Last Commented Childhood Poems (355)

You raise them up,
then they run away
and shout at you from a distance.

Forgetting how you held them
close and marveled at the fact
you were so blessed.

Giving them your all
and now browbeating is an art
aimed at you.

What happened to all
the good my child,
was I only dreaming- no not I.

Forever you are captured
in my heart despite your false
and hurtful wailing.

The stones you throw
may sting and bruise,
but cannot change what is within.

A true mother loves
despite the storms that pelt away
at time.

Forever you'll be
in my heart-forever you'll
be mine.

As I see the door fridge open,
I run and hop with glee,
Mum has opened the door of that fridge for me

She goes to the cupboard,and open's the press for me,
and out pops that shiny spoon as my eye's light up with glee

She pull's off the lid carefully,just for little me,
as I sit down beside her,I can't wait to get stuck in quickly

For I am all yoghurt now,sticky as can be,but I can wear a big Yoghurt smile for the whole wide world to see.

Years have passed, we may have moved away
But the scars you left us are forever there to stay
Years have passed, but I still remember it well
My only safe place, called home
Turned into a living hell
Day after day I was scared to enter the home door
Scared of the broken glass, yet to be found on the floor
Will it be another night of pain and tears?
Or will he be sober and spare us of our fears?
This question over and over, day after day
Hoping for the demon inside my father to go away
But he kept drinking and screaming
Giving alcohol another meaning


My mom and sister started crying
A huge fist slams on the table, silence came
But on the inside we were terrified, slowly dying
I did not have the strength to stand up against him
Knowing how strong he is, my chance of succeeding would be very thin
Once in our beds we hoped he fell asleep downstairs
So we could sleep peacefully, without any violence and flying chairs
We had our peacefull moments when he was asleep
Those were the times we could safely weep
That thought had to wait
Since he was coming up, he's back to make us afraid
I covered my ears, not wanting to hear
Any horror that might happen, shivvering in fear


The sun finaly arrived, giving me my first embrace
Quickly I remove the tears on my face
And prepare myself for another day at school
Time to put on another fake smile and act all cool
As if nothing had happened

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!

When I am sad I do not play
I take a walk down to the bay.

I walk along the seas shore waiting for some to call
I look at the cliffs they look burned.

Then I go, go home until I c u again .

Long, long ago in school we played,
And history books were being made.
A sod of turf from bog so rotten,
T'is amazing how,
We have forgotten....

Cold feet, cold hands, class room bare,
Most of the kids with knotty hair.
On wooden bench we'd sit our bottoms,
T'is amazing how,
We have forgotten....

Teacher roar, Teacher shout,
In one ear, the other out.
The learning in our heads was trobbing,
But, its amazing how,
We have forgotten....

Eating lunch, with ice cold milk,
Those hard harsh days would make you think.
The soles of our shoes,
With holes from trotting,
Again, amazing how,
We have forgotten....

But did we really forget at all,
We remember a lot from when we're small.
The history,
The hair,
The heads that were trobbing,
I don't think there's a lot,
We have forgotten....


Liza Mc Beth....
12/3/05....

Tararara boem de ry
Mamma het weer n vark gekry.
Een wat drink en mense slaan.
Gou kruip weg, hier kom hy.

Tararara boem de ry
hy sal jou in jou bed kom kry.
af in die gang, jy en die vark
terwyl hy jou waskamer toe lei.

Tararara boem de ry
Hy het in ons flat kom bly.
voor die tv waar hy sit en suip.
terwyl jy stikkend in jou bed gaan kruip.

Tararara boem de ry
my ma op die badkamer vloer gekry.
bloed wat by haar ore en neus uit loop
als vir haar radio om drank te koop.

Tararara boem de ry
ons moet nou by hom gaan bly
die hof maak toe daai besluit
vir n maand was ons in n badkamer
toe gelsuit......

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......

War through a teenagers eyes.

Now so many years later i close my eyes.
I smell the man i lost so long ago,
The paint and thinners he used to wash his hands,(he was a sign writer), the smoke and rich tobacco that always was him,
His hug was soft and strong.

The shirt and pants always smeared with greese and paint, he was always fixing or creating something:-) and he always had time to show us.

And then, that Man was in a starched shirt and smart pants, his jacket was ironed and perfect, the cuffs so smart, and his hug was suddenly not so soft, the cloths were to ruff and formal.

He had to leave us and he suddenly had no time, they took him away and gave him back for such short times.

Then one day, two men dressed just like him came, they looked the same, the cuffs were just as perfect.

They came to say they would not be sending him back,
They took him and his hugs, his smell and they never gave him back.

I still smell him in the air like now, but i miss his hugs.

I saw very little ahead of me
I just saw what had to be done everyday
In the school,in the play ground,in the house and in the kitchen
To study,to play,to fight,to argue and to clean and wash my house
I saw nothing and I heard nothing beyond the words that I heard or that I spoke.
I lived like a machine and I liked them,the machines,their grinding and deafening sounds.
I liked to hear the sounds of the bullets fired in the sky,the fighter jets conducting air raids overhead.
I used to get thrilled seeing people running with gleaming steel swords at each other.
I liked the coaching that I got in fighting and in drawing.
But I never could enter an army where I went nor did I become some artist.
Cause I saw very little of what I could be.
I saw very little of what I should be.
It was a dream city where I lived and
I haven't grown any further than what I was
When I left it a quarter of a century back
Some call me a wall,some a machine and others a rock
But I never could see what they meant
I am not the wall,but
There is a wall that separates them from me
There is a machine in me cause
I loved them more, when boys were chasing girls
I was racing and chasing toy cars and buses
And building aircrafts and sailing them in air
I still see nothing ahead of me but
machines and concrete buildings stretching as far as I can see
And thats all how far I can see
I do not see months,years or weeks ahead of me,but just
A few moments or a day ahead of me.
I like spades.I used it with my hands and I am not shy of calling it
So,to others.