Best Childhood Memory Poems

childhood memory
in a country field of gold- 
birds chase me away

childhood memory
of lush emerald green ferns-
frogs leap and I run

childhood memory
of sweet coolness in the woods-
flies chase me away

childhood memory
and fields of yellow daisies-
bees buzzing wildly

childhood memory
of soft pink roses blooming-
a thorn makes me bleed

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My auntie came to visit when I was three, but nearly four.
    I proudly and lovingly wore her name gifted to me, a sweet legacy.
       I was filled with excitement and delight, her eyes twinkled in...

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(Dedicated to one of my childhood friends)

You were one of those charming lilies
that bloomed, so fresh, in my springtime pond;
when my homesick wings of longings flutter and soar, 
and my mind alights 
on the periphery of the playparks of the past,
I reminisce all the little...

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Life's valued treasures, I hold most dear,
the ones that dwell deep within my heart.
There's a special memory from younger days
that I will share with you, and fondly impart.

When I think as far back as I can, I remember,
there was only one special thing I ever...

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Forest fairies changing colors,
autumn's patchwork pattern weaving
in the foggy morning stillness
before winter's barren grieving,
up the river on the damp air,
up hollows through the shadowed vales
sounds the mournful, sobbing whistle:
once more memory rides the rails.

Childhood song for railroad watchers -
a tinge of hobo in my veins,
longing...

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The dream of every Little Leaguer
in our town was to play in The Ballpark.
The Ballpark was the diamond 
where all the Major League games were played.

There were only four teams
in the Major League.
The best of the Little Leaguers
were drafted onto those four teams.

The Ballpark was...

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It’s been many years since I’d climbed the wooden steps to my parent’s attic. The hinges of the trap door creak and a cloud of dust rises as I push the door open. I fumble for the light switch; it takes several minutes for the...

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Sitting on the Fence at Twilight

When the sun waved good-bye in the afternoon,
I’d say hello to the smiling Man in the Moon. 
Perching on our gray concrete fence,
I’d swing my brown legs to a happy cadence.
From my solid fortress, I could see
a daily circus of...

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"Fragments and crumbs of life, 
                                  all the little pieces" 

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Daddy picked his cotton
Six scorched days a week
Sundays were sunny gleeful
Cotton candy I held in hand
He took me to the county fair
Pink and pretty as could be
Balloons hid my child's tears
for the days he toiled away

My daddy loved to toss me
high up in the air
he'd...

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Acrostic Memory

Acrostics introduced in fifth grade on a rainy winter afternoon
Careful crafted choice of words written in lyric cadence hues
Rhythmic flow like music class - songs of skaters waltzes spin
Out of tumbling imagination’s chaos form corrals intention’s whims
Shaping thoughts that rumble ramble like errant spitball...

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I will look to times no more, 
to this girl of eleven;
to the old house on the perfect street,
I loved it there, we loved it,
the worn wood floors,
the big olden kitchen,
the lovely flowers mom grew outside,

I will never forget the trees, the drooping green;
the...

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golden beach
sandcastles touch the sky
childhood memories

modern haiku 



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From the kitchen sink at the window sill,
I see a house on the distant hill,
when as a child I had time to kill,
where now my spirit wanders still.
Then life changed on a day that’s dire,
we choked on smoke and could see the fire -
that hillside...

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We played hide and seek
Running around the park.
And a game called british bulldogs,
It really was a lark.

Then there was scrumping apples
And getting chased off by the man.
How we loved knock and run,
Oh, how fast we ran.

Of course there was footie
Sometimes fifteen a side.
On tv we...

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