Best Childhoodlife Poems
My Life Comes Down To One Word,
Which Is Hell,
Half My Life My Eyes Seemed Blurred,
My Life Seems To Never Want To Get Well,
But It Does Excel,
Growing Up Was Hard Without A Father There All The Time,
My Mother Was There But Wasnt Trying,
My Momma Taught Me How To Be A Man Young,
It Didnt Hurt But It Still Stung,
Half The Time Growing Up I Wasnt A Kid,
I Had My Own Responsibilities,
I Was Young & Reckless,
I Wore My Heart Out Like A Necklace,
I Got Introduced To Drugs,
By The Time I Was 10 I Was Already A Thug,
Got Introduced To The Gang,
Started Commiting Crimes,
I Couldnt Even Tell You How Many Times,
Eventually Drugs Took Over My Life,
Theres So Many Times I Wanted To Turn To The Knife,
Suicide Seemed Like An Option Or A Way Out,
But I Learned Thats Not What Lifes About,
I Learned That Everything Happens For A Reason,
Just As The Sky Changes Because Of The Seasons,
Eventually I Did Time For All That I've Done,
I Did Get One Last Chance To Do Right,
I Took It & I Still Havent Let It Lose My Site,
Now Life Seems Brighter,
My Shoulders Seem Lighter,
I Seem To Be Getting Along Better,
But I Still Have My Doubts In Life,
But I Take Life One Day At A Time,
Im Taking It Slow,
Now Im Going With The Flow,
Staying On The Down Low,
Kicking It With Trevor(My Bro),
I Used To Tell People My Trains On One Track,
Now My Trains On Two & I Feel Brand New,
Now Im Focused On My Music & Gettin Heard,
Im Focused On Finding My True Love,
Now My Life Is A New Word,
Which Is Well,
& Ya Im Doin Swell,
I Hope Yours Is As Well.
A house to live in and a room of my own.
A family to love and a place to call home.
There is no one here that shows they care.
Having a life with nothing or no one to share.
Every night we would bough our heads and say a prayer.
That our life would change and things would be fair.
When I cry the burdens I carry hurt me through my soul.
My faith and hope is to have a life that makes me fill whole.
When I lay my head to sleep the pain I feel doesn't go away.
Before I sleep to our Lord I say please change my life I pray.
My life consist of a mom and brothers,sisters and never a dad.
The life she gave us was all we needed and was all she had.
So my life wasn't the best but it was filled with love.
But as we all grew-up our lives fit like a glove.
Teresa Skyles
Entered in Brian Strand's"Any 2011 posted poem 14 lines max"contest
I have never been in love
Just felt its shadow
Swaying in the moving sky
Its breath falling upon my neck
Lulling me into a false sense of security
All logic whittles down and dies
My little existence
Erupts such sorry anthems
From so many a replayed song
Habitual in their echoes
My body shifts restfully
As life reigns still strong
Downstairs life is flat line
Held down by routine
Limp bodies strive to get through
We feel drained
Too scared to glance a positive sun
Until the rain told me to look for you
I will not play the role of a "VICTIM" for now i am a "SURVIVOR!"
Its time to hold my head up high n thanx God that i am here one more day!
Livin life can be so hard, but living the life in a "VICTIM ROLE." CAN BE HARDER!
As i look bak on life n into the old dayz, itz true on wat people say, the ones who betray
u first r ur familia. But Thanx To GOD i know who i am n who i Want too be thanx to
everyone who helped me be a better woman in life!!!
Teenaged girls are rushing to grow up,
The dating game is calling their names,
little do they know, that the game
is filled with sinister twists and turns,
fatal errors that can make a life unfurl,
Nevertheless, thay all want to have first hand
experience, despite all the urgings and resistance,
teenagers feel as if life is passing them by
while they nourish their minds and cultivate their
personalities, if they only knew.....
The best years are filled with innocence and carefree
dalliances.
There's nothing more special than a new born birth.
When they come out and take their first breath on earth.
That twinkle in their eye with that innocent face.
As they start their life in the human race.
From that day forward their innocense will change.
With their life ahead there's nothing out of range.
They can become a lawyer, a doctor or even a dentist.
Or there's nothing wrong starting as an apprentice.
No matter what they become you won't love them less.
It's only themselves that they need to impress.
As long as they work real hard every day.
Then you brought them up in the right way.
He was my mommy’s addiction and I don’t know why.
I think about his nonexistent guidance as the days are passing by.
His actions towards his seed have caused her soul to cry.
Yet she still tries to find love for her daddy.
He was married to my mommy but treated her so wrong.
I can see her emotions change every time she’ll hear “their song”.
Before they were granted a divorce she endured his physical torture for so long.
But yet she’s still good friends with my daddy.
He walked out of my bothers life but came back as soon as he turned eighteen.
My brother thought the reality of having a daddy could only be a dream.
My granddad who died in ’82 was the only father figure he had seen.
Yet now he’s best friends with our daddy.
He’s not in my life now but he’ll try to be as soon as I become of age.
What I hoped would be a chapter in my life would only become a page.
He’ll suddenly reappear after his estranged daughter has become engaged.
But by then there would be no purpose for my daddy.
…Because he would have lost the privilege of walking me down the aisle.
