Poems About: CHILDHOOD
Poems on / about :
- carpe diem
301.To The River Otter
Dear native brook! wild streamlet of the West!
How many various-fated years have passed,
What happy and what mournful hours, since last
I skimmed the smooth thin stone along thy breast, read more »Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Somethings from childhood till old age remain
And old Joe returns to his youth again
By stream between the hedgerow and the old dirt track
He often stood and watched the stickleback. read more »Francis Duggan
303.A Teddy Bear Is Forever
There’s a spot in the garden of childhood,
That children and adults can share;
A place in the heart and memory,
For one’s very own stuffed teddy bear. read more »Sara Stowell
childhood sky is always bright
flying with colourful birds read more »john tiong chunghoo
305.My Brother Has Cancer
My brother has cancer
He’s four years older than me
He’s all that I have left
Of my original family read more »Marilyn Lott
306.Woods and Wildflowers
Wandering back to my childhood days
Memory serves up delicious scenes -
Days spent roaming the silent woods
Gathering wildflowers and bruises; read more »Linda Ori
Listen to their laughter
Listen to them sing
Watch them on the roundabout
Watch them on the swings read more »Philip Vincent Sanders
308.' A Child Needs.........'
We are products of our environment it is said
and from birth through life we are variously led
From infancy to childhood others are in charge
When you are little, others seem rather large. read more »Mel (Carmela) Patterson
Days filled with care free chatter;
Innocent laughter, harmless banter
Castles made of sand and clay,
Golden evenings of fun and play, read more »Rama Muthukrishnan
Gentle Child of loves sweet passions,
Bring happiness to this loving pair.
Let both have bounding compassion,
Through that childhood that both do share. read more »Bernard Shaw
311.TEDDY BEARS AND LIONS
Remember that special childhood toy?
Where is it now?
Remember how safely guarded you were from the dark monsters that lived under your bed?
Comfort that was given freely each time tears wet your face. read more »Rhonda Davis
312.- Black Elk Speaks
The power of the world
always works in circles.
The sky is round,
and I have heard read more »Adryan Rotica