Childhood Blessing Poems

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

Nostalgia 

there is nothing in my past
I like to re-live 

I remember my childhood
in every painful detail

I have no nostalgia for 
a mythical time that never was 
 
Living with

© Jan Hansen  

You are a flower watered by pure desire 
Of a young heart so deep in love 
A red rose in the sun, you are my

© Messoh Vincent  

I was just a girl of six or seven,
Stubborn, wild, yet touched by heaven.
Mornings woke with fairs in bloom,
Joy would dance in every room.

Only from

© Krishika Upadhyay   

As the ethereal guitar mesmerises
My soul responds
As if I dipped into a melodic bath
Of perfectly curated
Lovingly tempered 
Heart massaging
Candle flickering 
Water 

A fragrant tune invades

© Sam Scott  

My little cousin, Junior, lost his mom when she was only 39 and he was 9. It was such a devastating time for him –

© Regina Mcintosh  

"Memories buried in the wavering wash of time"

Here am I resurrecting with faith's glow
“Memories buried in the wavering wash of time”
Thankful for flowing grace along

© Beata Agustin  

It is the quite longing in the heart of a man, to dwell in peace with the woman who bore him 
To know her not

© Muyesu Amboga  

"Ode to the Hmar Hills"

No crowded streets, no city’s glare,  
But Hmar Hills' green slopes and mist-kissed air—  
Where Pherzawl’s rains in whispers

© Emmanuel Serto  

I sit in class, I play pretend,
I laugh too loud, I text my friends.
They say, "Grow up," but I never did—
I’m just a kid.
I make

© Ingrid Curtis  

Dedicated to My Dad, Who I Equally Love Confused, Just as God Intended for Our Mutual Soul Growth

In my life, all pain has been like

© CayCay Jennings  

The water ripples, the wind howls as the dock sways with the breeze.
The birds chirping, the turtles tanning, the leaves tremble on the trees.
Peace be

© Jessica Murphy  

Up on the winding mountain,
there is a structure we knew so well— 
now consumed by red, devoured in flame. 
It was our shelter, a meeting

© Laura Breidenthal  

A great Day 
This morning, although Monday has a jubilant 
Feel, the wind is light, the winter sun warms 
The balcony, as seen sitting inside

© Jan Hansen  

For your Himalayan Singing Bowl retreat stood neat.
For you gifted five eager souls, sheer enjoyable flight -
For your expense paid treat gave me first time

© Iris E. Sankey- Lewis  

All I want is for you to come and see me so that we can carve out our final destiny, the moment keeps drifting by

© Christine Phillips