Poems About: CHILDHOOD

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

  • 325.
    On the other hand....

    Best friends from when we were young
    still here with us today
    can be possibly the best reminder of who we were
    irregardless of if we’ve put that person away. read more »

    Chris Weersing
  • 326.
    003 Senior Portrait,1986

    There I am, freshly straightened smile,
    features still familiar in that academic pose-
    the round cheeks, the wonder in the eyes,
    the youthful bronze of leisure all obvious enough. read more »

    Lori Boulard
  • 327.
    Mother's Love

    Oh! How sweet is a mother’s love,
    Starting from the labour room;
    Always trying the best to let her baby out without any scratch,
    With tiredness after delivery, still asking after her baby. read more »

    Charity Osuji
  • 328.
    Mangees, Mangees, Mangees...

    A new order is ours,
    A new birth to the old
    And we have ceremony.
    A garden with no green, read more »

    Jeff Hobbs
  • 329.
    The Pool and The Nightclub

    in here we cannot hear.
    the swirl, the swash of decibels resound
    like the thumping, waving pounds read more »

    Seán O Muiríosa
  • 330.
    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
  • 331.
    Old Madge

    Old Madge who is in her late eighties is suffering from failing sight
    But her memory it is flawless and she remains lucid and bright
    She has vivid memories of her childhood which she feels happy to recall
    I've had a good life she will tell you but my childhood years were best of all, read more »

    Francis Duggan
  • 332.
    En Otro Lado

    Best friends from when we were young
    still here with us today
    can be possibly the best reminder of who we were
    irregardless of if we’ve put that person away. read more »

    Chris Weersing
  • 333.
    Antique Haircut

    Filthy lies are unstoppable from
    The holes in my flesh,
    The decanters of weevils turning around
    Like the striped sign in a barber’s shop- read more »

    Bret R. Crabrooke
  • 334.
    Mind's Confusion

    My mind is perturbed
    Just like the waters that line Jamaican trenches
    After a heavy downpour of rain
    Like the water that gushes down the gully read more »

    Mitzie Thorne
  • 335.
    The Thief

    At eight years old I loved and trusted you.
    In one day, I lost that trust, I feared you.
    I knew what you had done wasn't right.
    You told me to tell nobody, I never did. read more »

    Trinny Trin
  • 336.
    A Memory Of Destroyed Beauty

    It was the Cork County Council i remember
    Who cut the small wood by our house away
    They did it for the purpose of road widening
    But what a barren mess it looks today. read more »

    Francis Duggan
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