Most Liked Childhood Poems (355)

My heart with excitement beats
The day's arrived, it's finally here
Gown of white I wear with pride
A veil my face it covers

My father tall and proudly stands
Our arms are interlocking
Music begins, it's time to start
The long walk down the aisle

I see my mother, tears in her eyes
And I see my brothers and sister
The preacher standing arms outstretched
And the rest of the bridal party


But most of all what catches my eye
Is the handsome man I love there
The look of love and wonderment
As slowly I approach him

Who gives this woman, the preacher asks
I do, my Dad's voice none too steady
And gently took my arms entwined
To place it into another

What a joy near my love to be
This day so very special
The first this day of many more
Of the rest of our life together

And then I wake, was just a dream
For I am only fourteen
Many years have I yet left
To dream my dreams so fancy

Thud, thud, thud, thud
Heavy footsteps on the stairs
What is this that makes this noise
What monster lurks out there

Up the stairs with heavy tread
It could be a goblin
Sharp teeth and long claws
Ready to make me his dinner

Or maybe a giant big and strong
Who is coming up to get me
He'll grind my bones to make his bread
And eat me as a sandwich

It could be a witch so ugly and horrid
And into her oven she'll shove me
She'll bake me slow, golden and tender
I'll be her Sunday roast dinner

Or maybe a beast, wild and ferocious
It'll growl and rip me to shreds
Munch on my bones till nothing is left
And then have a nap after dinner

Creak, creak, creak, creak
The door ever so slowly opens
Oh no it's here, I have to hide
And under the covers I'm diving

A growl fills the room, coming near
My whole little body shaking
Onto the bed this thing takes a leap
And snarls at me under my covers

I jump out of bed and fly in his arms
And laugh at my silly daddy
I knew it was you all the time
And cover his face with my kisses

Time to sleep and all tucked in
Last hugs and kisses
Lights turned off, dad goes downstairs
We'll play this game again tomorrow

switched into the voiceless, helpless abyss
Is there no one to talk to out here?
can anyone here my frustration at this?
I know I am "very important to us" but
can we talk...like "h.e.l.l.o."

"how are things going today?...want come coffee?"
"how's that shoulder feeling these days?"
"so tell me, what can I do for you?"

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if you'd like to go back to childhood
and rethink the whole thing whilst
catching fireflies on some June-night field,
well, just hang up, go to the pantry and find
an old mayonnaise jar and a Bic pen and
punch holes in the top and tear some of that
sweet grass with your loamy fingers and
stuff it in, then run the field casting
palms to the sky in supplication,
gazing at all those stars out above
amazed at what a great thing it is...
to be here...

but I digress"...
"if you'd like to re-record your message
press 3..."

© agoodguy2have 2011-07-28

Through the keyhole slyly I peek
To see what lays beyond there
Has Santa come, the presents brought
And piled them high in there

What did he bring for me this year
So gaily wrapped these presents
I tried my best, I really did
I thought I'd been a good boy

I'd love a bike, or pogo stick
Or even an electric train set
Maybe a car to pedal around
Or an outfit like a cowboy

Yet all I saw when peek I did
Was mum and dad in there
Off to bed I'd better go
Or Santa might not be coming

walls were seasoned with years of family banquet
air stirring with echos of times spent happily
dust settled heavily as to cake moments forever
windows not hiding the fact that we did live there

Held the gun in my hot little hand
I was trembling with excitement
Peered round corner, casing the joint
Would people never leave there

Quickly ran out with gun in hand
Yelled..this is a stick up
Don't waste time, I want one now
A double cone with chocolate

Ever so calmly they made it up
And to me handed it over
Who would argue, at the point of a gun
Held by a boy of seven

Quickly I made my getaway
To enjoy this illicit pleasure
Now who would think at seven years old
That they would know your parents

Soul went to reincarnet
In the remote mountains
He want to Expereince
Purity of exsistence!

He choose a womb of the kind mother
She is just amazing, there is no other!
Soul enter in her womb, with a confident
She welcome him with love, without any dent!

Nine month in her womb,
loving and kind!
soul grew up inside her
with body soul and mind!

Soul got the body now,
and want to come out!
It was hard jurney,
so he cry loud!

when she heard his cry
on the dirt floor
she lift him up on her chest
and cry with the glore!

Soul had the body now
Identity has changed
Forgot all his past journy
and become little lame!

He was little body
in the constant need
Cry every moments
when he needed to be feed!

Mondaying of existence
make him grow up
In the blink of the eye
he was eighteen months!

He was uaware he even exist
playing with the dirt
and wanting to be kissed
Being a baby he just insist!

He was a boy in his freedom
enjoyng a existence
Nothing can be done!


continuation! in part two.....

SHE PENNED THIS (N0T ME, I HAVE DIMENTIA)

Often we meet new people and know
We just don’t know what to say
Sometimes you just want to rise up and go
But then the lord of dance wills you to stay

I always compare it to a dove seeking a mate
While landing with grace on the highest tower
The dove knows all about providence and fate
While the Lord of dance grants him a power

Suddenly where a dove roosted all alone
Because of the power he had been granted
Two doves agreed to face the unknown
Because seeds will grow if properly planted

Sitting by a fast food restaurant waiting
Watching people pass by and time as well
This is that which I am unequivocally stating
To some pretty lady I’m a pretty hard sell

So the dance continues or it fades away
No melody, no harmony and everything seems wrong
But oftentimes the Lord of dance has his say
And soon two are singing the very same song
© 2011.…..~SHE!~

THE EVIDENCE OF GHOSTS

I was four years big
and I thought the world was in chorus
just for me.
~My father told me
and I believed.

It was on one of those apple-green days
that my Daddy bent and kissed me on the cheek
and took a sharp left
right out of New Jersey
and headed west for my Auntie's house
to the vanishing land called 'o-high-o'
though I did not calculate her
in the sudden and absolute
hush of the world.

Twenty years after or so
when I was about a century old,
immersed in my Raphael-visions
freezing the world with my paints and my ink,
and rescuing everyone else to feel safe;
Mama once said,
(more than less a hundred times)
'when your heart is thick in the handshake
of Love, you may think
this one's the razor-red truest
but men come and go
and love may escape your heart.'

'It is your children alone
that become the legends of your life;
Though they may tip your world high and low,
they will never
escape the circle of your heart.
It is men that come and go.'

My mother told me
and I believed.
But Daddy, it was you
who showed the way.

time for school to start
buses letting children out
slowly children go