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Childhood Abc Poems | Abc Poems About Childhood

These Childhood Abc poems are examples of Abc poems about Childhood. These are the best examples of Childhood Abc poems written by international PoetrySoup poets

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dysfunctional

It’s my life not expecting you to understand it
A man who when he was a boy his mother abandoned
Alienated like I arrived from another planet
While you were with your family joking, laughing and eating a peanut butter sandwich
I was moved from foster families and children’s homes
Surrounded by people but feeling alone
 Everything I go through is some kind of building zone
Treated differently because I’m not wanted or loved by my dad, sister mum or brother
Feel like everyone trying to get to know me is working undercover
So the first thing I do is run for cover
Opposites attract I’m cold inside does that make me summer’s lover?
Being uncomfortable makes me comfortable
I feel safe being vulnerable
I’ll be the first to say I’m dysfunctional
Am I supposed to lie and say everything all great and wonderful?
Should I already understand and know it all?
You belittle me but I’m still growing tall
You wanted me to catch but you didn’t even throw the ball
An insomniac and I know Money can buy a bed but not sleep
But how much would a meaningful hug cost me?
I could wish and pray to the sky
But that’s just not me
Anytime love got me
It seems that Luck lost me
So I Push away the people I want to stay by my side
The ones who are worth your tears won’t make you cry
I could do 99 good deeds for you
But you would count the mistakes I make in life
So I don’t even try no more
I don’t cry no more
Love no one trust no one, **** them all
If you want to walk out my life. Here let me hold the door


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Daddy the Alcoholic

Daddy the alcoholic,
 every single day,
full and countless glasses,
 guzzled down,
help him please, and bring my daddy back to me.


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LOVE

Maybe Im 2 blame
Loving you is a shame
Maybe its me 
Hinding my feelings deep with in me
Longing for them to show
But its making the pain grow
Maybe its my fault
Holding my feeling as just a thought
Afraid to tell you
Dont know what you might do
Maybe Im The Reason 
I think loving you is all in a season
Maybe Im Scared
If I tell you that you want be there
My feelings for you grow stronger than ever
Friends say they'll change with the weather
Its been sunny....snowy.....windy and all
But yet my feelings for you havent change at all
Talk to you every night
Yet me manage to allways fight
But some how you change my prespective
So loving you shall me a lesson


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My Father's cleats

 It’s funny how my father’s hobby became mine. He has been a sportsman all his life, he played basketball, volleyball and softball all his youth, but his real passion is soccer and even though he is 55 years old now, he still keeps playing it and loving it. He has had all kinds of cleats, all brands, all colors, different styles, but it does not change anything, he still plays amazing. But one thing I do find hilarious is that every time he comes from a game, he cleans his cleats, he washes them and takes them with such an unbelievable affection, that I’m beginning to think that he might love them more than he loves me, but now I do know the feeling of a new shiny, hard and beautiful pair of cleats. I still recall when he took me for my very first pair, I could not believe he was doing it for me, I was so excited, but now I realize that what I was excited about is that I could be like my father for just a moment when I had them on. Ever since I was little, I remember my daddy playing soccer, leaving home all dressed up, ready to fight, and win the ball to make a remarkable roll on the field. The playing field that we both love, the field all covered in grass, all green, so delicious and soft, so colorful… being crashed by everyone’s cleats and the rolling ball, feeling the sunlight on our skin, and the wind on our faces. Having a team, an extra family with whom we could find support and create new ideas, new plays so we could smash the opponent. So yes, I loved watching him play and cheering him up more than I could ever like watching official and famous soccer teams. I do find funny the fact that my father’s hobby became mine since everyone says we’re too similar, and even though he also has a son, his daughter is with whom he shares that connection. I love the fact that our simple relationship was started thanks to such a manly sport, and curiously, to transform me into such a girly girl.


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I still love her

Deep in her eyes I could see,
the wrath once I asked for my school fee,
scared,I run out and as I  walk past a tree,
I hear the buzz of a bee.

With the zeal of a referee,
once back she hits me with her knee,
and i shout,"You I guarantee,
I will be back!"There and then,I flee.

To get money,luggage i did carry,
slowly,my dreams I began to bury,
then one day,a man saw me and wanted to marry,
he saved and educated me as he was not in a hurry.

Years are gone and I have now flown higher than a dove,
I knock,she opens and cannot even look above,
I wipe her tears and feel us fit like a glove,
after all,she is still the mum i have  and love.


