Happy Childhood Poems | Examples

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


Premium Member- Seven -


   Doc, knows more or less everything 
   Grumpy, always sour as a citrus fruit
   Happy, an absolutely lovely personality
   Sleepy, suffers from Idiopathic Hypersomnia
   Bashful, a blushing sunrise of purest rays
   Sneezy, scratches nose and sneezes constantly
   Dopey, don't greet him with a cold shoulder


Premium Member- Paper Boat -


    On running water
    boat made by folding paper
    Cruise through history
    an unknown short adventure
               - even the Titanic sank

Premium Memberrejection

rejection ignored, spurned hurting, declining, dismissing invitation, application, offer, popularity accepting, loving, approving welcomed, trusted validation

Premium MemberHear the Sounds of Childhood

Can you hear the children shout and play?
Does it remind you of yesterday?
Take a moment and close your tired eyes.  
Remember an ancient sunny day.  

Now, hear those happy squeals and cries 
harmonize in a sweet reprise
of a childhood that was so much fun
on the schoolyard with the girls and guys.

Red rover and hopscotch 'neith the sun, 
friendships and crushes just begun,
youth's excitement, which we once knew,
and the joy to race and skip and run.  

Now, open your eyes to today's view. 
We grew up and we grew old, we two. 
To those days, although we can't return,  
I'm glad I can relive them with you.

Premium Member1968

My t-shirt had holes, and my jeans had some patches. 
My feet were bare, and my elbows both had scratches. 
The grownups were all indoors and the kids were out of sight.  
'Twas a perfect childhood, 'neith a sun that shined so bright.
As we rode our bikes to the beach in nineteen sixty eight,  
we felt the sea breeze on our faces.  Everything was great.   
Blissfully unaware of the nightmare in the jungle land,
I collected seashells in the Southern California sand. 
My parents called me inside, with news, one cloudy day,
about the blast that blew my happy childhood away.


Premium MemberLoving My Own Company

My favourite time in childhood
was pre-school as the only one
playing in my own little bedroom
with my toys and myself for fun

These days, I realised one thing
communication was a real defect
realising I had a stammer, so real
caused me trouble whoever I met

So I really loved life on my own
loving my own company O so sweet
learning to be content and happy
lying on the floor was my comfy seat

We had two cats and a dog
they were great friends for me
love to cuddle them in my arms
watch them run around so free

These days were special memories
ones that I look back with joy
it's amazing now at seventy-one plus
I wonder what I could say to that little boy

Premium MemberA Matter of Perspective


The many forts I’ve helped to build
will not go down in history.
Instead of warriors, these were filled
with grandkids. Creativity
with household items was the key.

With five chairs draped in king-size sheets,
fat pillows, and a few small toys,
they played, took naps, and munched their treats—
proof positive some girls and boys
are happy with life’s simple joys.

I’m fascinated by the sight
of castles in an ancient land,
but I must say I most delight
in those kids build with warm, wet sand
or little toy bricks, Lego brand.

Premium MemberI Am an Oak Tree

Allow me to introduce myself to you. 
I knew your dad and grandfather too. 
I am an oak tree, one hundred years old. 
I've lived through hot weather. I've lived through the cold. 
I won't be happy til you climb on my limbs.
I'm your home away from home til twilight dims.
Hop up on the swing your grandpappy built. 
Go as high as you can - I'd say, "full tilt". 
Enjoy my acorns, my squirrels and my shade,
and I hope your children will play where you played.

Premium MemberHeart

Heart 
encourages 
to look with 
a child's eye

Premium MemberMaking Up

I am playing with mommy’s make up While she’s tired and putting her feet up I’m supposed to be having rest too But face painting’s a fun thing to do. Mommy placed the curlers in my hair She tells me it gives me added flair So I’m painting my face, as mom does Hoping it makes her happy heart buzz. My hair will become curly whirly And my face decidedly girly With my lips covered in red lipstick Blusher on my cheeks, and green eyelids. Mommy is bound to have a surprise When she wakes up and opens her eyes I'm sure she'll say that I look charming Don't know what she means by self harming.

Premium MemberFeeling Nostalgic


Childhood memories
come back on nostalgic track.
With naivety 
I’m happy,
find the child in me.

Premium MemberHappy Birthday,Cousin Yolanda

             6/10/2025


Dearest Cousin Yolanda~


Ponderings on our days so very long ago, 
When we were the stars of our parents’ lifelong show.
How proud they were to have us at their side!

We were precious and cared for, like angels with sweet smiles
I saw you blossom from a charming, sweet, little girl.
Your mother loved and cared for you, like an expensive, shiny pearl.
I see you as the same diamond child that you once so happily were.


Love,
Cousin Pangiota



Premium MemberCandyfloss

a spangled stand stood at a summer fair
the sugar shack sells at nine dollars a treat
pastel skeins of silk spun lighter than air
melt-in-mouth-goodness, so delectable and sweet

each tender bite is a firework of ecstasy
but this transient delight sure costs a pretty penny!

Premium MemberRub-a-dub-dub

Rub-a-dub-dub ~
Mommy and her little one, splashing in the tub,
playing with Mr. Beluga, the whale,
and grabbing Wally the walrus by the tail,
and riding two seahorsies: 
one named Gitty, the other one Yup.
© Rio Jansen  Create an image from this poem.

Premium MemberSummer Rain

The sun rises up,
Then the clouds move in.
Heavy with drops,
Soon the rain would begin.
It’s wild at first,
With lightning flashes,
Then the thunder,
With booms and clashes.
It moves quickly by,
The high winds blow.
Then it calms,
As if to know
We need a break,
From the summer sun.
We want to play
And have some fun.
Under the trees
We make up games,
Freed from the heat
By the cool summer rains.

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