Last Commented Childhood Poems (355)

A crowd of hundreds milling about
Syncopated steps of a thousand feet
Trampled grass giving way underfoot
Litter strewn randomly without thought
Wooden booths with games of all kinds
Corn dogs, cotton candy, soft drinks
Chatter mixed with music of whimsy
Rides twist and turn, stop for new riders
Laughter and squeals of delight
Families enjoying a night of enjoyment
And on one dark bench in the corner
A small, crying child sits – unnoticed
A face, lost in the crowd of hundreds

A little girl so alone in a world
a magic friend comes into her life
now they will never be parted
now they are best friends forever
Jasmine and the magic puff ball
together they will change the world never wanting darkness again
Trust me trust me darlin
now is do or die
tremins around
he'll always be found
but with a simple wish they knock back into the shadows
of your heart
Jasmine and tinkie there till the end
never before has there been such good friends

For my biological mother
sent me to men to make
money you see.
That was the way it
was back then for me.
I was only a child
of four or five yrs.
but i remember it as
if it was yesterday.
She told me that was
just the way it was
always going to be
for M E .
The men they touched
me in each and every
place then they sent me
on my way.
No body cared that i
cried my mother told
me i never should of
been B O R N i
should of D I E D.
She told me that from
drunk blood shot eye.
If i made a scene she
would get real mean.
She would beat on me
for i was bother to her.
I was a mistake from
the begin to end.
Now i know that was
not true i was here
and i was not going
to just disappear.

I need my mind and
my body to be free.
I need this childhood
memory to go away
i just can not let
it stay.
It makes me feel
sad and blue i
just do not know
what to do.
I sit and think
and wonder why
this reality can
not run and hide.
I can not let it
just be for i
need to be free.
I need the memory
to go away while
i stay.
I can not let this
sadness drown me.
I need those
to know what it
was like for me.
Back when my
body did not
belong to me.
Now i look and
wonder why no
one heard my cry.

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.

Here she is just three years old,
And loves to dance about.
She spins around on her tiny toes,
And she gets dizzy and falls to the ground.
She gets right up and wiggles her hips,
And runs about with a jump and a kick.
The little dancer has her own little style,
She made her parents laugh and smile.
When the music stops to play,
She gives a bow and walks away.
Sue Lee Hart

Out of the earth came sensational fire
Red hot glowing charred embers under me
Careful to walk in such fiery mire
Cautious about burns in the third degree

Standing still over the cauldron's hot edge
I watch smoke pilloring high overhead
Raising my arms to pray and make my pledge
What to do when I see the dragon's head

Enchanted lands beyond mythical lore
Keeping a child listenning in a trance
Imagination to brace oneself for
Mighty as St George with his golden lance

The fun and thrill of those bedtime stories
When chilverly was "Memento Mori"

am i too far away from the finish line?
do u see me at night? i walk that very line
that dark, dark line.

i wanna lie with you
i wanna lose this.
street-walking? really?
is this really what its come to be?

right now, think, and be honest

do you think without the troubles
you wouldn't be who you are?
do you think without the love
time alone wouldn't seem so far?

how deep are your regrets?
are they things you won't forget?
would you change the past
just to lose the pain?
or would you carry on living
and never feel the same?

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.

It's one of those wonders that takes one's breath,
the birth of a child from an experience near death.
A Mother's nine months coming to full completion,
as her little bundle of joy provides her sheer elation.

This miracle of birth that keeps all races running,
these babies void of prejudice and all evil shunning.
Smiles to them are welcome, all hugs warmly received,
a baby's sense of true goodness in mankind is believed.

No concern about their looks, no need to powder their faces,
no worries about their peers or being seen in cool places.
Life for a baby is simple, wonderfully free of stress & demands,
all they have to do is coo, giggle and smile within our hands.

It's to bad that the purity and bliss of a babies innocent life,
can't last longer than it does in this world filled with strife.
The lessons they learn these babies born around the world,
like anger, hatred and ugly foul words carelessly being hurled.

Their purity and innocence given to them from a loving God,
is mindlessly taken from them like a bank vault being robbed.
We take their innocence and replace it with ugly dirt and filth,
their purity we trample under foot without a single sign of guilt.

The examples we give toward one another and upon our T.V. set,
shows these babies how to act for the things they want, then get.
Their innocence and charm to us, no longer their pure, selfless gift,
tis now time to compete with us in causing their own selfish rift.

What happens that we cluelessly spoil such beauty in a child,
to cause something so pure and right to go so wrongfully wild?
Will the time ever come when man realizes the damage he does,
or will generation next be completely oblivious with a buzz?