Most Liked Childhood Poems (355)

All the world's a stage,
And all the men and women merely players:
They have their exits and their entrances;
And one man in his time plays many parts,
His acts being seven ages. At first the infant,
Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms.
And then the whining school-boy, with his satchel
And shining morning face, creeping like snail
Unwillingly to school. And then the lover,
Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad
Made to his mistress' eyebrow. Then a soldier,
Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard,
Jealous in honour, sudden and quick in quarrel,
Seeking the bubble reputation
Even in the cannon's mouth. And then the justice,
In fair round belly with good capon lined,
With eyes severe and beard of formal cut,
Full of wise saws and modern instances;
And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts
Into the lean and slipper'd pantaloon,
With spectacles on nose and pouch on side,
His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide
For his shrunk shank; and his big manly voice,
Turning again toward childish treble, pipes
And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all,
That ends this strange eventful history,
Is second childishness and mere oblivion,
Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.

A beautiful day it really seems to be
A subtle happiness promising more
And seduces away any harm or alarms
What a day to be me

Grandma is cooking blueberry pie
From the berries i picked yesterday
The house smells of a lazy country delight
Oh my what a lovely day to be me

The smell of pinecone trees greet me
As i walk out the door
The neighborhood welcomes me with wide open arms
What a day to be me


Watching down the dirt road of family and friends
Smiles, waves, hugs, and kisses to no end
No one can pass through here without shaking a friendly hand
I love the kids here at the home-made lemonade stand
Running and playing being young while they can
The simple pleasures pass some like time with sand

But here i am thinking happily
What a beautiful day to be me in NC

Ok, so its 4:30am here and im just in from the pubs/clubs and felt like a little rhyme, they are all similar in the type of verse i use, im still not sure what its called, but this type of rhyming sure has a name..


Ode to me hero....

It must be hard,
being who you are,
with a world so welcoming,
yet you come from afar

Your more than a bird,
your more than a plane,
your more than a face,
whizzing past a train

You give people hope,
they sleep sound,
knowing your there,
knowing your around

Your all thats good,
all i hope to be,
it makes me look,
for special things inside of me.

your crimson cape,
flashes up high,
the crowd cheers,
and i start to sigh...

for the people reading,
they just dont see,
for i am you,
and you are me

this poen is about,
who i need to be,
not just a hero,
a man with a dream

I cannot bleed,
I cannot die,
I look at the world,
and again i sigh

i want to be human,
i want to be free,
its really not easy,
to be me....

Sitting on the gate with Meg,Sue and Jane
Waiting for the boys
Where are those lads in scruffy clothes
Still playing with their toys?

Here comes Jimmy swaggering
Catapult in hand
He's wondering what Bill and George
Have deviously planned.

Jumping down we greet our pal
As other boys join in
Hopping with excitement now
Making such a din.

Down the lane we tumble
What mischief shall we plan
Scrumping in the orchard
On Farmer Giles's land.

A butterfly with outstretched wings
Warms up in the morning sun
Wonder where he goes at night
When the day is done.

Let's make a camp in yonder wood
Play hide and seek or track
I'd love to be alone in there
With Jimmy's brother Jack!

How time has flown since first we met
Down by the garden gate
My own young ones now take my place
As down the path they wait.

Have you ever felt soft and surrendered
Dropped your guard and gone
Back to where you were raised?

Felt your daydream pour on you
Like warm spring rain?
'Til your childhood home
Showed through the haze?

Found yourself horseback with Dad and Papaw
Heaven's sake, you were just a kid

The day's work behind
Now Mom's supper in view,
Can you just taste it, 'cause ya'll I just did.

Disappeared in the spell of Mom's kitchen
Fresh bread baking, and flour in her hair
Roast beef filling the oven, smelling for miles,
If your journey's like mine, we're both there.

She raised near everything, cucumbers and corn
Tomatoes, strawberries, peas and beans
No holding back when feeding her crew,
Enough for an army, know what I mean?

After supper there'd be pie and coffee
Homemade ice cream for kids and Mamaw
We'd all race to the porch just to listen,
About wild country Papaw once saw.

Easy ride, if you let your thoughts roam
Back to your family, good food and great times
To that special place,
We all just call HOME.

PER CHANCE TO CHANCE A CHANGE

PER CHANCE TO START MY HEART AGAIN
APART, TOGETHER AND NEVER PART AGAIN
PER CHANCE TO FIT AND FLY OUR WINGS AGAIN
WHILE A SULTRY SERAPHIM SINGS AGAIN

YOU CAME TO MAKE MY BLOOD FLOW ONCE MORE
A LOVE TO COME AND GROW ONCE MORE
NEVER AGAIN SHALL I WATCH WONDER WALK AWAY
WHEN TEMPERENCE IS MADE TO SPEAK TODAY

TO HOLD,TO TOUCH, TO FEEL AGAIN
TO FINLLY ACTUALLY HEAL AGAIN
TO FEEL THAT SPARK AND IGNITE THE DARK
TO LEAVE OUR TEARS BEHIND AND LEAVE OUR MARK

I PRONOUNCE, I PROCLAIM I CLAIM OUR AIM IS HOPE
I CONDEMN, I CONTRON AND CONJOLE OUR WAY TO COPE
I,WISHED NOT THAT CLOSE SO NO ONE EVER KISSED ME
I, A SEQUESTERED SOUL WHO WENT NOWHERE SO NO ONE MISSED ME