Some kids go through life afraid,
But not because of choices that they made,
More because of the life they are forced to live,
And that Love no one could give,
They have a family and a home,
Yet every day they are alone,
With family some space they share,
But does anyone really care,
No one helps them to understand,
That if we try life can be grand,
Instead they simply muddle through,
With no real idea of what to do,
Never sure where they belong,
Nor do they care what's right or wrong,
All they want to do is fit,
So some false love they can get,
They think any kind of Love is the same,
Others can't see it what a shame,
Their life no one wants to touch,
For them it just be to much,
The insanity they want to stop,
Out of this world they want to drop,
Treated bad to many times before,
They really just don't care any more,
Spent their whole life alone,
Got nothing more then a heart of stone,
With this they can no longer deal,
Next thing they're out to kill,
Life has been a complete strain,
Now it's time to end the pain,
It's to bad no one could see,
That only death could set them free!
An Uncle Charlie Original
© 2008 unclecharlie
Our life with a mom and never a dad.
Made the best of everything we had.
Sometimes we were happy sometimes we were sad.
Through my childhood I always felt mad.
It was great to have our love for each other.
The love I got from my sisters and brothers.
We done all we could to make life easier for our mother.
The love she felt for us made us feel smothered.
With everything we got we had to share.
Thank goodness our granny was there.
We had a simple life but it was good.
Mom done ezaccly what she should.
Teresa Skyles
I can admit that my life is not perfect,
I do not always have the respect.
From mom and her beer,
And dad in a different hemisphere.
I always get lots of pity,
From people who are witty.
They think they understand,
But they only get second-hand.
In my life I am lost,
Like I am stuck in a holocaust.
And every ones against me,
And won’t leave me be.
When ever I open up,
I am told to shut up.
I can’t even tell how I feel,
Because there is to much to reveal.
I wonder why I was put here,
I’m far from a souvenir.
Even when I try to look,
Its always in the wrong book.
So if you have the nerve to tell me you know how I feel,
And say that my pain is no big deal.
I will never tell you yakkity-yak,
Mainly because I am a maniac.
My Pen and paper.
Tonight I will hate him
Tonight I will cry
Tonight I will hate every being
I’m not scared to lose myself
Hatred is the love of his life.
I hate him, I hate him
He will never be in my life
My life feels nothing, I feel like nothing
He feels stupid for never knowing me
I’m just not a child with no father
I’m a child who will never have a father.
He hurt me, im so hurt, I cry every night
My mom reminds me of him
They both deserve nothing from me
I owe them nothing
This is my life; I’m going to be happy
My life is this pen and paper
My life is in my words
My life is written on my lips and my mind
My life is when I’m writing my thoughts
My life is happy
I’m a very happy person.
my name is Karen
not to be confused with Aaron
i was raised in the hills,
but that don't hide the fact i still have bills
I've traveled the world
I've seen all sorts of places in this world
I've made a lot of memories
to the notebook with my peneries(made up word)
I'll write a tale or two
cause in my life there have been a few
i want people to know about me
at the end of my life they'll see
i wasn't just a country bumpkin
i was a smart and sassy pumpkin
Walking Backwards
I would trade anything
Not to have lived
The life I have lived
To feel in part
That I had played a part
That was me at least
Not to hit this wall
Not to feel so invisible
Not to look in the mirror
And see this unrecognizable recognizable stranger
Looking back at me
To have lived a life
So unmarked
So ordinary
Where every moment of happiness
Was not stained
In the dark black hole
Of my childhood memories
I would give anything
Not to feel like me
Just be able to turn my back on me
And simply walk away
Not to sense the stolen life
Still reaching out to me
Not to have walked this other
Trickster path of shadows
Confusion
Hurt and sorrow
Where love seems impossible
And life a pale ghost of isolation
Infects with its abused disease
To be able to stand up
And face the troubles of life
With some sense of bravery
Dignity
Confidence
Security
In my ability to cope
I cannot cope
Change these lines
That are engraved in my palms
Won’t you please
To know each and every emotion is true
And not some aberration
Of skewed rejection
Not to hide away the awful truth
And keep myself from feeling ashamed
By other peoples embarrassment
I would like it if people tried to understand
I would like it if my family and friends
Really knew me
Instead of knowing they never will
I would like to feel that there was some hope
Some compassion for me
And those like me
Out there in the world
And not this
Awkward sexual misconstruction
Of silences
They care not to think about
How abused children later become adults
Disconcerted silences
Humiliated innocence
I would like not to be blamed
Any more
But most of all
I would like not to feel like me
I would like to be able
To just turn my back on myself
And simply
Walk
Away
A child is born in a world of the unknown.
If only he knew what was really going on.
The cruelty he was shown will haunt his very dreams.
He is hated, and despised, or that’s how it seems.
I’m haunted by the pain of life is what he screams.
No one knows what goes on in and abused mind.
Please don’t look you won’t like what you find.
His heart is still breaking; it won’t go away in this life time.
Haunted, by a child hood that will always make him walk a fine line
He doesn’t want sorrow, or any ones pity.
He already thinks life isn’t pretty.
His spirit may be broken buts it’s not gone.
Haunted? Yes but he’s not alone.
He’ll be haunted until he’s dead and gone.
November 28-2008
By JD Couch
Little children listen please to what I have to say
In life you'll find the negative will fight real hard to stay
But if you keep you head up an follow all your dreams
you'll find life not so hard to bare
if only you believe
So no matter what the people say
you can be anything
nothing is to out of reach
don't let them spoil your dreams
you'll find life not so hard to bare
if only you believe