Last Commented Childhood Poems (355)

Red chewy licorice vines,
Pink sticky bubble gum,
Dark chocolate candy bar,
Multi-colored sno-cones.

Icy cold lemonade,
Sticky sweet popcorn balls,
Pulling stretchy taffy,
Toffee hard as nails.

Hot summer lazy days,
Swinging in the hammock,
Running through the sprinkler,
Water balloon fights.

Singing by the campfire,
Slapping itchy mosquitos,
Diving head first into the lake,
Laughing at the monkey cage.

I think I have crossed off,
All things on my To-Do list,
The rest of the day is mine to enjoy,
And have the fun I did as a kid!

Riddle me, rhyme me
Look around and maybe you’ll find me…

Chase me around the chair
Reaching out you grab thin air…

Twirling to an fro
Giggles and laughter as I go…

Riddle me, rhyme me
Look around and maybe you’ll find me…

The young or the old
Can be silly let this be told..

A skip and a hop
See if you can toss me a tootsie pop…

Riddle me, rhyme me
Look around and maybe you’ll find me…


~Author Elina Rawlins~

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..

A babe is born naked and pure,
A blank slate of infinite promise.
From his arrival into our world,
We teach and preach and tutor.
We define all his limitations;
Educating him in all that cannot be,
Finding and sorting and showcasing his faults.
We bless him with our dysfunctions,
Teach him our skillful conflict resolution
And chip away tirelessly at the magic.
We clip his wings and hold back things
And mold him, forming him, shaping him,
making him, glazing him and baking him,
Hardening him into what is proper and good
And we do it all with love.

dimly waking in early morning
tears slowly well in my lids
i hear your sweet voice singing
a noteworthy morning surprise

a quick high note follows long chord
and angelic you appear in the room
I, now, down hallway look perplexed
unsure how we got here from dawn

remember back to front door stoop
toddling citizens passing on lawn
the tea iced our throats, mint cool
as ants lined the cracks of June

the peanut buttered crumbs bounced
from bread to knee to walk
the ants, mini Atlas's grab 'n haul
the newfound booty back to den

each kind cares for it's own
observers only in other societies
i look at you as you coo progeny
gently mentoring generations coming

be day or night, the time we got
together is what life's all about
sweet strains of song hummed 'n sung
bring me back to us, where we belong

© agoodguy2have 2010-07-29

I sit upon this old porch swing.
The creaking, moaning sounds, it sings.
Weathered wood and rusty chains.
The youth I had, through thoughts regained.

Between the trees a flicker flash of light.
At dusk, a humid, breeze less night.
Children chasing glowing stars.
To hold them tight in Mason jars.

Barefoot babes, green tarnished knees.
Playing games between the trees.
Mother May I, Hide And Seek.
Count to ten and don't you peek.

Memories come play with me.
Fill my mind so happily.
Remember slumber time on swing.
For this my mind to me did bring.

I sit upon this old porch swing.
The creaking, moaning sounds, it sings.
Weathered wood and rusty chains.
The youth I had, through thoughts remain.

I started out as an idea, place in a lady’s head,
She fashioned me of porcelain, and I listened as she said,
“For you I'll give you golden locks and eyes of baby blue,
And rosy cheeks and lips of red and pretty lashes too.”
I'll make you dimples on each cheek, and one upon your chin,
For you a smile just will not do, you'll have a special grin.
I'll give your eyes a loving spark, with just a dash of white,
And make them glisten happily, a clear glaze will catch the light.
I'll make some tiny stockings, and a pair of bloomers too,
And a slip made out of satin, trimmed in lace will only do.
I'll make for you a velvet dress, and a bonnet just to match,
I'll put upon your tiny feet, shoes that have a golden latch.
I'll fix your long and golden hair, into shiny finger curls,
And tie them with a long silk bow, that falls gently as it swirls.
I'll make your colors soft and sweet, as if in a flowered field,
I'll weave for you a basket, a cradled bouquet will be revealed.
I'll sign your nape with loving care, and place you in full view,
For you came from a loving heart, your life is now anew.
A little girl will come one day, and hold you oh so tight,
And whisper secrets in your ears, and pray with you at night.
She'll feel the love that created you, and gave to you your life,
And you'll be there to comfort her, though her hardest times of strife.
You'll share her joys and her pain, and to her you'll be so true,
What little girl upon this earth wouldn't want A Doll Like You?”

Her name was Christine Edwards
Wih pigtail hair
And I adored her
From the next desk
Whilst she ignored me,
With a playground push.

She liked me rolling
On the ground
And making funny noises

To make her laugh

Then Christmas came

And I walked her home
With Mistletoe scratching my flimsy pocket.

And finally, outside her house.
I took it out, with funny noises.
And held it above
Her head
And she laughed loudly.
And pushed me away.
And went inside,
And closed the door.

And I stood smiling,
In the cold fog air,
And tasted salt,

As the tears
Kissed my lips.

Friday night again, the eve before the weekend, I must stock up again, before Saturday dawns....

I wait until everyone's asleep, before tip toeing to the kitchen, with a brown paper bag, I hastily fill it...But carefully does it so it doesn't go missing....

I take a handful of cornflakes, as much as a six year old's hand can, I place them carefully in my brown paper bag, the flakes stick to my tiny fingers and my hand...

A slice of bread I add, I break it in to pieces, and usually I add some raisins for their sweet taste, and finally some chewing gum, as it was my favorite and it seemed to last for ages...

I carefully tip toe back to my bed, happy with my haul, I add my only possessions, a finger puppet in the shape of a teddy, and a little shiny marble...

It's 8am, Saturday has dawned, My brown paper bag hidden in my pyjamas..with my usual look of sadness, always withdrawn and forlorn....

'It's time' my father beckons me, I get out of my bed, the set of draws, the fourth draw down is open, I climb in and lay myself down, the draw is pushed closed, darkness now falls...

'Not a sound from you, or any form of movement' my father tells me, as the sound of lock and key begins my weekend of solitude, fear, hunger and torment....

These were my weekends for all my childhood years, filled with silence, darkness and unmentionable fears....

And a man I became, with my own thoughts and beliefs, no more hurt, or spoilt weekends, no endless silence or grief...

My time now given to children, to those in similar suffering, a modern day rescuer, my life devoted to end all forms of hurt, and instead allow the childhood of today to be lived and enjoyed as it always should be....

a glass his the floor,
you can hear fighting through the door,
so you hold your pillow close,
and say that tonight it'll all be fine,
well then they,
they brake down the door into your room,
you see the tears in your mothers eyes,
is this were you want to be?
in the middle of this screaming fight,
you cant take it anymore,
so you loose it,
just let it go,
then brake free from all the lies,
that they told you,
just let it go,
cuz youll be fine on your own...


on your own