Best Childhoodchildhood Poems
Down along a childhood path
Our noses tipped in red
I heard a voice, young and innocent that said,
“Come along down the childhood path.”
The crisp, cool air stung our faces
As we passed all those wondrous places
Looking again through eyes
In which fascination never dies.
Hand in hand we walked along the childhood path
Our laughter echoing through the trees
Our misty breath that could be seen
As we raced against the childhood path.
The race was over and I looked around
There was something I knew couldn’t be found.
Where went our bright eyes,
Our age, imagination and size?
I looked over my shoulder at the childhood path
I was walking forward but looking behind
Then I felt a small hand in mine…
“Walk along with me on the childhood path.”
There he stood before the bathroom mirror, shaving cream all over his face.
A quick shave before beginning once again, the new day's routine rat race.
I stood there beside him in awe as a young child.
"When will I be old enough to shave Dad?" He answered, "Right now."
He took a handful of shaving cream and gently applied it to my face.
"Be careful with this blade son," he said, "this is not a shaving race."
Looking back now I realize there was no blade in that Gillette.
My first shave with Dad, a moment from my childhood I'll never ever forget.
"How did you like your first shave son?" he asked, as he turned off the bathroom light.
"It was good Dad. When can I do it again?" I replied in childish delight.
His response;
"Savor this moment for as long as you can son,
because you're going to hate it for the rest of your life."
Turns out Dad was right.
Shaving is no longer a childhood delight.
"TUNING MY THOUGHTS"
Oh my Almighty!
Days passed so hasty,
Life is now withered & wild,
Please turn me back into a child.
If I really get such chance,
I would roll on,jump & dance.
Receiving this boon as a gain,
I wish to pamper my childhood again.
On the large crystalling heap of sand,
I build a castle with my little hand.
With the multi-colored china clay,
I make the toys & love to play.
On a pleasant,chill & breezy evening,
When the clouds burst out & start showering,
Enfolding the paper into a l'le boat,
I rush into the rain & let it float.
I enjoy the flavour of lollipop,
By smacking it from bottom to top.
I wish to fill all my pockets,
With large varieties of yummy chocolates.
My thumbs dance on the buttons of joystick,
To play the games merely fantastic.
Passing the minutes with frolic & fun,
Leaving my homeworks absolutely undone.
Iam now no more a kid,
To act & play as they did.
If I wish to be childish & noisy,
People yell that Iam gone crazy.
Twinkle Twinkle little star,
Every kid is a "sizzling star".
Iam left out with no more phrase,
To garnish the beauty of childhood days.
some memories were pure as gold
a child hood made of dreams
the walks amongst the greenest grass
the paddling in the streams
some memories I can't recall
or have I blocked them out
the times we sat upon the stairs
to here our parents shout
most days we laughed and played and ran
most days we just got through
I wish I could not feel the days
of bruises, black and blue
a happy childhood you and I
the rest not worth the thought
we're strong and wise, we lived and learned
through harshest lessons taught
now here I sit alone in mind
no kindred sole to speak
my childhood strengthened me so well
but only made you weak
the path you took was your downfall
I faced it all head on
our childhood memories all thats left
I miss them now your gone