Most Liked Childhood Poems (355)

Nowadays the kids don't ever really play
They sit around watching t.v wasting away the day
With a controller in their hand playing some violent video game
The idiot box and internet has taken them in as a slave
Or with some kind of new smart phone ,an iPod, or an iPad
Until their fingers get so tired that they actually take a nap
What ever happened to cowboys and indians or playing cops and robbers
Or baseball in a dirt field, we'll be the Yankees and you can be the dodgers
I would to pretend to be "The Bambino" also known as Babe Ruth
Well before my time, but baseball was a big part of my youth
Yes video games were a great way for us to pass the time
But nothing like riding a skateboard on a ramp that we designed
Or going on a journey over the hills and through the woods
Searching for adventures like the big kids use to do
They would always come back telling us some kind of scary tale
And we being the scared and brave had to go and see for ourself
First we'd stop at the store and buy twenty fireballs for just ten cents
And a dollar of our allowance would get us a hundred bottle rockets
Along the way our conversations would be endless with a bunch of big what if's
Like what if Spiderman and Batman really did exist
And what if the Incredible Hulk was defeated by the Mighty Thor
I couldn't wait to get my first edition from the comic store
With great imaginations not limited by the sky
As we camped out in our backyards staring deep into the night
What if cats were really dogs the silly things we'd contemplate
While roasting hotdogs and marshmallows after a long day
Then eventually one fell a sleep and we'd draw a mustache on his face
Enough motivation for us to wake up early the next day
We always rode our skateboards sometimes we'd ride a bike
Someone on the handle bars or sometimes we'd just hike
Another adventure awaits over the hills and through the woods
Something today I would like to see more our children do
*JJF*
4/24/2013

To see the world through a child's eyes
Colour ricochets with feelings of wonder 
Time endless days are weeks 
Innocence a gift in youth 
Sheer joy free a feeling of bliss 
A child's mind spirit and soul 
Capable of rational taken by age 
Excitement combined with curiosity 
Experiences indulging with eyes bulging 
The beauty of age is to appreciate time 
The beauty of youth is times importance to be unknown 
A child brought into the world 
Priceless happiness to those who may hold
A child of their own a new spirit created 
With a part of yourself imitated 
Some of us will never be blessed 
With this true gift of a child a legacy left

On a broken road direction is hard to find
I crossed the line they drew for me
Only to find afflicted missery
Fallin behind
Loosing my mind
Trying to find my way
Feeling diseased I fell on my knees and started to prey

Send for an angel to watch over me
Cuz I'm all alone here and I know that you can see
I'm trapped inside a world not ment for me
Until I loose my gravity

So please act quickly
I'm feeling so sickly
Running out of reason to believe in me
But I believe in you
And all the things that you do
And by the power in you
Everything is made new
Please act quickly I need you

Suppose in some dimensional space
within a parallel time,
we have a future together,
forged from much different past,
there we are fresh and happy,
gazing through the looking glass...

In a parallel universe
an alternate me,
in love with an alternate you,
small white house with picket fence,
the ground you walk upon,
melting under your existence...

Alternate realities for you and I
with maiden sun casting shadows dim,
we plant cosmic garden and watch it glow,
your eyes sparkling like fiery gems,
swallowing the light so love can grow,
while you hair glitters in solar wind...

A parallel us in a place so far
a multiverse for you and I,
we paint our night with different stars,
together we are eternal under falling sky,
last night I dreamnt another you,
and you were dreaming of me too...

Darkness, the wind rushes in my ear,
I cannot see But I feel
And I long to know you are there.
I am in pain, you do not know
Selfishly you see your own.

The journey has begun
It is a long descent down.
The light I see it,
Reaching for me
Noise and confusion
How I wish I could flee

I am not warm but cold, I gasp and hold,
Instinct says keep still
My heart beats delicately
Held so strangely by one I cannot see

For my eyes shut tight against that blinding light
I stay still no more
I must fight and so with all of my might I let it go,
My mighty cry!

