Most Liked Childhood Poems (355)

Co-oooo-CO
soft the song of the morning dove
gathering twigs in quiet grove
to weave a nest where eggs will rest
placing each in way that's best
round and round each to wind
tell a nicer home you could not find

Co-oooo-Co
soft the song of the morning dove
warming eggs with body's stove
wings nestled down all through the night
tell a day in warm sunlight
chicks begin in eggs to scratch
and one by one each to hatch

Co-oooo-Co
soft the song of the morning dove
cooing to her children sounds of love
nestled in their blankets sleep
tell one lets out a joyous cheep
then all together gather round
singing in their nest above the ground

Co-oooo-Co
soft the song of the morning dove
the day she greets each with a little shove
and one by one each must fly
on their own in the blue spring sky
for each must grow strong and smart
and learn to soar like a dart
but there in each and every heart

Co-oooo-Co Co-oooo-Co
will play the song that mother liked to sing
and one day to their own children bring
when nestled safely under wing

cat's eyes wide at the sight of mouse
ascamper in play outside of the house
'this squeaking dart would make a fine dinner
I'll bide my time, and purr to befriend her'
charade of cool kitty was tenuous at best
unknown, on high watching, was owl in her nest

meanwhile, teathered, on the far side of the yard
big dog was grousing, 'this staying put is hard!'
'oh if I could just get free, I'd chase that cat around'
'and if my teeth should catch her, grind her into the ground'

under such pressure, then, dog's rusty tie snapped
surprising himself, plus, woke kitty's catnap
frightening the mouse, who took off in a run
now a startling new chain of events had begun

mouse's trust of cat might prove it's undoing
for quickly behind her, the cat was pursuing
tiny mouselegs pumping, as hard as they could
fearing her end may not end up so good

but dog was now almost on top of the cat
hard pounding in chase, mass slobbering fat
kitty shrieked, then sprinted around the house
yet she was still doggedly, after the mouse

no pace of prominade nor steps of stealth
a scairdy cat now, afraid for it's health
as dog gained on the cat, and cat gained on the mouse
arose noisy whoosh from on high by the house

just when mousie feared to be trapped in cat's paws
an owl lifted mouse up safely within her claws
they perched on a limb, eyes turned to the ground
watching dog chasing cat, around and around

but tweren't a surprise what hoot had done
for they had been fellows when they were young
when out of nest, young owlet plunged
nourished with fluorish from mousie's tongue
and now, 'last allowed to repay for such care'
her wing now protecting friend mouse sitting there

they bubbled and bounced, their laughter out loud
said owl 'that darn cat's no longer so proud'
'struggling to keep reach out of doggy's print paws'
'and safe from the bite of that mean old cur's jaw'

Racing down the stairs
ready for the day's adventures
in a hurry to get outside
mother making me eat first

I bolt my food as fast as possible
then flee outside and down the road
stopping at Bobby's on the way
his mother telling us behave

Together we head for the woods
right deep into its heart
there a large tree stood
with branches hanging low

We climbed up to our tree house
checked around, then settled down
would today be the day we thought
eyes fixed fast on a falcon's nest

They should be due to hatch now
a cluster of three eggs in nest
look says Bobbie there is a crack
sure enough he was right

Fascinated we watched the chick hatch
struggling to break free of its shell
wet and sticky looking very bedraggled
to us lads it was the most beautiful sight

Eyes shining
Love and adoration pouring
From her rapt expression
As she gazes at him
Standing or sitting he towers over her
This man, her father.
She goes to him for approval or vindication
The first man in her life she'll ever love
They are each other's gift from above.
Daddy! Daddy!
Look! Look! Can you see?
Daddy! Daddy!
See me! See me daddy looking pretty.
She is only four
Yet hands on her waist
She looks as if she knows the score...
To look him straight in the face and say...
Daddy, I love you.

thanks guys!!!

A Mothers love is a gold blanket Yet without a Fathers bed of support
That blanket gets pulled a bit to tight
She tries to be all for her children
A hanky on the thumb and she's Thumbliena
She has her child's helmet in the bathroom during a Minor earthquake
She's Agnes the toilet rider, and she cracks you and you're friends up
She tells you stories of a lady and her exploding girdle
She thinks she has you fooled
She thinks her children are unaware
Unaware of how hard she really works
Unaware how close and often they have come
To loosing all
But you know
I know
A single Mother is a job that shouldn't be necessary
So as her children we love and appreciate her all the more
Thank you Toilet Rider
JPowell

