For you
To have me near by your side

thanks guys!!!

Growing up in the 60's what I remember most of all,softball games ,cracker jax,staying out till mom would call.

So many kids in the neighborhood, we'd all come out to play..hop scotch, kickball,hide and seek we'd be at it all the day!!

Chasing down the ice cream man, how excited we would be..you'd think that it was christmass with gifts under the tree.

We were never in the house for long, except to sleep and eat..if very good dad let us stay out late..oh what a treat!

Summertime was at the beach, the sun,and sand, and waves..building castles in the sand is how we spent those days.

Frozen milky ways on a stick,snow cones if you like..airplanes flying over head..and people flying kites.

We had no worries,it was safe, we'd ride our bikes all day..mom din't worry that someone would grab us..she knew we were out to play.

Picnics with the neighbors,and swimming at the lake..hot dogs, hamburgers on the grill and watermelon for goodness sake!!

I remember building tree forts, the girls against the boys..when all was said and done we filled them with our toys.

Running after fire flies late at night from our front grass..all the kids would gather there it was such a blast.

Lemonade and Bazooka, in cherry and in grape..kids today would laugh at this..but we though it was great!!

Drive in movies were so exciting, we'd pile in the car..wearing our pajamas..and looking at the stars.

We would always fall asleep in the car as dad drove home..he'd carry us in one by one..mom would help him some.

In the winter we would ice skate at the local park,the smell of fire burning..and red embers to see when it got dark.

We would lace our skates up good and tight so our ankles dont cave in..I would fall down and get up..and do it all over again.

Christmas time we believed in Santa, and were sure to be real good..for we knew that-sometime christmass eve he'd be in the neighborhood.

Hip hugger jeans, and peasant top, and click clacks were so cool,we dreaded when summer ended and we were back in school.

I remember when Dr. pepper was new, and also Doritos chips..these were a big deal we had nothing before that was quite like this..

how can we forget the television, we had to turn the dial,carol Burnett the little rascals, and the honeymooners to make us smile.

The family together on Sunday night , the ED Sullivan show was on TV...Dad would let us stay up for that cute little mouse to see.

Off to bed by eight o'clock, in the summer it was still light..Sue and I would never sleep..we would stay up and fight.

This was a great place to grow up in this neighborhood of mine..All the memories stored in my head..I just need to rewind.

I thank my parents ,and my God for giving this to me..friends and fun and plenty of love from all my family..

Christmas should be a time of joy
For every little girl and boy
They gather 'round the Christmas tree
Little hearts beating eagerly

Their eyes closely scan each present
Wondering what Santa has sent
Some hope they have been good enough
And would get their requested stuff

Mum picks up each present gently
And reads to see whose it might be
A little heart leaps at its name
And then joyfully makes its claim

After presents are given out
Then it's time for another bout
It's time for presents' unwrapping
One can feel excitement growing

Tiny one still in diaper
Tries to peel off wrapping paper
Mum assists the eager beaver
Expectation growing stronger

Squeals of excitement fill the air
From the other kids gathered there
Their delight they cannot contain
Santa has delivered again

Once again thank you Dear Santa
Setting little hearts a-flutter
Making Christmas a time of joy
For every little girl and boy

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Sitting down, beside the fire,
She saw the storm clouds, grow,
So, picked up between her fingers,
A thread of frost, and snow.

One thread of rain, and hale,
A thread of thunders boom,
And to finish off, her creation,
A thread of lightenings glow.

Together, she weaved the storm,
Into a small, and patchy blanket.
A thread of arctic winds, she used,
To tightly fix the edges.

Then, she wrapped it round her baby,
and standing back, admired,
Her creation, of a stormy night,
Which, she alone, conspired.

Starving Child.



Can you see me as I sit here

Why do you ingnore my outstreched hand

I want only pennies to buy some food

You can see my bones though my skin.



I sit here each day as you pass me by

you see the hunger in my eyes, the rags that cover my body

the sores on my skin from lack of food

yet you walk pass, eyes to the front.



And all that I want

Is to take away the hunger

And heal my ravaged body

Please take pity on a human soul



I did not want this life

To sit here and beg

Why am I so different

I am only four....



M.J.N.

The child sits in the sun drenched meadow
appearing to stare very intensely afar,
what captures the child's interest?
Nothing that is obvious to any of us.

He seems to be listening intently
is it to the robin who is singing?
The wind brushes across his skin
and he shivers as it touches him.

His mother quietly approaches
gently takes his hand in hers.
He clings tightly and nuzzles her
drawing in her scent to his nostrils.

The sad truth is that this child
is both deaf and blind
no sounds he hears
and no pictures he sees.

He is trapped in a silent world.
And will never see his mothers face.
yet he recognizes her scent
he feels the wind on his skin.

Life goes 'round in circles
And mine has traveled far
I can’t find my way back
For my home is in the stars
How long could love ever last
As long as my heart’s known
How I miss you sitting there
In an ol' parlor rocking chair
Next to the stone fire place
With your knitting basket
Stuffed with steins of yarn
That familair old stained
Yellowed mitten pattern….
To make green dragon mittens
With the red mouths inside
And ohhh those shiny golden eyes
How much you loved them too
Making them smile at me
A little puppet to cheer me up
How much you made me laugh
How much I miss your soft voice
Singing all those fairy tales
And funny nursery rhymes
About spiders and beanstalks
Giants and princesses
Even a woman who kisses cows
Always a happy ending
Many years have gone by
But how you are never forgotten
Nor your gentle love ever loss
Now it is I, Grams, who sits
In your old parlor chair
Smiling at your memory

Got nothin' to say, and I'm sayin' it now,Just toss me a pen and I'll show ya how, I fiddle and scribble, the whole day through..reeking havoc in class the way I do..I disrupt my class on a daily basis,Just to watch the looks on those tortured faces,Who voted me the one most likely to fail,To spend 99 years in the county jail,And my teacher, poor thing, such dedication!,since they tripled her dose of medication, In time I'd be silenced by divine intervention,She assures me in sobs to pitiful to mention,Yes, I'm Johnny be good in your wildest dreams,And you never know what tomorrow brings, I might stay home,or I could drag in late,But whichever I choose is a dreadful fate, For the class, the school, and the public at large,Who humbly kneel to Johnny in charge!