Poems About: CHILDHOOD

We called him Mick Punk he stuck out his tongue
And he shook his fist at us, we ran away
It was our way of making childhood fun
Are children any different today? read more »

Listening to the symphony of sounds from my cell
I'm at the crossroads between heaven and hell

Remembering back through all of those years read more »

We may not be in prison yet we are not truly free
For of our past we are prisoners that's how 'twould seem to me
Bad memories always haunt us they never go away
Until the Reaper claims us they are with us to stay. read more »

Once upon a time at a starry sheen moonlight
heart rending serenade passionately responded I
as luring whiff of unmistakable fragrance of nostalgia
plummeted me through childhood hazy maze read more »

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 »

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 »

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 »

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 »

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 »

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

Dan Leary hard man of Millstreet Gaelic Football
He was a fearless fellow on his day
He took and gave some hard bone crunching tackles
And from a challenge never backed away. read more »

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 »