Most Liked Childhood Poems (355)

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.

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

One step at a time.
I repeat these words
to myself in my mind.
Yet, the steps I take
leave a mess in their wake.
No way to contain
my disdain
toward the choices I make.
Impulsive actions
rarely leave time
for consideration.
I've taken
medication
day after day
to help me control
what I do and do not say.
Focus is no longer an issue,
but before the 'I told you so's continue,
let me tell you
this one thing:
what I need is concentration,
not reconfiguration.

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

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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.

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.

Scared and afraid. I'm all alone. No one is here or on the phone.
It's peaceful but not inside of me. Tried music and tv. Still I am feeling so lonely. Dear GOD have mercy on me. Because of that terrible scene for me I now live with PTSD. Panic attacks take over each day. Only to mess with my life in ever way. Words are no longer heard. Anger lingers in the air. Family has forgotten. I swear. Not so fast For me. She is constantly there.

Family and friends think she has gone away. Forever to stay. I won't believe a single word they say. A little thing I know now. Every one had to run. Being children of neglect made them a nervous wreck.

I will do better when Easter goes away. Only one more day. I Pray on this Easter Holiday. Where do I go to hide? No one has much to say. They have to live with what that did. I remember even though I was only a kid.

What hurts too is they gave me away and can't stand seeing my face. I'm a constant reminder of what they did. If I tell on them they would live in pity and disgrace.

Cuz beauty is something so rarely heard

I truly am, I am I lurk in the shadows that tell me I am.

There goes Hannah
climbing a tree
to reach a rooster that
crowed,"cockle doodle dee?!"

Hannah was confused
the rooster was too
So Hannah taught him
to sing cockle doodle doo

There goes Hannah
swimming in the lake
to rescue a duckling that
said, "quake quake quake"

Hannah sad, "I'm truly sorry
but its a well known fact
that little ducklings say
quack, quack, quack!"

Into the barn went our
little Hannah Rae
to teach the long eared donkey
how to bray

It seems our furry friend
was a little mixed up
for instead of braying HEE HAW
He was braying, "Hiccup Hiccup"

Even the dappled gray mare
wouldn't whinny or neigh
She just let out a "Tweet"
when Hannah offered her some hay

The cat mewled, "Cluck"
"Oink", howled the dog
the goose honked, "Baaaa"
"Woof" grunted the big, fat hog

As Hannah was leaving the barn,
she stopped to pet the cow
who looked at her and
bellowed, "Meow"

Our Hannah shook her head
and said, "That wouldn't do
cows really should
just say MOOOO!!"

Hannah was confused
what was happening on the farm?
was there cause
to raise an alarm?

She went to ask Gram and Papa
Papa said with a smile,
"The animals change places
it happens once in awhile"

Grammy said, "They get bored
and pretend to be something else
but by the end of the day,
they are back to being themselves."

Its ok to pretend
but its always best
to be proud of who you are cause
God made you different then the rest.

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