Childhood Poems | Examples of Childhood Poetry

Limericks X This is a more serious limerick: The Abandoned Child’s Complaint by Michael R. Burch I hoped you might have loved me, but you pushed me out to sea like Moses, for some other strange Egyptian mother: Isis, Nefertiti. Keywords/Tags: limerick, child. childhood, children, child abuse, baby, abandonment, unloved, love, unwanted, mother...

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Cosy lights and small toy cars. Chasing baddies under the bed clothes by torchlight for the moon and the stars. Creating people and places and crimes. Creating heros and villains with no pennies or dimes. Finding beauty that you cannot find the words to describe. Sunlight through tree shadow cut by a bird taking flight. Mist like magic under the...

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You were always so good At hiding yourself in the dark I tried and I tried To throw you out Of the furthest recesses of my mind And somehow you are still there Embedded in the deepest crevices of my brain Where I couldn't see you Lurking there in the blackness For thirty years Waiting ... for one of those days When I'm down and...

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I remember you my first ever friend, You and I were only six years of age, But within a year you moved away; Do you even remember my name? Can you recall what we used to play? All the fun we had, our goofy game? Or am I not in your memory book, a blank page? I wonder why a child's relationship...

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… Vi racconterò una storia triste, ma purtroppo necessaria: tratta di colui che animò la terra soffiandoci dentro dell’aria. Nel suo progetto ci avrebbe reso gli esseri supremi. Non sapeva l’avremmo tradito diventando gli esseri più estremi. È bello sentirsi Dei; soprattutto se si è pochi e meschini: Lui ci ha creato il mondo e noi abbiamo creato i confini. L’hanno sostituito. Dicevano di parlare in sua vece. E non...

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The whisper of a promise The hope of a new dawn The sun rises with curiosity Of what might come along Of who might change the world An elderly black woman sits Basking in the sunlight to reminisce Of a life far from bliss Where pain was embedded in her blood And childhood was an unfamiliar experience...

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If Not For Love by Michael R. Burch, circa age 18 The little child who cries, brushing sleep from startled eyes, might not have awakened from her dreams to fill the night with plaintive screams if not for love. The little collie pup who tore the sofa up and pleads here in a mournful crouch, might not have ripped apart the couch if not for love. And...

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Mom said be sure to wash your face off before lunch, by gosh The son obeyed ...

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… Disperazione. Questa conosciuta. Piovra, s’avventa! Tentacoli. Strade. Nessuna corretta. … Dio. Questo conosciuto. Faro, acceca! Raggio. Sentiero. Occlusa la meta. … Alcol. Questo conosciuto. Sedativo, addormenta! Ebbrezza. Sosta. Tutto si ferma. … Il sogno. Questo conosciuto. Preservativo, attenua! Risveglio. Partenza. Verso la Belva. … ...

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Waist not an outfit, Barbie with her slip-on shoes, fairy-belts; plush hair, sometimes in ponytails. Forget-me-not her impossible figure. Why do some suppose that Barbie should be fat or ostracised? So what we dream in fairytales! So what, feminity is only skin deep and doesn’t include secret places. Us girls always knew what was there. It’s all pretend. We live in a...

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I woke with blood in my mouth and no memory of the scab that sealed the rasure. I’m cat-spitting dog-growling peregrine-divebombing rooster-flogging badger-flipping hornet-stinging wolverine-ripping mad. I fired the sun for showing up late cursed the fridge light until yogurt soured in terror. God called I let it ring twice. The therapist said breathe so I swallowed my tongue now I speak in the language of things with canines. coyote-howl syntax vulture-vowel decay the guttural grammar of...

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rewiring of rainbows across memories ~ child's play Submitted on July 24, 2025 for contest ILLUSKU : ILLUSTRATED HAIKU CHALLENGE sponsored by JCB BRUL (using my own painting)...

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As I sit by myself in a room full of Strangers, I listen to the cacophony , The Chaos of Voices, laughter and conversations ; It feels very familiar, and I can't help but wonder how soon it Will end . And again after a few...

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He was deeply worried, A problem lay within, Buried in the depths of his heart, Countless slaves in his possession. He wanted to control All of them, he needed A unique identity for each. Suddenly, he struck upon The idea of a fingerprint. ...

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