Most Liked Childhood Poems (355)

My mother was far from perfect
She always drank to excess
She tried to drown her loneliness
In beer and booze I guess

Came home from school one day
To find her on the floor
My sister and brother were there
And rags stuffed under the door

The whole house of gas did smell
All 4 burners were on they said
The oven door was open as well
The 3 of us wrestled her to bed

By morning she had sobered up
Alive, to face another day
Found her broken coffee cup
With hardly a reason to pray

~In-no-cent Moon~

Once upon a time, I ran out of the house
My azz had no cover
I was small as a mouse
To the corner store I ran
With my moon shining bright

The patrons at cash
Laughed at the sight
Of my small tiny azz
Walking the floor

Candy in hand
Looking up to the clerk
My pockets were empty
I'd left them at home.

~Bentlee~

LITTLE GIRL

I must have annoyed
mum and dad

I was an aggravating
girl child

Always curious about
this and that

Question upon question
spoken quietly

They sent me on a
message

To joiners next door
For long stand

~Bentlee Challenge-One of your earliest funny memories~ Poem



The days were sunny
hockey sticks in the funny

the water cool
racing in the pool

ballet pointing
wanting to dance
just not
elegance


Sent to "Brownies"
all the immaculate
dressed brimming

Me
finished swimming hair wet
was told
to stay away

kicked out of Brownies

that
day



Never made it to the Girl Guides

I clearly recall Vigus who was around eight
Wearing a girl's dress climbing over their front gate
His folks thought this apparel would keep him at home
And discourage him from leaving their place to roam

When we played a game of marbles on the bare ground
He would tuck the dress between his legs and stoop down
This was in preparation for his turn to “pitch”
So he could aim at the target without a hitch

His first language was a version of French patois
Which he learned in his native island, St. Lucia
When we first met and he spoke French patois to me
I, not understanding, would nod approvingly

We made chocolate ice cream from sifted dirt and sand
And sought someone to taste our own special brand
He was my next door neighbour and as a young boy
Playing together as children brought us great joy

For Daniel

"Why do you
stripes
in you forehead,
Mommy?
Are you
old?"

Not old
But not so
young
that I cannot
see
the world contracting
upon itself
& the circle
closing at the end.

As the furrows
in my brow
deepen,
I can see
myself
sinking back
into that childhood
street
I walked along
with my grandfather,
thinking he was old
at sixty-three
since I was four
to my forty.

Forty years
to take
the road out,
Will another forty
take me
back?

Back to the street
I grew up on,
back to
my mother's breast,
back to the second
world war
of a second
child,
back
to the cradle
endlessly
rocking?

I am young
as you are,
Daniel-
yet with stripes
in my brow;
I earn my youth
as you must earn
your age.

These stripes
are decorations
for my valor-
forty years
of marching
to a war
I could not declare,
nor locate,
yet have somehow won.

Now,
I begin
to unwin,
unravelling
the sleeves
of care
that have kept
me scared,
as I pranced
over the world,
seemingly fearless,
working
without a net,
knowing
if I fell
it would
only be
into that same
childhood street,
where I dreaded
to tread
on the lines-
not knowing
the lines
would someday
tread
on me.

Daniel,
when you are forty,
read this poem
& tell me:
have we won
or lost
the war?

~Mom

Lookin' back through the years,
At the good and the bad,
We was really givin' it, Lord,
All that we had,

And I loved you,
Oh how I loved you!

In them West Virginia hills,
Back close to '79,
Smokin' homegrown stuff,
And sippin' dandelion wine,

And I loved you,
Oh how I loved you!

Wish I could go back,
Lord, I won't pretend,
Wish I could go back,
And do it all over again,

I was a brawny 21,
She was barely 17, Prettiest Mornin' Glory.
This mountain boy'd ever seen,


We was minin' for coal,
And diggin' ginseng,
Not a single worry,
When them churchbells rang,

We'd play all day,
Make love thru the night,
We just knew deep down,
The end was never in sight,

I got so much to say,
As I write this song,
So if you don't mind,
Please kindly follow along,

Today there's Mini Thin,
Uh rappin' them rhymes,
I tell 'ya that good 'ol boy,
Knows how to spin them times,

Way he tells his tales,
So sublime,
Gotta spin that LP baby,
Spin it one more time,

Sublimation turns,
Solid straight to gas,
Like seeing Frank Zappa,
With a backstage pass,

But I digress from,
The meaning of this song,
Makin' it too damn hard,
For you to follow along,

And I really do care,
That you get my drift,
Pie crust just ain't right,
Lessin' the flour you sift,

See I can make rhymes,
Sorta like Mini Thin,
But in a head-to-head,
That poetic hillbilly'd win,

Guess I'll end this Hillbilly Musing,
Cause it's gettin' kinda long,
And leave you to decide,
Is it a poem or a song?

All's I know it rhymes,
Darn sure easy to write,
It's what I do when,
I can't sleep at night,

Cause I loved her,
Oh how I loved her!

All my life I've been different,
Liking many things others don't,
When they would say, "It will",
I'd usually reply, "It won't."

Not that I was unfriendly,
Was rather easy to approach me,
But when I would share my views,
Seems most would readily reproach me,

So I spent alot of time alone,
Wondering why I seemed misunderstood,
Little did I know that one day,
This cold rejection would turn to my good,

You see, it forced me to turn inward,
And I explored the world inside me,
There I discovered a Mighty Creative Force,
Who's only purpose is to guide me,

Yes, rejection hurts a little,
Life may seem at times so mired,
But through the unjust pain of rejection,
You can, you MUST!
Remain,
Yet Inspired

The most beautiful girl on earth. Every man wants to marry her. Every day, she disappears in the night and came back in the morning. One day one of the men who want to marry followed her. He wanted to visit her home. To his surprise, this gorgeous and elegant woman asked him to go back because she not a human being and cannot marry him.
She kindly told him that she is a fish and turns to a human during the day.
He was in shocked and ran back to tell the whole single men that the woman everyone thought was the most beautiful on earth and whom every single is trying to find her love was actually a fish. No one believed him but the Fish never returned back to their village again

Wish to be fitter ...
10-year-old butter
I'm just a magnet!
I have a little butter in the thought ...
I want to go out on the storm night ...
Thought tree wore under the tree!
Call back
The river gaarutra ...
My dead smile on the river!
My mother
Storm light in the night
The little butter crying on the ground ...
Say, mother, today is my holiday ...
Wish to be fitter ...
10-year-old butter
I'm just a magnet!
I have a little butter in the thought ...
I want to go out on the storm night ...
Thought tree wore under the tree!
Call back
The river gaarutra ...
My dead smile on the river!
My mother
Storm light in the night
The little butter crying on the ground ...
Say, mother, today is my holiday ..
The dead son of a luxurious Maghara
Leave today ...
Leave today ...