Last Commented Childhood Poems (355)

Church bells were ringing.
Birds flew by singing.
The sun was bright.
Long had been the night.
A celebration of life.
All was perfectly right.


The precious babe was carried in.
To the place where one is forgiven.
Parents aglow following what they know.
Baptism of a new life was the show.


Mother and Father stood up proud.
And the newborn cried aloud.
Joy was the sound of the crowd.
As they lovingly gathered around.

The babe made happiness for one and all.
Many took time to hold the babe and sit.
What a Blessing to be baptized by the Father,
Son and Holy Spirit.

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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.

Stolen Innocence

In my minds eye I could never conceive
What was about to happen to me
My innocence was stolen just taken from me
By twisted minded individuals who didn't give a damn you see
They took what they wanted they didn't seem to care
it didn't matter the time
any place any where
The pain and suffering
I knew no better
At night in my bed
my pillow grew wetter  
Storms of confusion
swirl round in my head
Here a young child
Just wishing he were dead
To drugs and alcohol
I then would soon turn
To be a care free child
I really did yearn
As the numbness took over
I just wanted to feel
I would cut and I would burn
So that I'd know I was real
Really confused
about who and what I was
Not having a clue
About what was the cause
More attempts on my life
More drugs I would take
Wondering all along
is this real
Or is it all fake
Is this something I made up
In my twisted little mind
No I'm just reaching
For some way to cope
Instead of just sniffing
or shooting some dope
Reality sets in and
I know this is no joke
The night mares the crying
Just keeping me awake 
Will someone please help me
For goodness sake
Most of my life
Destroyed by addiction
Never really understanding
About my affliction
Always blaming myself
For what they had done
Not being able to deal
Always on the run

morning light
summer wind
fading glimpses
soon begin

apple for the teacher
filled with delight
putting on your jacket
don't leave my sight

playing ball
sure is great
hit a homer
now race around to the plate

sept again
pile on the bus
dressed in your best
just like all, you could trust

nervous as hell
with a face full of pimples
its prom time again
ask the one with the dimples

wow what a journey
filled with laughter and joy
this was my tale
from an author named Roy

Summer days,summer nights,
Summer roads, summer light.

Like summer love some are delights that don't get old.

Summer job, summer fun,
summer always on the run.

My summer's long my summer's short my summer's gone .

Dim lights
gallon drums

knarled fingers
upon the strum

stuck
the flickering ghosts

Of swinging playtime
higher to swing

One happy face
Eyes
to
lace

the momentum
of stitch
as grabbing nana's dress

around the heels
safety feels


frowning flowers
yellow blue

I remember you

lifting sky
one blue moon

I shall keep you safe
always

carved into


the white cocoon

Do you hear me,im trying to speak
so very young,emotionally weak
my innner thoughts,my only voice
think in silence,its not a choice.


Got things to say,to speak my mind
will you listen,it would be kind
look out the window,and dream away
a silent soul,the mind will play.


Thoughts they come,and then they go
what will be next,you never know
a spinning top,a mind so full
imagination becomes so dull


Years roll by,its still the same
fears and thoughts,an endless game
a healthy mind,a vital tool
dont overthink,dont be a fool...

When I was young and innocent,
All the ladies would say Oh My,
I had no idea what their intent,
Now am older I wonder Why,

As a child I was blessed with long lashes,
Big blue eyes of wonder,
How was I to know what those gals had under sashes,
Now am older I know I did blunder,

Growing up was like hail and thunder,
Splashes of sunshine between the rain,
Emotional spasms of desires hunger,
Moments of loves silence refrain,

Now much older and body slightly bent,
Eyes still glow with that bluey hue,
Women are always a mans intent,
I still have some growing to do.

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.

I had a dream
When I was small
I’d watch it play out
Against the wall

Though he came
As if a stranger
There never was
A lasting danger

Excitement then
He did invoke
And when he left
My heart was broke

The dreams they left
With childish pace
No more did I set
My eyes on his face

Now I’m grown
Those years long gone
Wisdom replaces
Fantasies of young

But in the dark
I lie down and smile
And dream of him
For a little while

My mind is open
My body awake
I give in to the touch
It’s his to take

So is it a dream
When touch is real
This tenderness
He makes me feel

Fantasy or Real
This man of the dark
I’ll see him again
In dreams I embark