Best Childhood Memories Poems
The swinging sixties never swung
As much as people said
But for me, the bands
And the songs they sung
Linger on inside my head
I rocked and rolled to Morningtown
On a wagon with one wheel
And followed tracks
That took me down
To fields that were surreal
A jungle snake both sang and hissed
When a man climbed on his cloud
Then a windmill turned
In the Autumn mist
And a policeman laughed out loud
In a warm and gentle wonderland
On a train whose whistle blew
A swinging star
Introduced his band
And sang a rainbow too
God only knows when I look back
Why The Miller told his tale
And I can’t explain
Why Grocer Jack
Turned a whiter shade of pale
But I'm thankful for those days back then
Before the years rolled by
Those were the days
In dreams and when
There was spirit in the sky.
Categories:
childhood memories, childhood, memory, music,
Form:
Rhyme
"recently scenes of early life have stolen into my mind, like breezes blown ..."
Quote by _Samuel Taylor Coleridge (from his writings)
I fondly recall the innocent days of my childhood,
playing hide and seek among the backyard boxwood,
and life as I knew it then was sweet and good.
Country life was always fun.
I treasured Christmas tree lights glowing in the dark,
family gatherings each summer in Audubon Park.
In my younger years I was as carefree as a lark,
enjoying days in the sun.
With my little sister beside me we made mud pies
and didn't see anything wrong with little white lies
or that dancing like ballerinas in the rain wasn't wise
until our pirouettes were done.
I enjoyed having an allowance that I could spend
and sharing whispered secrets with my best friend,
wishing our playing time outside would never end.
How I loved to run!
In sweet memories I recall swimming in the lake,
helping Mom in the kitchen when she would bake,
and eating more icing than I had put on the cake.
Having fights with a water gun.
How wonderful were my days spent as a child,
Dad called me a tomboy because I was a bit wild.
I was happy and content with life, always beguiled
with everything I'd done.
My braided pigtails were yanked by a silly boy in school.
He giggled like an idiot thinking he was so cool,
til I fought back with a fist and called him a 'stupid fool.'
That battle I had won.
If memory serves me well, I remember not liking boys.
Always wanting their way and making too much noise.
I preferred playing house with many of my stuffed toys.
Boys were creatures to shun.
I was very competitive and wanted to win every race,
and didn't care much in those days about ladylike grace.
I recall being angry with myself for falling flat on my face
and not talking to anyone.
I've photos of me since I was born and it's plain to see
that my childhood was a very delightful time for me.
With a loving family like mine, I grew up quite esprit.
I love them all, a ton!
October 8, 2022 - A Constance La France Contest
Writing Challenge - Past Memories - "T" Forms Poetry
Categories:
childhood memories, childhood,
Form:
Tail-rhyme
adventurous days
running through wildflower fields
carefree memories
of playing with my siblings
birthday parties and skating
first day of grade school
a bit shy to make new friends
riding a school bus
Sesame Street with Big Bird
snacking on cookies and milk
waiting for Santa
holidays and Christmas trees
loving family
lots of giggles and laughter
old photographs in scrapbooks
August 13, 2022
Childhood Nostalgia Contest
Sponsored by JCB Brul
Categories:
childhood memories, childhood, memory,
Form:
Tanka
Waves
and spume
tickles toes
as I paddle
on the shore ... reliving my childhood days
Sweet memories come flooding back to me
a tiny tot
having fun
in the
sea
Tetractys This Poetry Contest
Charles Messina
4/28/19
Categories:
childhood memories, beach, childhood, memory, sea,
Form:
Tetractys
"How sweet to the heart are the scenes of my childhood"
Samuel Woodworth, 1785-1842
How bittersweet my young days were indeed,
without a thought or care how life's begun.
My parents would give all I’d ever need.
I’d skip along the sidewalk in the sun
and played with friends that now are oh so dear
with Summertime the height of all the fun.
The Wintertime was just as great when here
with piles of snow to roll in for to play.
In time the sun would make it disappear.
It was so nice to go to school each day
with mind and heart set free to something new,
to learn to work and live another way.
This one thing of my youth alone is true.
Each year by grace of God I grew and grew.
11/22/20
Categories:
childhood memories, childhood, memory,
Form:
Terza Rima
Picking berries on grandpa’s farm;
watching him milk cows in the barn.
Getting chased once by swarms of bees.
Oodles of childhood memories.
Books that I read with so much to gain.
Walking down that long country lane;
Hiding behind and climbing up trees.
Oodles of childhood momories.
We had albums; one Disney song
Snow White sang and we’d sing along.
That dear pink bear I loved to squeeze.
Oodles of childhood memories.
Happy as heck, let out of school;
walking miles to the public pool.
Firefly nights with a cooling breeze.
Oodles of childhood memories.
Kickball, volleyball, so much fun
Hosing each other down in the sun.
My siblings and I so easy to please.
Oodles of childhood memories.
A pogo stick and bikes to share.
My troll dolls with their goofy hair.
Hoppity Hop I did with ease.
Oodles of childhood memories.
“Bonanza” time – popcorn our treat.
All the food I ever did eat.
Being the oldest and the tease.
Oodles of childhood memories.
Our vacations, Halloween and
Christmas parties that were so grand.
Sledding and skating; oh the freeze!
Oodles of childhood memories.
Slumber parties; each lovely friend.
Sisters, though, are friends to the end.
The four I’ve got make better these
oodles of childhood memores.
July 10, 2019 (Happy Birthday to my baby sister!)
