Childhood Poems

Submerged Continent

Fingers pull at sunlight, warm and trembling,
curling it around small, unstoppable palms.
Dust sparkles in the air like fairy particles,
twirling and whirling as if the sky itself,
is shaking secrets like sprinkles just for me.

The carpet folds beneath bare toes, soft as moss and rough as bark,
each step a drumbeat in a forest of my own making.
The

More Than A Soft Toy

My teddy bear is antique
He has lived a long life
and is a bit worn
Despite its appearance
there is never any doubt
on who owns him

I got it from my grandmother
when I was born
The cradle of nostalgia
unforgettable memories
He has been with me all my life
and is my best friend

The teddy bear is made of soft
and lovely fabric
that feels

Childhood Memories

Those years are like dusty boxes filled with old books, each representing a significant leap in my life. They captured my first steps that led to countless experiences. I often remember my small bottle of goat’s milk, flavored with Grenadian nutmeg to mask the taste. My father must have seen the look of disgust on

Nana's Perfume

Tea bags and wet dog, crossword ink on fingertips.
Chocolate biscuit wrappers, garden pond algae.
Hairspray that held those curly grey locks in place. Regal.

Scents mixed and shaken, 
ground and stirred – a dusting of her
that wafts through air like a time 
machine, shuttling me back to a 
bowling alley, a country show digging 
up worms. A

Hold my Hand

It's a far reaching stretch,
Large people has flooded in,
I am not alone,
My father has held my brothers hand pretty strong;
As he makes the path in between 
I too am catching up ,
A carnival is yet to come
Huge creatures approached 
 as we stood in front .

Loud drums and hustling crowd 
papa speaks to his friends

More Than A Soft Toy

I gifted my daughter on her birthday
a doll with smile flashing on lively face as if it was alive. 
She thought she could hear the doll speak while embraced.
This is what the smiling doll said to her one day, she heard.

I am utterly amazed when I look around me, 
all the angry faces of high

More Than a Soft Toy

My nephew had a grey Mousie,
When he was a small boy.
He took it everywhere with him,
His precious mouse soft toy.

If Pete became upset would cry,
I want my Mousie now.
And with his thumb in his mouth,
With Mousie settled down.

This Mousie was a soft grey toy,
Given to nephew Pete.
When he was just a babe in arms,
No other

More Than A Soft Toy

for-More Than A Soft Toy Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Natasha L Scragg 

there once was a child from Adelaide,
who had a teddy called Marmalade.
taking each other by the hand,
they roamed imaginations land:
there, they never turned scared or afraid.

this world they only had each other,
no mother, father or big brother.
on a tandem they would ride,
or they`d

school of lessons

I looked into
eyes,
darkened
to bruises
and
being thrown
as you
go blind
to concussion.

Being thrown
and strangled
by no
a stranger
but
he never knew
why
so
mischievous
your pockets.

Slapped
across
the face
for
marking
with
the wrong pen...

I made friends
with this devil
and stubborn-ed
his abuse
into the full
of witness abuse
As a child,
I never knew,
but I did
and grew...
once no obtuse.....

I used a charm
of reverse
psychology
of his anger
in the skies,
I mellowed
like ice cream
of cones......

Time was when

Words vouched for my good
Made me sulk, feel very bad
In days of childhood.
Today, things do make me sad
Which, in cool silence I brood.

We call it old age
When we subtract more than add
Things on life’s last page,
Dwell on few days we feel glad,
Days not, in muted hush mad.
_______________________
Tanka (Senryu + couplet) |06.09.2025| childhood, life, old age,

Mothers love

Warmer than the summer sun 
Softer than the breeze 
Sweeter than a rose in bloom
My mother’s all of these’s . 

My mother always stood by me 
Throughout my childhood years 
She would always be around me 
If I would shed a tear. 

She would always pick me up 
No matter when I fall
Because the love

I Tried

I tried to be good as a kid
But it never worked out for me
If there was any kind of trouble
Right in the middle is where I'd be

I tried to escape it but I never did
Trouble was like a shadow to me
Like a mosquito on a summer night
Trouble would never let me be

I tried to be

i don't want to be nineteen

10
i've just moved back to my hometown but i have none of my old friends
i'm at a new school
not many people seem to like me
i'll have more friends
maybe when i'm older?
oh how i want to be older
11
i made a couple of friends 
we laugh and joke around with one another
i pretending i'm not fearing what

The Notice Change

We were once rivers,
braiding through each other’s lives,
carving valleys of shared wonder.

Now we float in bubbles,
soft-walled sanctuaries of sameness,
drifting past one another
with eyes turned inward.

The more we seal our edges,
the less we feel the ripple,
of another’s breath.

free-verse of a childhood and sleep problems

There's a ghost,
since my child-hood,
seen them floating
in my bed-room
when I was seven....
They never scared me,
but they just floated
in repetition,
and they had this
look of horrendous
of torturous.....

I don't believe
as I can't ever feel,
when the seeds
never grew to boil,
and weeds take the toll
and neglect is a toil,
You tried hard and never,
gave up on how its severed,
my knife to

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