Poems About: CHILDHOOD

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

  • 337.
    after childhood

    Childhood is another country
    from whose bourns no man returns,
    knowing little of the wintry
    region of old age it spurns. read more »

    gershon hepner
  • 338.
    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
  • 339.
    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
  • 340.
    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
  • 341.
    Robbed From Childhood

    One day

    I just couldn't take it
    The days always felt the same read more »

    Maura Sánchez
  • 342.
    ' 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
  • 343.
    Lagos Bar Beach

    Fear pedal my heels to absconder
    Slow down by the angry teeth of ocean grit
    Crab, lobster, clam are no more here
    They said to be hidden by the goddess read more »

    Abiodun Adekoya
  • 344.
    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
  • 345.
    When We Lived In Lang Lang 'For Ed'

    I often think about my childhood day
    Long before they built the South Gippsland highway
    On gum tree by our house old magpie sang
    As shades of night went creeping o'er Lang Lang. read more »

    Francis Duggan
  • 346.
    Hoofbeats

    Sometimes I find myself alookin’
    Through the years, a backward glance,
    And I see the friends of childhood
    From the years now gone before. read more »

    Wildwood Slim
  • 347.
    What Happened To His Village

    He was born just a short distance from Adelaide
    And he could see the sea from his back door
    And in his young days there were not many houses
    But the years have brought great change to Semaphore. read more »

    Francis Duggan
  • 348.
    Riposte

    Come back to me my days of
    Past,
    In your arms my life would last,
    No knowledge is divine but ignorance, read more »

    Seema Aarella
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