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Vito the Kitten

There could be no other name for a Kitten like this one .
He is Brave , his black , silky hair , Vito has won suitors marking his claws .
This tiny little Cat , very soon all kittens on this street,  will be kissing his paws .

for he earned his name Vito , the Kitty Godfather you know.
with whispers from other Cats "There He is " There he goes "
His Tail wavy like a dog he strides. Tall but yet low.

Vito is a tiny proud cat and likes his pasta made a special way
I make a red sauce , but it is the white clam he craves 
He picks his claws fine , then with a full belly he plays 

Vito with eyes of the finest blue and green , that will stare at you when you sleep. 
It has been said by some female cats , do think he will go out with me some day ?
A Fine cat and kittens he will make ~meow meow, says a jealous girl kitten , no way !

Vito loves to play on the wood floors at night , he runs fast , 
he is not silent ..he is the young Godfather , Vito has earned the right.

Vito , the tiny kitten , Vito the young cat ,
Vito keeps our blocks free from any nasty rat.

No ..a Rat will not confront Our Vito at all 
He will be pushed aside and evicted with one lift of his paw 

One thing this kitten has that makes him so unique ...
He his adored by this owners . He is happy , and warm , safe in our sheets !


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ABC story

An apprehensive Amy
Births baby Bob
Carefully cradles cries
Dons dry diapers
Emanates endless emotions
Fraught frantic fears 
Grateful glad greetings  
Huge happy hugs
Innate intuition increases
Joyful jaded journey 
Key kind kin
Learner loving lavished 
Must make money 
Nurturing new needs
Oceans of options
Play pray plan
Quiet questioning queries
Restful rescue remedies 
Seeking soother solutions
Truly tired times 
Uncertain, unforgettable unity
Varied viral visits 
Warm winter woollens
Xylophones xeroderma, x-ray
Yesterday youthful years 
Zestful zoned zenith


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True Feelings

If I'm an embarrassment, if I'm too big,
then change my name, call me The Pig.

I'm sorry I can't be skinny like a swimsuit model,
I know what you're thinking, the babies crying where's her bottle?

I can be other things, maybe not skinny,
if you don't believe me, I bet you a penny.

You never knew how I felt, I never came out,
instead I laughed with you, never dared to pout.

As the years past I thought I was strong,
but slowly I started to realize that I was wrong.

I hope what I'm saying doesn't come as a shock,
because I didn't mean for it to be, truly not.

It took so long, so many years,
but hopefully now I can dry these tears.


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WHEN I WAS 21

When I was 21,
I just learned how to be a lady,
Playing make ups,thong my hairs and dressing pretty.

When I was 21,
I just learned how to be sexy,
Catwalk confidently,sway my hair and body.

When I was 21,
I learned how to be entrepreneur,
Talked thru my eyes and using my brain.

When I was 21,
I learned how to be a girlfriend,
To love and being loved even thru the rain.

When I was 21,
I learned how to be a friend,
To lend a shoulder and my pair of ears.

When I was 21,
I learned how to be an artist,
Paint my heart with songs and not by justice.

When I was 21,
I learned how to be a daughter,
Devote,responsible and brings laughter.

When I was 21,
I learned how to be a learner,
Life's aspects and everything's corner.

That was..When I was 21,
Now many years had gone,
And 21...
Is still something to ponders on...


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Women- The Road Familiar

Refreshing feel of identifying with music in my life,

The mother’s voice still echoes sweet in all life’s strife’s.

She taught me to walk, run, dance and sing,

My mother still stands strong in love and vigor in my life.

 

Kindergarten, the start of knowledge in life,

Where Mini, Lakshmy, Susan, Shoba and Meera,

Still shines as star's in my day- to-day life,

Keeping those  memories and blooming together.

 

School days, are times that stays vivid in mind,

Friends that evoked passions  of love still impress,

Susan Bindu, Jaya, Brinda, and Manju remained firm,

Even when life made new meanings,connections endured.

 

College saw, mixed platter, though women who stayed in unit

More in day- to-day life in Bindu, Geeta, Asha, Raji and Vinith,

Patterns of Lost love, admiration's, hero worship,list stands long,

However, for me it was a distressing lullaby of hearts .

 

Life showed me, women stand strong above all

As I carry endless power of strength, mind and heart,

when I  finds myself and knows where I remain in life!

So I  stand tall and represent myself as women.

 

Love never lost its footprints along the line,

I am a woman in Love,being loved  and cherished

I knows deep in my heart  that i  am contend,

Hearts grew deep in love, known love  and in Love.

 

I knew it right from the start, a moms heart

Holding my finger tight, I cradle you in my arms

Your smile and showed all your charms.

Heavens showered me the "Mom', role in prologue.


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