Poems About: CHILDHOOD

In this page, poems on / about “childhood” are listed.

  • 229.
    TURN BACK THE CLOCK

    The child Abuse survivors
    Wished that they could have their childhood lives again
    But their childhood lives are over
    And they were abused by their mothers and fathers read more »

    Aldo Kraas
  • 230.
    Song, Never could you hide from... - translation (rus.)

    1. Never could you hide from
    Years, passed in turn.
    Childhood is left for
    Adult's life by all. read more »

    Lyudmila Purgina
  • 231.
    Childhood - 3

    Give me back the moment
    while nothing was impossible to me
    give me back the moment
    while i was kissed by all guys read more »

    ramesh rai
  • 232.
    Lost My Childhood

    Yes i lost my childhood.
    And it will never return.
    I lost the innocient life
    which i used to live. read more »

    James yardy
  • 233.
    My Childhood

    My childhood is not one
    you want to ponder in
    nor do i want to relive in
    you do not want to go down read more »

    Darkangel Flyfree
  • 234.
    Death of My Childhood Place

    I miss the place so much
    where I could climb trees
    ate star apples and green mangoes
    from fruit trees near our house read more »

    Champs Ulysses Cabinatan
  • 235.
    'The Oddball In The Window'

    The boy sat at the window
    Looking out at the other boys
    Laughing and playing their games
    Enjoying their childhood days read more »

    Michael Micmac Mccrory
  • 236.
    Childhood

    Childhood, sweet and sunny childhood,
    With its careless, thoughtless air,
    Like the verdant, tangled wildwood,
    Wants the training hand of care. read more »

    David Bates
  • 237.
    My childhood school

    My childhood school is made of tent but its uniqueness is beautiful,
    Where the genius have had their learning of truth, honesty, love & faith.

    The soil, the banyan tree & the bell are in a wonderful way, read more »

    Pushkar Bisht
  • 238.
    Many Years Into Yesterday

    On the banks of the Mississippi,
    we fished for catfish
    with a bent pin on a string.
    We sat in ragged trousers read more »

    David Harris
  • 239.
    Friendship Rains

    Friendship Rains
    Barnali Saha

    (published in The Statesman, India) read more »

    Barnali Saha
  • 240.
    childhood

    i haven't experienced childhood.
    not yet. people say that
    i have, because i've
    played on the elementary playground, read more »

    Jenna Dandurand
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