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.


Premium MemberAn Appreciation of The Yearling

“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.


Premium MemberA Fog Returns

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.

Premium MemberMissing Childhood Buddies


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.

Premium MemberForevermore

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.
© Ann Peck  Create an image from this poem.

Premium MemberBACK THEN

summer dust old porch floorboards creak like lost time~ halcyon thoughts drifting through my quieted mind, warm as yesterday.


Premium MemberChildhood Bliss

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

Premium MemberBlood of Blood

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.

Premium MemberEXACT CHANGE

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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. related memoir vignette at poetrysoup.com/short_stories/change_13682

Premium MemberOLD SWING'S NOSTALGIC SONG

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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.

Premium MemberMy Four Year Old Self

 

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.

Premium MemberUp Past Her Bedtime

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

Premium MemberPoem for the Words I Wish were Spoken

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.
© CC Bloom  Create an image from this poem.

Premium MemberOnly Your Presence

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.

Premium MemberLet the flowers grow again

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

Premium MemberThe Joy Of Childhood

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.
© Bill Baker  Create an image from this poem.

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