Childhood Poems | Examples of Childhood Poetry

… I gatti dimagriscono finché il topo squittisce. … ...

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War isn’t new. Our world has been bleeding for centuries, crimson rivers running beneath the cities we call beautiful, masked by glass towers and neon lights. They build malls on buried bones, schools on scorched earth, paved roads across old battlefields where children once fell. This isn’t a fresh wound—it’s a festering one, hidden beneath...

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… Tic toc… Tic toc… Tic toc… Tic toc… Tic toc… Tic toc… Tic toc… Tic toc… … Mi uccido: quando mi addormento… quando mi sveglio. … Prima o poi, ridurrò le volte a una. A una ed una soltanto. Prima o poi. … Tic toc… Tic toc… Tic toc… Tic toc… Tic toc… Tic toc… Tic toc… Tic toc… … ...

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Pixie within the pink let me swirl your tyranny into the high-octaved melody of my earliest endurance Right as the clock ticked to six, the creaking sound of my mother’s war cry made me bury myself under the blankets. Laying on the pretty quilted baby pink sheets as the pillow moulded to my head’s shape, opening my soul’s...

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Questo è l’inizio del Gioco che piace a noi Perdenti: innocuo inchiostro riversato copioso, di anatemi imbrattate pagine sprecate da chi dispensa vendetta senza metterci la faccia. Ma a quale scopo? … STUPIDO LIBRO, IMMONDO PARTO CESAREO, VEDRAI SOLO LA LUCE DEL FUOCO CIRCONDATO DA MILLE Occhi Spenti… … Ecco a voi… PICCOLI ASSAGGI DI AMORI VIOLENTI … ...

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Parents mold their children just like a pan to a cake How ever you're instructed gives your life it's shape What you're taught as a child you will never forget Understanding the morals of others... You will have a fit Down from your failures to your major accomplishments Learning responsibility on a job to timely paying your rent Clueless that your parents...

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‘Live in the moment’ they say but it's hard on a winter's afternoon, inside, warm in a comfortable chair when the mind drifts, wanders off to find a park somewhere at the end of a childhood street. Dragonflies patrolling the hot, pine scented air and sunk in the shade, an abandoned stable thick in spider webs and behind a half door, a long,...

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Goodnight Moon a children's book by Margaret Wise Brown the subject of my poem and my latest stamp purchase was also a book that I read to my son when he was little not thirty-three, like he is now forgive my forgetting the details the book is no longer on my shelf but in the story it's bedtime for a little rabbit who says goodnight...

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When summer's over, ask what I did. Did I visit Paris or Madrid? Nope, I flew a red kite, admiring its swift flight, while I skipped and jumped just like a kid....

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I was born and raised in my house, which isn’t home. At heart, I am from the orange brick house in Westridge Farms Where I never even lived There, the pawprints I stamped on the driveway may have long since washed away But I still left my mark Even if it was just in the eyes of the horses that...

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as a child i often found myself participating in sadistic activities. i felt my sins rotting into my body- into my soul as-well my veins. it kept my blood pumping throughout my body that i did neglect. i protested against consuming meals as if they’d make me feel holy again, sick i was. the blood that clawed out...

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A sudden drizzle gushed along the street, That I wiggled out , romping and playing In my cotton jumpshirt as summer cooled, To allow a downpour of monsoon rain. Swerving through puddles where debris Gathered around little tots' feet, Our lithe bodies slip-skidded, glided On a roller-coaster ride of muddy suds... what fun! Then, I picked dingy...

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It is a weird one, To keep gracing distant sun... While moon could bail fun. Dry lips are so tight, To put words up at such sight Daring distant fright. While principles flow... Yet couldn't keep deeds off blow, In reality's show. Why not dare decide, One your past truly confide Shouldn't be denied? ...

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Childhood memories come back on nostalgic track. With naivety I’m happy, find the child in me. ...

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as a child again spontaneous soul sheds off thought flow chain carefree, feeling whole dances in the rain...

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