Poems About: CHILDHOOD
Poems on / about :
- carpe diem
313.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
childhood sky is always bright
flying with colourful birds read more »john tiong chunghoo
Priorities change each decade
For better or for worse
Early ones get overlaid
In new ones we immerse read more »Stanley Cooper
316.Veil of Dreams
In dreams I keep trying to find my way
back to the house of my childhood
and sometimes I end up getting lost. read more »Max Reif
317.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
318.Evening in Paris
The sun, a glass marble shines on innocense.
I lie in short grass, looking into the future.
The moon- a shiny biscut covers the clouds. read more »Joe Howell
319.Wonderful World Of Children
Being part of a large family
Four brothers and sisters three;
The riches of our childhood
Were the flowers, grass and trees. read more »Lenora M. Green
320.You Are The Dawn
How the dawn brings the light
How the light fill the whole heart
The most sought after dream
From childhood to youthful charm read more »Dr. Ashok Chakravarthy Tholana
321.TRIBUTE TO A SON
God blessed me with a little boy to love,
His being is the happiness of my life;
The loving memories of his childhood ways,
Are ever vibrant in my heart each day. read more »Anne DiBartolo
Afraid of the dark I could not be
For I had a light that shone on me.
It swept away my fears of night,
Scattered my demons and put them to flight. read more »Pete Crowther
God send me tears!
Loose the fierce band that binds my tired brain,
Give me the melting heart of other years,
And let me weep again! read more »John Hay
324.The Sour Stench Of Childhood
When he asked about my childhood
I knew not where to start.
The scents began to flood my head
while strangling my heart. read more »Mary Nagy