Most Liked Childhood Poems (355)

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.

DEAR LORD,
I NEED TO KNOW THIS FOR SURE,
WAT IS IT YOU WANT ME TO DO,
AND HOW WILL I KNOW THAT ITS TRUE,
THAT THIS CALLING IS FROM YOU,
COS IVE CLIMBED THE MOUNTAINS
TO THE SKIES
CROSSED THE RIVERS WIDE
FROM THE RIVERS TO THE SEAS,
EVEN THROUGH THE DEEP,
WEN I SEARCHED HIGH AND BELOW
AND LEFT NO STONES UNTURNED
FOUND IT WAS ALWAYS IN YOUR WORD.

The Screaming'

Piercing ! shrill is this sound corrupting the unbreakable silent stare,
of unmatched tormented bonds ,incarceration of the consciousness.
Blood soaked and razor edged barbs confining any visions of a futuristic glance,
yet still able to echo through winding ,dark chasms of reminiscence and helplessness.

I chance to dare my self some utterance in embroilment of my fears
though within this void am I cognizant of that which is forged of leather shackles
beyond starvation of love and banished to secluded worlds.
Hardly enough content in the isolation of numerous ,timeless and repetitious tears.

Blemish of scars that have scrolled they're torment deeply since long past flesh,
by one who would defy all of worth of me,and brandish the name of 'Father',but still
purchase a need to reinforce in me as of being nothing more than that of a 'Bastard'.
Holding me fast with bone crushing will, in so much fury, I dare not look into his face.

In violence of thunderous storms,strike upon bone,whilst under lightning flashed
rage.
Crawling on the crimson blood stained surface of which I am strewn aimlessly
across a broken and uncertain promise in shattered glass.
My archaic,self indulgent, chaotic task master throws me to an unforeseeable cage.
Without locks upon doors, are these walls without chains to abandon the physical
manifestations.

With all that has passed, my mind will seek a price for solace,but then should
solace afford of such a price within anguish of guilt.
In raptured cries of night unto which I release to all, who bear witness of torturous,
unrecognizable and unsighted revenge.
So then to my trust,not even to whom that may trespass against nightmare or dream,
Faulting the hurt of my own visitations of deeds that to me have been done.
I convene my search for reason ,but inwardly the soulless self will be in knowledge
that 'Forever will I scream'

'Why'

Why is it so that I must feel such pain,
Why is it so that my tears should fall as rain.
Why is it so that I am so emotionally blind,
Why is it so that voices torment me in my mind,
Why is it in this world that I feel so scared,
Why is it nobody saw me ,or even showed that they cared.
Why is it that I feel so defiled,
Why is it a crime for me to just want to be a child.!!!

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

Perhaps the odderman
floats on his back
a world above and below
in the middle he rows
taking life as he goes
air and sea,
breath air and see
the odder man is me
equilibrium is where I lie
sinking when I dive
for food is what we strive
only to add to the hive
odderman yes the odder man
I can Ican
even is for steven
Not the otterman

A baby is born, what do you see?
A baby dolphin swimming in our sea
Swimming and swimming day by day
After a few months comes time to play.

Playing and playing day by day
After a few months the babe puts on display,
Jumping and diving day by day!
What fun it is to see such array.

After a few months the babe has grown all bold and strong.
Swimming, diving, hunting with joy, living life day by day.

After a few months all settled and alone exploring the world is what should be done.
Meeting others and being with friends is life and how it could be done.
One day or more the time will come a baby is now something more
A parent, an entertainer, maybe a hunter too, in the end we find our purpose so they say and by then we do what our hearts have to say living life and living it proud.

A baby is born, what do you see?
A baby dolphin swimming in our sea
Swimming and swimming day by day
After a few months comes time to play.

Playing and playing day by day
After a few months the babe puts on display,
Jumping and diving day by day!
What fun it is to see such array.

After a few months the babe has grown all bold and strong.
Swimming, diving, hunting with joy, living life day by day.

After a few months all settled and alone exploring the world is what should be done.
Meeting others and being with friends is life and how it could be done.
One day or more the time will come a baby is now something more
A parent, an entertainer, maybe a hunter too, in the end we find our purpose so they say and by then we do what our hearts have to say living life and living it proud.

~> sWEET dREAMS ~ mY lOVE ~>

~> tAKE sLUMBER'S fLIGHT ~>

~> 'n gLIDE aLL nIGHT ~>

> sTRAIGHT > dOWN > 'tIL > dAWN >

~> uNTIL rOBIN'S sONG ~>

~> wHERE ~> gOES ~> tHAT ~>

~> sWEET ~> tWEET ~> tWEET !!

!! kISS~nITE ~> sLEEP~tIGHT !!

~> sWEET dREAMS ~> mY lOVE !!

~> lOVE ~> dAVID ~>

~> pS: wOULD yOU rEAD mE a sTORY ??!

~> wHAT>a>'bOUT>A>lUL~LA~BYE ??!

There was this young boy
who grew up fast to find no joy
street smart,work ethics made him wise
proving to family and friends much surprise
trapped in this spiral of child labour
reasoning with parents found no favour
after a seven year job fast
he had his freedom at last
young girls were his joy
running wild was he boy oh boy
rebelling was the answer to the law
this was his undoing as he soon saw
soon this young man became a father
learning to budget,shave and lather
the trophy wife at his side
25 years was all she would bide
now alone with his offspring
she the daughter the joy she bring
looking again for special mate
right now nothing on his plate
hopefully soon the gods will send
a lady that he will defend
at this half journey of his life
he knows he needs a wife
a union of two souls
who will eat from same bowl
this companion,this Eve
is the one who is to weave
the final chapter of this book
this road on which i took