Now I wait for the world to stand still
And when it does
No longer is there a chill
But a voice reaches my ear
And hands that feel so right
Hold me very near
The voice that I know to be true
Cuddles me, Whispers I love you.

He balances himself on that
narrow limb as the creek
rushes beneath his feet
He's a warrior in this mighty
jungle and who knows what
foes he'll meet
He steps lightly among the rocks
and trees his slingshot ever to
the ready
With X-Ray vision and the stealth
of a cat his foot is sure and steady
A Ninja warrior lurks about and a
dagger may claim the day
He'll make no sound and snap no
twig as he inches along his way
But suddenly a shadow darts among
the trees and he loads his slingshot
for the kill
Proudly he stands over his conquered
foe and every bit of it was for the
thrill

War through a teenagers eyes.

Now so many years later i close my eyes.
I smell the man i lost so long ago,
The paint and thinners he used to wash his hands,(he was a sign writer), the smoke and rich tobacco that always was him,
His hug was soft and strong.

The shirt and pants always smeared with greese and paint, he was always fixing or creating something:-) and he always had time to show us.

And then, that Man was in a starched shirt and smart pants, his jacket was ironed and perfect, the cuffs so smart, and his hug was suddenly not so soft, the cloths were to ruff and formal.

He had to leave us and he suddenly had no time, they took him away and gave him back for such short times.

Then one day, two men dressed just like him came, they looked the same, the cuffs were just as perfect.

They came to say they would not be sending him back,
They took him and his hugs, his smell and they never gave him back.

I still smell him in the air like now, but i miss his hugs.

The coastal plain meets the sandy shore,
like a Monet painting...lines of demarcation,
elusive and confused.

Sea spray burst through the rocks,
metered by the grainy boulders that line these shores,
and this town.
It is here that I was born,
and now I have returned to take my leave...
from all of this,
from all whom I have loved,
from all that I have loved.

Straw snaps under my feet as I make way
to the other side of the Grove...
there I will sit and remember who it is I claim to be...
and who is it that I am.

The elderly lady from across the fork wrestles with her linens...
one will subdue the other so it seems.
She smiles and waves, as the bedsheets appear to get the best of her.

I wisk on by wondering aloud "could she possibly recognise me,
or is every stranger a friend?"

The Wisteria trees are in bloom now,
as are the wildflowers that align every street,
children play with everyday items as toys,
while dogs chase them wondering why.

This was my home...yet where is there one that knows my face?
True, I left long ago,
to find the promise of salvation,
a salvation vanquished by my dreams...
without a trace.

If I have a home...it is here.
Still I am a stranger in a strange land...
come home to rest and be reborn -
to relive a thousand memories...
soon I will wake from this dream,
only to wonder again,
from whence it all came...
and to where it has gone.

by Gregory Sexton
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Stillness in the air
quiet is all i hear.
watching all around
looking at the mystery
in front of me waiting
to see where they will go.
Where life will take them.
What road of life will
he/she travel down.
Will you be a football
player,a lawyer, a writer
or a vet or will the
military take you.
What can you see down
the road.
Where are you headed?
I watch you grow through
the years and wondering
what you want out of life.
Reach to the sky and aim
high for all is achievable
if you just try.

She is made of light and mystery, she glows and gently showers the earth with her magic.

Curled up and sleeping she slowly opens her arms showing first a sliver of light and gently unfolding to shine bright.

Always a gentle light, never hard and blinding, she enfolds the creatures of this earth in her magic, the animals feel her glow and their emotions follow her path.

Lovers feel her pull and become two souls connecting, free of the constrictions of the day, free to be who they want to be.

A girl lost in the moon, she gazes up into the ball of mystical light and she feels the pull, her soul reaches out and connects with the woman she will be, the woman waits in the moon waiting to be born into the girl, she is born of the moon, part of the moon, she will always be connected to that magical orb.

It will always call to me......