Poems About: CHILDHOOD
Poems on / about :
- carpe diem
253.Down the memory lane
In my dreams I often
go back to childhood days
No worries, no thoughts
different were my ways read more »Deependra Kumar Jha
254.Sometimes Its As If My Childhood Days Come Back
Sometimes it's as if my childhood days come back
and it's as if the colour and texture catches me
when I am astounded by the sheer beauty of things,
by the smell of flowers hanging in the air, read more »Gert Strydom
255.Spiders And Fireflies
It is July,
Where have all the fireflies gone?
The fireflies from my childhood,
The ones that used to amuse me, read more »Carey Noelle
256.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
257.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
258.And When You Do
For more than people have,
and when you do.
My Childhood pulse is you. read more »Is It Poetry
259.Monorhyme Poem: Childhood’s Effulgence
The mark of childhood – innocence,
(Obscured when through adolescence)
Remains perhaps the quintessence
Of children, right through existence! read more »Dr John Celes
Wish I could go back in time to my childhood,
When I found happiness in every little thing.
Holding on to my father's hands,
Gave me a sense of protection. read more »Rekha Menon
261.Lovelist Stage Of Life
Childhood is the loveliest period of life.
It is full of mother's love, father's pamper and teacher's blessings.
Unaware of the worldly problems.
No tension and no worries, freedom everywhere. read more »sarada panda
262.A December Day
The fourteenth of December every year
Every year like this day the memory knocks the doors of my bleeding pain
A grief melted with craving nostalgic. Memories come together for mourning
They all hug each other every year read more »Sossi Khachadourian
Silently sitting, brooding within, thinking of the past a little bit, missing my Mom and knowing soon that I'll miss my Dad.
Childhood has a way of sneaking away from life when we're not looking.
Passing through the years not noticing as it silently disappears from sight.
There are no advertisements as we live through childhood, we enjoy it the best we can and continue to grow and mature. read more »RoseAnn V. Shawiak
264.The Neighbourhood of Childhood
Mind was a free bird then soaring up in the sky
No how, no what, no when and why
Naive young times were those, beyond any words
Could you revamp the same charisma, give it a try read more »madhulita das