Most Liked Childhood Poems (355)

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It's 8am, Saturday has dawned, My brown paper bag hidden in my pyjamas..with my usual look of sadness, always withdrawn and forlorn....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

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.

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..

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

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.

I sat down beside him.

"I like cheese on toast, wiv peanut butter on top, and jam,
But...Sardines and tomatoes... That's my fav'rit",
Pulling a face now,Shaking his head,
"Don't like ham".

I smiled.

A four year old boy,
sat in a rubbish strewn yard, rats running around,
Playing with an old wooden toy.
He had dirt engrained hands and face,
Short trousers, scuffed and bleeding knees.
"I falled over, it's only a scratch",
I dabbed at them with my handkerchief.
Tough little blighter,
Knew better than to ask for anything at all with a "Please",

"You're a copper aint'cha...?"
"I can tell.... Mom'll be back soon. She'll give you 'ell".
No I thought, she won't,
She's gone to prison for a long time...Right now, she’s sat in a cell.

I took a deep breath.

"Come with me", I said,
"I'll take you away from here,
I know where you can get,
The greatest sardines and tomatoes you ever saw,
On best bread".

His face lit up.

Not looking back, we picked our way to the broken down gate.
I held his hand tight, to the waiting car I led.

Alone she sits in her cold
Freezing room

Wondering to herself what she now should do

She stares at her doll,
That is naked and bare

And gets a pair of scissors, and cuts off its long beautiful hair

She pokes the dolls eyes out
And scribbles on its face
stabbing its body, out of pure hate

But she doesn't cry, lest anyone asks

Hey little girl, what are the secrets you have to mask?

Shhh she says, to the mutilated doll, don't shed one tear

For if you tell anyone I will hurt you more, and you will have, oh so much more to fear

so be strong my little doll, just for me

Because I all on my own always have to be



She hears footsteps coming and climbs into her freezing cold bed

Feeling even colder, as the bedroom door opens wide

Now Wishing and praying, that she was dead

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~

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!

Do you remember me?
I have never forgotten
You; my first love,
My first kiss.

Our walks home from
School, holding hands,
Giggling, always smiling
At each other, making no
Sense to anyone, but
Ourselves.

How we parted when
We reached the empty
Lot that was my
Short cut home, we
Just stood there,
On the sidewalk
Facing each other and
Telling each other
How much we loved.

It was then I kissed you,
We both were shocked; but
We giggled even harder.
We said bye, I trudged the
Path that led to the street
I lived on, stopping every
Few feet, turning, calling your
Name and waving at you,
And you to me.

Until trees and other
Houses blocked my sight of you.
We were seven, in love for
Eternity.

Sadly, I cannot remember
The face nor name of
The woman that helped
In my journey to manhood;
You with dirty blonde hair,
And blue eyes shall be
In my mind to the day
And the moment I take
My last breath.