Childhood Poems | Examples of Childhood Poetry

Oh, if I could see once more a gumball machine in a grocery store. Alas, these days, I never do see any, although, they only cost a penny - and, then I'd like to take a ride on a little coin operated car outside....

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The salty wind tans my face, smile for miles of shoreline. My feet ecstatic to dip and go into the ebb and flow. I didn’t know it then, how time flies; so glad, so free, so liberating. Just a child running into Melbourne arms. She’s nine, this person I remember. I only remember pure happiness. It is addressed E V E R...

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I’m thinking of a person Who is strong and resilient. Big in personality but size is small. When mad, they turn a green pigment. All is lost when anger worsens. Tantrums raging, escalating. Tired now, limbs in a sprawl. I’m talking about toddler phasing, A daily battle of exertion....

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Men judge other men Not by their motivations But by their actions Who writes history It's written by survivors No one else is left In a person's life What can be worse than old age The alternative A man becomes old When his past regrets start to Take the place of dreams Hypocrisy is In its way a pillar of Civilization Childhood is over When a door that's left ajar Lets the...

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She started crying in the middle of rages— not the soft kind, but sharp, like she’d cut herself on something I couldn’t see. She slammed drawers. Shouted at a spoon. Broke a plate and sobbed as if the world had cracked with it. Before she left, my mother filled the kitchen with notes written on paper towels— taped to the cupboards, the countertops, the fridge. I couldn’t read, but...

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Wandering in the corridors of my heart Somewhere in a mystical part I came across a curious door But It felt like the life's core It was decorated with joyful lights Which had brighten my dark sight On opening the door, the new world emerge I entered it as my heart urge After entering I...

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When the lines are blurred How can we tell who we are anymore How do we know when innocence begins and when it ends Or if it ever really happened At all This was not everyone's experience But it was black children's For a black boy who had to be a man Before he could be a child...

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The sweet breeze making the tree limbs sway brings the scent of pine tonight. Drunken, two bunnies gracefully play in the gentle glow of the firefly night. The painted sky begins to fade and the stars are becoming bright. The sky is now dark blue suede, in the gentle glow of the firefly night. The...

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My hair is wild, as wild as can be. It sticks out in all sorts of places, It goes through many fits and stages, You can’t imagine the myriad of gazes! I have curls to a large degree. They won’t listen to my plea. My hair demands to be free....

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c a c k e d pavement and chalk, o c c h s o f a d e s in the rain p ...

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Home, home is a place where you're supposed to feel loved and safe. A place where you can go to get away. When you struggle throughout your day you know you can go and not feel like a castaway. Home, not everyone has one of those.I didn't growing up. I had drug addicts and people who didn’t care...

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Home, home is a place where you're supposed to feel loved and safe. A place where you can go to get away. When you struggle throughout your day you know you can go and not feel like a castaway. Home, not everyone has one of those.I didn't growing up. I had drug addicts and people who didn’t care...

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I am poor but still want more. I get a job but still want more. I go to parties but still want more. I buy everything but still want more. I try a hobby but still want more. I raise a family and don’t need more anymore....

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When I was four, I hadn't thought life a bore, As I was free to play, until one very day, I learned someday we all go out that door, One by one, "It was fun," I know I'll say. When I was 6, I was reminded of this crucifix: As I was trying to sleep, I began to seize, It was...

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In the shadowed corners of my thoughts, In a whisper, ...

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