AS FALLEN LEAVES FROM A MAPLE TREE
AS THE SOUND OF HER HUSH WILL ENABLE ME
LET TWO WHO FLEW ONCE AGAIN SWEEP THE SKY
SINCE OUR UNION CRUCIFIED THE WORD "GOODBYE"
(C) 2011...she by way of ~free cee!~

This will be the forth attempt at posting THIS poem only for them to eveporate into the ether:
PER CHANCE TO CHANCE A CHANGE

PERHAPS TO START MY HEART AGAIN
PARTED BUT N'ERE EVER PART AGAIN
PER CHANCE TO SPREAD OUR WINGS AGAIN
WHEN A SULTRY SERAPHIM SINGS AGAIN

YOU CAME TO MAKE MY BLOOD FLOW ONCE MORE
A SHED LOVER WHO ARRIVED TO KNOW ONCE MORE
NAY SHALL I EVER WATCH WONDER WALK AWAY
WHEN TEMPERANCE IS HEARD TO TALK TODAY

TO HOLD, TO TOUCH, TO FEEL AGAIN
TO FINAllY AND ACTUALLY HEAL AGAIN
TO FEEL THAT SPARK AND LIGHT THE DARK
WE WILL LEAVE FOR TOMORROW AND LEAVE OUR MEMORABLE MARK

I PROCLAIM, I DISCLAIM I CLAIM OUR AIM BE HOPE
I CONDEMN, I CONTROL I CAUSE A WAY TO COPE
I WANTED NO ONE NEAR ME SO I HAVE NEVER BEEN THUSLY KISSED
AND WAS A SEQUESTERED SOUL SO NO ONE EVER MISSED ME

LIKE FALLEN LEAVES FROM A MAPLE TREE
WITH HER WORDS OF WISDOM TO ENABLE ME
TWO WORLDS APART AS FOREVER DRAWS NIGH
SINCE WE TOOK OUT OUR VOCABULARY AND TOOK OUT THE WORD "GOODBYE"
(C) 2011.....~free cee!~
okay let's see if i can get on the page!

AWARE DOESN'T MEAN I CARE
so it's like i'm hanging out at a bar one night
and I met Nadine under the neon light
we had a very nice conversation and i thought being friends was alright
but she had another agenda so as to hide from the bright

oh yes, says she, and commands with such conviction
and then her leaving without saying goodbye made fiction non-fiction
because i thought she and me might be friends the way it was meant to be
her to ease the pain of losing the closest one to me
and i to help her when help be her plea

but you see one must see past the flaws of an ex-friend
except when they're not willing to flex or to bend
one day I thought we were friends the next i was grieving
because that's what i aways do when a friend doesn't say she's leaving
(c) 2011 (as if this has to copywritten, it's only to one unforgiving, oblivious and heartless soul who found a way to have a falling out for a reason sshe caused in the first place.....twice.....poets are supposed to have soul enough to say "hey, i did make it seem like we were friends and then took off without a word, maybe he had a reason to feel abandoned, betrayed and all by someone who wanted his help as well...maybe it's easier to say "I enjoy living alone" than iit is easier than to say, "i wish i had someone to live the rest of my life with, but maybe I keep
making the same damned mistake. some people never become AWARE!
~free!~

and i MEAN THAT DEVOUTLY it's just most of your e-mails are like telling me stuph i've long ago lost intest in....such as if i use a word out of context, despite the fact that i did it purposelly....i just want people to wake up and think about Jesus, whether or not He was The Son Of Man i do not know, but I can say with surety that a man named Jesus of Nazareth walked this earth....now think about what a world this would be if everyone lived as He proscribed. I wouldn't be an arrogant moron, the first Bush didn't want war, no babies are ever killed, sexually mutilated and thown into the nearest dumpster. Methinks my Lord and Savior would frown upon what we are doing to this planet whereupon lobbyists in Wash.D.C.take $ to produce medications he wouldn't give his family because one of the side effects may be that you WILL DIE!

THEY SAID REPENT AND I WONDERED WHAT THEY MEANT

I revel in close calls
And that which I do takes balls
I’m comfortable hanging by a thread
While I eliminate the thought of my being dead

I swim through rough waters against the tide
And just keep repeating “Satan is on my side”
One must be aware of what turning a corner may bring
Because I look at life as if it is simply a fling

Each day is a joke and I am its punch line
And I don’t advise anyone to live a life like mine
It’s frightening and fearful and every day I fret
I worry about those I will meet and those I have met

I’m a man who lives with close calls and has balls
As I wander through lengthy and eerily dark halls
There’s always the haunting sound of someone turning a knob
And that’s what makes being an addict such a difficult job
© 2011.…~free cee!~

He looks at me, holding tears,
And he can't set his eyes off mine.
After counting days in fears
That this moment will not come.

He says violin was last lesson,
Though he played very good each time
But dad said violin is danger,
It gives dust which will make him blind.

He asks me to see his ear,
If there is a hole in his head,
And if he would be wearing glasses
Dust will go in ears to blind his eyes just the same.

He says that his bird must be crying for him,
And when asked what the message to pass
He asks to tell to the bird only this:
"I am afraid he will never come".

He says that he was not crying,
And he hides to dry up his eyes.
He says he was born from my tummy
And asks if to me he looks nice.