Lost Childhood Poems | Examples
These Lost Childhood poems are examples of Childhood poems about Lost. These are the best examples of Childhood Lost poems written by international poets.
“Somewhere beyond the sink-hole, past the magnolia, under the live oaks, a boy and a yearling ran side by side, and were gone forever.” ~ The final sentence of The Yearling by Marjorie Kinnan Rawlings.
A child was gone forever…
Was I, too, once a child?
Would it be that never,
I’d again run free and wild?
Would I simply pass away
like little Fodder-wing,
not to see another day
where I might fly or sing?
Lately, I’ve been thinking of
a brand-new hopeful dawn,
and the feel of earnest love -
of Jody and his fawn.
I saw a waterwheel, saw a rabbit,
took more than just a look.
Another’s soul, I’d inhabit
in the chapters of a book.
Lost forever to the ages,
a long, forgotten “when” -
four hundred thirty pages
gave me childhood again.
The road to school, obscured, clouded
by something new, eerie but fun -
bright voices shone through the thick fog.
Oh, how we laughed at feeling lost.
Now, another fog, descended,
an elder now, those days are done,
and one last time, before they fade,
I play those voices once again.
By the time we entered the halls of
High School, something had changed.
We saw each other at a distance, in the
Hall, across the campus. If we were still
friends, we certainly were no longer close
And buddies as we once had been, such a short
While ago. We were Yates, Yank, Fonzy, Bobbie,
Jordan, and me, Cj.
We cared for each other, but time and space,
new place and new faces changed all that.
How amazing to think that after elementary
school, we dispersed and went our separate ways.
I heard that Fonzy died some 50 years ago. I spoke to Bobbie once by phone some 25 years ago, but have not seen any of them for nearly 60 years.
Oh how refreshing it would be just to see
Any of my long lost buddies just one more time.
Forevermore: is there such a place
does it perhaps exist on a star,
or, lost in clouds of lavender lace,
a secret saved inside a glass jar,
memories from a time very far
Forever more is in childhood’s tales
There it flies on a butterfly’s wings
It’s never found amid windy gales
but always found in castles of kings
And is in the notes a mermaid sings
Forevermore is the promise made
when love lifts those to walk on clouds
and dance midst colors of silver shade
Where only loveliness is allowed
and happiness is ever endowed.
I will find you in forevermore
We’ll wander through lilac-edged skies
On a bird’s wing, we’ll fly high before
sending whispers in crimson disguise
to golden rays in morning’s sunrise.
summer dust
old porch floorboards creak
like lost time~
halcyon thoughts
drifting through my quieted mind,
warm as yesterday.
Lost days of....
jumping in puddles,
making gourmet pies,
drinking water from the garden hose.
we rode our bikes everywhere
dairy treat knew us by our first names
streetlights were our curfew,
on weekends we explored-
no technology needed.
we were carefree to live
eating grandma's homemade cookies still hot,
sunbathing on towels in the backyard,
playing at the beach at cedar point.
we lived on Cherry Kool-Aid and adrenaline
home cooked meals at friend's houses-
where your parents were my parents.
these may be lost days,
but memories keep childhood spirits alive
Family, the ones you were taught to give endlessly to.
Giving and giving, everything of yourself not even seeing you were bleeding out.
Too absorbed in caring for other people who should have been caring for you.
Slowly fading, looking for your wound to temporarily stop the critical bleeding.
Too much lost, no longer able to use the quick fix anymore.
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At the counter’s edge,
my childhood fingers fumble coins~
pennies like fallen stars,
nickels cold as lost teeth.
Start with the price
the clerk says,
her voice a slow, patient river.
I press a dollar bill in my hand,
waiting for the math
to unspool in my palms.
Quarters roll home first,
then dimes—sharp
as I hear Mother, Try again.
The register sighs.
My breath knots,
but the numbers,
suddenly,
step backward
into my hands:
exact change,
warm
as a secret.
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The rusty chains still sing to me
of summers lost in lemon tea,
when sky was high and grass was green,
and I could touch the clouds, it seemed.
The wood is split where laughs once grew,
the empty seat now holds just the morning dew~
yet when I push with my phantom hands,
the ghosts of youthful joy sometimes refuse to land.
Oh, let me swing once more! Just once! And then
I’ll pack up my childhood once again
Until I stumble over time’s invisible gate.
Then my nostalgic feelings return, oscillate.
When four I played with my older sister,
she was Suzanne and six and we knew joy;
till the screech of tires took Suzanne away,
and my life was never the same again.
I became lost in imagination,
quiet in my room . . . who would embrace me?
But from grief~ a poet with wings was born.
111 Contest Picture Prompt 1-22-26 Eve Roper
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Up Past Her Bedtime
Midnight magic floats
Through a warm candlelit nook
Little heart takes notes
Of butterfly tales in books
Lost in soft starlit chapbooks
I know that you think
children are resilient
they are not.
Trees are resilient,
children are not trees,
neither are you and me.
I need to teach them resilience,
Through closure, today.
Let me say goodbye.
You never gave me the chance,
when I resigned.
Broken, lost, and tired from weathering the continuous raging storm
Barely able to stand on my own any longer.
You give peace to the worried and strength to the weak.
Only in your presence do I find peace
With closed eyes and an open heart, waiting to feel your instant presence.
You sign your name in place of mine, paying all my debts
I'm not worthy to stand where you stand, my God, my Savior.
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
Finding your lost mittens in the school’s lost and found.
Playing with some puppies as they run and jump around.
Happiness on your first day at school in your new dress.
Your favorite swing when the bell rang for recess.
Thinking upon these things, a smile comes to your face.
When just before the ball got there, you reached first base.
Each one brought joy to your life, in its very own way.
Your experiences were exciting, each day.
It’s the life of a children engrossed in the folly,
Like the time you went downtown and rode the trolley.
Or sitting under a tree, your mind running free.
Thinking of places you’d go and all you would see.
You were always looking for a new place to go,
And every experience would help you to grow.