For Julia Ward's 'Favourite Poem in Rhyme from July 2019' Poetry Contest
Categories:
childhood memories, childhood,
Form:
Rhyme
summer's golden hot
auntie's made cool lemonade
front porch nostalgia
flowers all the day
in mauve orange and yellow
playing in the yard
lemon meringue pie
and sunflowers are nodding
gilded memories
Categories:
childhood memories, childhood, color, drink, family,
Form:
Haiku
Casting my mind back many a year
To childhood days spent catching bees
Those long gone memories do bring a tear
Playing with friends in the summer breeze
A simple jam jar, air holes pierced in the lid
Laden with clover and blades of green grass
To catch a bumblebee, shear delight for a kid
Observing him carefully through the transparent glass
Like little scientists we named differing species
Terminology I can still recall to this day
What a pleasure it is to remember these
Adventure along the hills was our kind of play
It saddens me today to see young minds so numbed
Lush fields of green devoured and disappeared
To technology, children have now succumbed
Our beautiful world has been commandeered
Whilst walking upon a small meadow of green
I spotted a young boy with a glass jar in his hand
My eyes were aghast at what I’d just seen
It seems there’s still hope upon the land
I watched from afar as he examined his catch closely
Suddenly releasing him and away he did fly
With a loving smile, the boy waved him off joyfully
As I meandered off into the distance, wiping a tear from my eye
Categories:
childhood memories, adventure, beautiful, flower, nature,
Form:
Rhyme
Dad, how I love to recall
The days when I was very small,
On your lap, ear upon your chest,
Moments like these I loved the best.
Holidays with coastal walks,
Singing songs and having talks.
Shadow puppets on the wall.
Picking me up after a fall.
Saucepan lids and banging pans
Singing MacNamaras band.
With my 'slippy' on your head,
Auntie Mary stories before bed.
A too-ra-loo-ra lullaby.
Flying kites in the sky.
Waves waves you can't catch me,
Egg and chips for our tea.
Gear changing in the car.
Making an elastic band guitar.
Sticky toffee, Turkish delight.
Looking at the stars at night.
These memories bring so much pleasure,
Of a childhood that I treasure,
So on this special fathers day
There's just one thing I want to say.....
...... I love you xx
17th June 2017
For my dad on Father's day tomorrow.
Categories:
childhood memories, childhood, dad, father daughter,
Form:
Rhyme
How often does your childhood memories
Haunt you? Deep asleep?
When you awake at dawn? Halfway through
The Rubicon of your daydreams?
In the thick of solitude, or just when
You wax nostalgic with your folks?
Do you hold happy ones so dear you wish to
Turn back the hands of time and relive them?
Do you remember them vividly
Or do they clog your memory like a fog?
How long do they fade into oblivion
Before they spring back again like a boomerang?
Do they keep lingering and floating
In your mind like a cloud, or do they
Steal away as quick as a flash of lightning?
Do the unpleasant ones stick to
Your mind like metal sticks to magnet
Or do they escape like grains of sand do
When squeezed tightly under a clenched fist?
Date written and posted: 01/18/2018
Categories:
childhood memories, childhood, imagery, memory, poetry,
Form:
Verse
Climbing frames where we grazed our knees
Knees kissed better by watchful mum.
Mum always there while we had fun
Fun days at play – how I miss them!
Contest Four Lines Only. Nette Onclaud
Checked with how many syllables
7th June 2015
Jan Allison
Visual 5
Categories:
childhood memories, childhood, memory,
Form:
Free verse
"How sweet to the heart are the scenes of my childhood"
Samuel Woodworth, 1785-1842
my thoughts gathered like seashells on this sand
i watch this sun rise a bloodied red sphere
lifting from the sea, beneath it i stand
i am alone again, it's death i fear
yet i hear you whispering through this air
a mother's voice now tarries on my ear
i close my eyes just to see us all there
soft lonely whispers fall through ocean's sound
relentless like these moments we now share
as time waits for no one, so i have found
cherished are the seconds where you reside
in childhood memories that now astound
on the ocean's edge with you by my side
i feel a thunderous roar of my heart
wallowing over this pain that i hide
i open my eyes as you now depart
watching these gulls as their wings spread apart
november 22, 2020
Childhood Memories Contest
Sponsored by Constance La France
Categories:
childhood memories, childhood, death, memory, ocean,
Form:
Terza Rima
Delicately crafted Indian arrowheads,
razor-sharp flint projectile points,
primitive stone bullets,
hidden artifacts from long ago.
Eventually, they call out to our curiosity
on hot and steamy summer mornings,
inviting us to freshly plowed cornfields,
where they’ve patiently slept for millennia.
You know they’re out there,
hoping to remain buried secrets, yet
wishing to be found, revered, and held excitedly
in eager young boys’ sweaty palms.
We hunted them as faithfully as
the ancient “arrowhead” men,
who hunted prey with bows and spears
in long forgotten grasslands and forests.
Something powerful awakens inside you
in realizing you are the first person
to hold this cool, jagged-edged stone tool
since it was created 2,000 years ago.
Suddenly, you become aware that
nothing is really lost in our vast universe–
It is simply waiting for an inquisitive hand
to reach into the dark earth and bring it back to life.
Categories:
childhood memories, childhood, remember, spiritual,
Form:
Free verse
Categories:
childhood memories, childhood, children, cry, fear,
Form:
Footle
This day would come,
of course, I knew
that seasons passed,
not how they flew.
My sons grew tall
how can that be!
I want them back
upon my knee!
I want to hold them
once again,
and sing them love songs
without end.
I want their whispers
in my ear
of magic words
that children hear.
I want to catch them
before they fall.
I want them back again,
but small.
I want to read them
Story Time.
I want their small hands
holding mine.
The years flew by
then gone too fast.
I want their childhood
now, not past.
I didn't think that time
would leap.
I want those days
I couldn't keep.
Categories:
childhood memories, childhood, children, growing up,
Form:
Rhyme