Poems About: CHILDHOOD

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

  • 85.
    IN MY CHILDHOOD

    IN MY CHILDHOOD

    In my childhood
    I trapped rats read more »

    Karnail Singh Heirwale
  • 86.
    No Childhood

    Grew up too fast
    Childhood didn't last
    Defiled at the age of 3
    Changing my life permanently read more »

    Miss Thang
  • 87.
    Child Labor

    Hopeful eyes, happy smiles
    Soft hands, million dreams
    Is this not the identity of a child?
    Then why do i see  read more »

    alicia white
  • 88.
    Birthdays

    I recall my first birthday, I think
    A million years ago
    I know I need a real stiff drink
    My time is running low read more »

    Stanley Cooper
  • 89.
    Home

    A home above the year's seasons
    home of children animals and apples
    a square of empty space
    under an absent star read more »

    Zbigniew Herbert
  • 90.
    LOVE UNITES

    Love unites cultures, families and friends,
    Love unites traditions from generations past,
    Our connection provides union and respect that is timeless,
    Love unites cultures, families and friends :) read more »

    Paul Jensen Jr
  • 91.
    Ode To The Child

    the child is the
    father, mother
    mentor of the man
    he gathers the whole read more »

    john tiong chunghoo
  • 92.
    Where our Childhood Gone...? ?

    Where is our childhood gone,

    i just want to go back in past, read more »

    Akhilesh Bhura
  • 93.
    Summers Past

    climbing trees
    skinned up knees
    the smell of fresh mowed grass
    roller kates with big yellow wheels read more »

    Lori Hopkins
  • 94.
    INNOCENCE

    Don't you miss the innocence of childhood?
    All the playing
    And make-belief?
    All the laughter? read more »

    PHILIP ALARIE
  • 95.
    Little Seeds

    The little seeds that were planted
    within our childhood spring
    make us what we are today
    and sometimes make our words sing. read more »

    David Harris
  • 96.
    Growth

    I watched the glory of her childhood change,
    Half-sorrowful to find the child I knew,
    (Loved long ago in lily-time),
    Become a maid, mysterious and strange, read more »

    Ernest Christopher Dowson
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