Innocence Childhood Poems | Examples
These Innocence Childhood poems are examples of Childhood poems about Innocence. These are the best examples of Childhood Innocence poems written by international poets.
Children are very BRIGHT and their INSIGHT just MIGHT
DELIGHT, when watching them INTERACT so MATTER-OF-FACT
As they TRANSACT in PLAY and listening to what they SAY
Any DAY while sharing their WORLD that’s so UNFURLD.
Being CAREFREE and with GLEE accept what they SEE
And never BE caught in AFFAIRS needing REPAIRES
That are not THEIRS, remaining AHEAD and not MISLED
But INSTEAD, they are GUIELESS and therefore stay TIMELESS
Seizing the MOMENT without OPPONENT or POSTPONMENT
Take this COMPONENT and FOREVER will ENDEAVOUR
To lose it NEVER, instead just CAPTURE childhood RAPTURE
And MANUFACTURE life that APPEALS to their IDEALS.
Remember when they used to put toys in the bottom of cereal boxes.
I would eat huge bowls to get to the treasure a bit sooner.
One time I took a most severe shortcut.
I plunged my dirty little mitt through layers of anticipation and flakes.
To reach a little blue plastic pig wrapped in her plastic blanket.
Mother caught and chastised me, just shy of an 8-cylinder cry.
At least I didn't get a beating, and she let me keep the little blue swine.
I never did the dirty plunge again, at least not in front of the scolder.
I never did collect the entire set of plastic farm animals.
Before long, I moved on to Louisville Sluggers and puppy love.
Lush backyard trees secured me
at the delicate age of five
and my country mind was so carefree
as my summer heart stirred alive.
As a innocent child,
I listened to mom sing to me;
a lovely bedtime lullaby,
as she kissed my night fear away.
And since a little girl,
dad took me for long nature walks;
he taught me about the song birds,
and all the wildflowers growing.
Before life's knife touched me,
mom told me to always be kind;
to show love- be truthful in life,
and to never ever do harm.
My innocence taken,
that innocent child is scarred;
lots of angels now guide my steps,
yet, the love from childhood remains.
Those smiles and laughs, those wild, irrational cries,
The ease of trusting all the souls around,
That prompt, sweet nod to check parental eyes—
Were these not graces with which I was crowned?
I lived in moments, free from heavy weights.
I did not label things as good or bad.
Was I designed for punishments or fates?
Could I be truly, deeply grave or glad?
I did not judge. I did not loathe or hate.
Each soul could trust and fully lean on me.
No one within my circle was too great.
In my calm presence anyone felt free.
Have guileless blossoms withered as I’ve grown?
Far from my own true self, has my soul flown?
Once when we were young
we thought we could reach
the rainbow’s treasure,
how life does unteach
naivety’s first truths,
and does innocence
suffer loss in fires
of meticulous
rules of behavior,
enshrined by elders
who secret themselves
in moldy cellars?
Before being stymied by what I know
laced in the floating finesse of fireflies
I saw magic in little things like a glow.
No-one enjoys losing four in a row.
There was an infinite amount of tries
before being stymied by what I know.
My fairy godmother’s gift to bestow
rounded out the smile in her replies,
I saw magic in little things like a glow.
Always with such innocence to borrow
floating down from rainbow filled skies
before being stymied by what I know.
Wouldn’t even think to utter ‘I dunno’
my inner voice would never chastise,
I saw magic in little things like a glow.
The pitter patter of a childhood show
takes us to dreamland until sunrise.
Before being stymied by what I know,
I saw magic in little things like a glow.
There’s something
Innocent, pure
And wondrous
About a child’s
Love of snow,
Let’s hope the
Innocence stays
For we know
The snow
Will go!
Looking back at life lived through yesteryears,
when we dwelt in the now, engaged in play,
they were fun-filled days bereft of dark fears,
as rapture in our heart grew, day by day.
Fragrance of lilies and honeysuckle,
exuded from our aura a soft glow;
we were quick to forgive, prone to chuckle,
at the foibles of friends with us in tow.
When our ego surfaced, soul felt betrayed,
garden of our mind with thoughts polluted,
so we now regret why from love we strayed,
lost in lust, pulse of innocence muted.
God granted us free will, which we misused ~
Let’s be a child again with bliss suffused
Look at a ladybug
happily frolicking
on a plant
Count all her
little black dots
and let her crawl
onto your hand
Keep watching as she
spreads her wings
and carefully picks
her moment to fly
Watch how her red
catches the sunlight
as if seeing this
for the very first time
Look through the eyes
of a child, amazed
because you enjoy
this little event
immensely
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 dawn of a new day.
Fields of miles to explore and conquer in the innocence of play.
Dreams that weren’t broken by the reality of life.
Eyes wide with wonder in soft faces of warm light.
Laughter and joy chasing the sun.
The days when we could dream of being anything or anyone.
Comeback-Shirley, starting early,
I'm the sparkle that teases night.
Worship, the Madonna baby!
Comeback-Shirley
Foam hair curlers set loose coils tight.
Strawberry cheeks, fans wish to see.
Appearances, tilt the glass right.
Put your sugar bowl out, missy.
The world shall call you its sunlight.
Stolen cradle, aren't you in glee?
Comeback-Shirley
as a child again
spontaneous soul
sheds off thought flow chain
carefree, feeling whole
dances in the rain
Today I’m grateful that no matter how much I age
as I continue to sing…even if a little off-key…
a little bit of my childhood innocence
sings along with me.
‘When you are not fed love on a silver spoon, you learn to lick it off knives.’ - Lauren Eden
lilies and ravens
dance together making mud puddles
thick as salve caked on deep wounds
stemming not the ooze
tinctures from droppers
bitter herbs labeled for survival
use only as directed
replenish nothing
rancid birthday cakes
gleeful candles form dancing shadows
glassy story-telling eyes
yearn desperately
gleaming steel knives slice
neat little rows across the table
the sacrificial altar
where naked I lay
ignorant children
don't see the bullies in their own homes
doling birthrights like feed for
ravens and lilies
Written 8 April 2025
For the contest Light or Shadows hosted by Suzette Richards