Jack Frost decorates the woodlands each year,
For traditional festive history,
In shades of silver and twinkling white,
His reasons steeped in mystery,
Shiny spider webs like garlands of lace,
Adorn the churchyard fence,
A place fit to welcome our baby King,
Or for souls seeking recompense,
I tracked his footprints in the white crunchy field,
Until strangely further on there were none,
He must have vanished with the onset of dawn,
And the unbearable warmth of the sun,
He showed his anger in the hungry birds,
In the leaves that darkened the skies,
Yet they defied him dancing in the wind,
While falling to a watery demise,
His breath I felt ...that icy breeze,
In this snowy Winter dream,
As I stumbled and slipped on the frozen pond,
I heard his giggles in the gurgling stream,
Tip toeing home now to light the fire,
I'm sure Jack gloats with glee,
I did'nt find him in person today,
But I'm frozen...he surely found me.

Pepé Le Pew was more than just skunk he was a narcissistic rapist
But never convicted for assaulting that poor kitty who was painted
Then I realized that Tom wasn't just a cat he really was a racist
Chasing that brown mouse around the house while he was wearing black faces
Speedy Gonzales had an accent that gave meaning to his stereotype
Chasing dreams across the border just to earn his cheese and get a slice
Bugs Bunny was a thug and Elmer taught children how to kill
While Daffy Duck was giving lessons on how to lie, cheat, and steal
Around the corner from the Warners is the hood Sesame Street
The Count is pimping puppets on the corner near the Boulevard of Broken Dreams
Mr. Snuffleupagus wasn't stuffy, because he always had a cold
I think him and Cookie Monster were snuffing magic rainbows up their nose
Bert and Ernie were ambiguously gay, but to each and their own
While Oscar was a grouchy bum who had a metal trash can for a home
Scooby Doo and the gang are self explaining nothing really odd
Four kids smoking dope and eating shrooms having conversations with a dog
I was fascinated with Disney and all its magical animated treats
Later I discovered the visuals could be enhanced with smoking pot and LSD
Disney could sell more than any bedtime story you would tell
It had a way of perverting any character from Cinderella to Ariel
So many different characters to show the different colors in the world
Placing people inside a category and s*xual placement I concurred
Good guys wear white and bad guys wear black
Women belong inside the kitchen, and your skin determined your social class
Cartoons or propaganda, babysitter or a friend
I guess it depends upon the environment of what the results are in the end

~ JJF~

I'm not a perfect Girl,my hair doesn't always stay in place i spill things a lot i'm very clumsy sometimes i have a broken heart new friends and even somtimes fight maybe some days nothing goes right but when i think about it & take a step back i remember now how Amazing life truly is and through all my imperfections... God still loves me

You wore your new identity

Like you wore my hand me downs

Off the shoulder, off the cuff

But never, no never with a frown

Although you weren't the chosen one

They still loved and worshipped you

While I slipped back into the shade

As former number ones do

You were the life and soul

And the party had just begun

You could have gotten away with almost anything

In the name of fun

Yeah,in those early days

You couldn't do no wrong

All that those people wanted to do

Was to hear you sing that song.



Little bird, little bird

Sing your song for me

Little bird, little bird

High up in the trees

Little bird, little bird

Sing your song now

Sing your song for me

Sing your song for me



In time they led you from the stage

Your party piece was done

The crowd just stood in silence

As they closed your house of fun

They dressed you up in sombre grey

But still that smile peeped through

They weighed you down with books and rules

They tried everything they knew

Yes, they taught you how to praise the Lord

They spoke of love and compassion too

But when they caught you messing round

They beat you black and blue

Yeah,those penguins were a slapping

Skirts a flapping in the breeze

Their sacreds hearts were broken

They were almost on their knees.



Although you never knew it

There were times..

I would have given almost anything

Just to poke two fingers at the world like you

And borrow that elphin grin

But we were two strangers locked together

Desperately searching for the key

We had that one big thing in common

Our hunger to be free

Yes, we had that one big thing in common

Our hunger to be free.



And finally one summer morn

The rusty chains gave in

You struggled up towards the sky

Though favouring that broken wing

You circled once, maybe twice

Your head was in a spin

It was hard to know where you were going

When you didn't know where you had bin.



You know I still wonder,to this day

if you ever found that special place

Or did that broken wing prove too much

Did you opt out of the race

Id like to think, that your still flying

High above the clouds

Id like to think your still flying

High above the crowds.



Little bird,little bird

Sing your song for me

Little bird little bird

High up in the trees

Little bird, little bird

Sing your song now

Sing your song for me

Sing your song for me