Last Commented Childhood Poems (355)

Our relationship has always been rocky
sometimes I felt you hated me,
controlled by mixed emotions
was this the way it would always be?

Years went by without a kind gesture
all I wanted was to make you proud,
while hidden behind fear I trembled
my ears heard your voice oh so loud.

Escape seemed to be my only salvation
I ran directly to someone else’s arms,
I replaced you with yet another imposter
once again a victim placed within harm.

I’m not sure how to break the cycle
seems this is all I have ever known,
scared to run for fear of the danger
stifled by insecure feelings now of my own.

I know I can run but I can no longer hide
from the anguish that thrives deep inside,
placed there during a childhood of trauma
I now hide it well in order to survive.

There must be somewhere I can find tranquility
though I’ve heard we reap from the seeds that we’ve sown,
a conscience decision to move past a life of repetition
while reclaiming an identity that I have never known.


LynnC1955

There was once a child,
With a heart so mild.
She was carefree, happy and gay
All day long she would play.

"come help with the dishes"
mother would say,
"Clean up your room,"
Mother would give a broom.

The child grew up,young and pretty.
She would see mother toiling at home.
To help her, she wouldn't think,
To read a story, she would aim.

The child got married, a mother she became,
"Come help with the work,"
She would call out,
To the children now big and stout.

She'd get wild, they would not hear
She'd shout, they did not fear
Then she sat, on a stool,
Her memories as warm as wool.

She remembered the times
Her mother's voice chimed
How she must have needed,
The help, the child avoided

"Oh mama, now I know," she whispered,
It is so late now she knows,
she walked back to her tasks,
She knew she must toil

In this rat race, little do we know
we must endure similar encounters
of people whose pleas, we have not
heeded, we have ignored.

Why don't you let my play Yahtzee?
Are you some kind of Nazi?
Im sorry if my sense of humor is dry
I never meant for anyone to cry
To you I may be a kid with no respect
Your friends think I'm the reject
I don't feel bad when we fight
You never admit that someone else is right
It doesn't matter what I do
When will you get a clue?
You haven't helped mom in four years
All she has are struggling tears
Its all because of your narrow mind
That is what makes you blind

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

a whisper goes from door to door
the gypsies are in town
mothers usher their children in the safety of the house

the laundry is taken of the line in a hurry
in the house quick quick
doors get locked now
they are never locked

a little girl peeks out the window
she knows what has been said
the gypsies take the little children

the little girl with blond curly hair
she loves the gypsy girls
their long black hair
the shiny golden earrings
she wishes they take her

the gypsies park their big cars and campers by the stream
they have fun making music and dance
the little girl knows because
her brother took her there

at night in her bed she prays
please god let me be a gypsy girl too
so I can play and dance and sing
but god don't want her to

the gypsies leave town
things are back to normal again
the little girl looks out the window
and silent says good bye

maybe next year you will take me
and her mothers thread:
"if you are bad I will sell you to the gypsies"
still clear in her head

I will be bad then my mom will sell me
I can dance and sing and play all I want
and I won't be punished ever again
for I will be

a gypsy!

I lay here alone with a wondering soul
I open my eyes, to a big black hole
Can anyone here me wanting and needing
Like a baby I cry, like missing a feeding

My views change, from time to time
On how people treat life like an ongoing crime
The fear is high and the expectation is low
How can I look around and mentally grow

I love to watch a small child smile
But know whats around that, is nothing but vile
This seems to be the world we are in
Full of murder and change, and cold blooded sin

I want to take these thoughts and remember that smile
And look up at the clouds, with hope for a while
Because despite the bad and messed up ways
I must look deeper and deeper, to live my days

mommy i needed you but you were never there.

i cryed but you just didnt care

i was a child to young to understand,

all of your lies I now know.

I know who you really are.

you make me sad with all the pain that you have brought me.

the ways that you that tought me mommy are all wrong and I have to learn to be me all over again.

the strength I once had I have to rebuild.

mommy I am not happy with you and I have never been but one day when i buy you some flowers and look to the sky I hope you realize twhat you have done to me

I pirhouette on my coiled spring
Looking after pretty things
My face a beautiful, painted smile
Dancing, smiling for my happy child
No need to rush, no destination
Not held back by any reservations
I smile, dance and sing a little tune
Hands in the air as if touching the moon
She smiles when she hears me sing
For I look after her beloved rings
I merrilly dance in a pretty pink frock
I am the ballerina in a child's jewellery box

Silver stars shine .
The moon has blossmed
Magical Wisdom
Nights air is still
gives light and clairity
Peaceful warrior
Fairy queen passoniate dreamer
Born to awaken inner child has spoken
Will live to give and fight to live
Feelings of a kid ,The right to speak your mind
Keep it simple .
Love & Light
Nancy

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