Childhood Memories Poems - Poems about Childhood Memories

It’s strange, isn’t it? How someone can live in your heart for years, Without even realizing it. I wasn’t looking for a fairytale. I wasn’t expecting fireworks, Or a dramatic confession under the rain. All I ever wanted… Was to matter to you. To have a place in your life That felt a little more permanent. But here we are. After all this time, You look at...

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MY MUSIC JOURNEY. I was born in a capital city, Of an undeveloped country. Into a middle class family. I lived in a street full of guitars. My first musical instrument was, Either guitar or harmonica, I was very young then and can not remember, How I got my first guitar. It was a classical one and I played by the ears. Fortunately, I had...

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I miss my old room it was nice being in a small space at least i could call it mine mine mine mine mine mine putting my arms straight out i could touch each wall, ghost my fingers over the fresh gray paint and random posters and string lights and photos of my friends and the twin size bed i slept on till...

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I ate a tangy orange today— its honeyed nectar pulled me back, to the orchard, where the air danced with citrus and sunlight. That tangy, sweet fragrance brought back a rush of memories: childhood days of spraying peels, stinging our eyes, saying, “It’ll make your eyes brighter,” each sting a playful dare. I see my mother now, drying the peels on the windowsill. What spell was...

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the world a playground parents arms our nest school was fun too barring the weekly test measles and mumps mother tended with care flame of love vibrated heart vibrant and aware our fontanel was open we communed with God but when we shared this we but got a careless nod we knew then we are soul encased in body-mind it took time to realise to truth others were...

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I was down the ladder, I was negligent in working harder, I couldn’t read and spell well, It was a menacing hell. I ranked fourth from the bottom in the end-of-session examination, This was a result of my weak educational foundation, My parents were extremely disappointed in me, It was a sail across a turbulent sea. It was a summer away from the...

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Childhood memories Of a lazy afternoon Sprinkling waterfalls Aside a subdued moon Candied hearts Salted pretzel stick Wild green fields A football to kick Bright white shutters Protected from the heat Cold stone floors In a house so neat ...

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Childhood Memories By: Miracle Man 9/28/2024 Clouds seem to fast forward this days sunset, And dimness accentuated our lone street lamp glow. By unfamiliar night noises I soon became beset, and visions of imaginary creatures began to flow. ...

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Saturday morning It's a beautiful day Walking towards my favorite hangout A local arcade Tons of video games to choose I find what I like A action-shoot I add somes coins in And off I go Shooting aliens left and right Gaining high score I haven't lost a life yet My score goes higher I have a audience They're all impress I've reach the final boss Time to get serious I'm sweating, I'm...

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Happy Birthday, Mom Happy birthday, my mom, I am wishing you all the good You gave me a life, how can I say thank you? I don't know God give you in my life, for life, hmm, a great parent, love You have suffered a lot in my life, Vilmos was a bad boy Yes, I am not a diamond,...

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He would walk into the room Shoulders held high Pinnacled to touch the sky In my eyes a giant of a man My Grandfather wore a face Of a blue-eyed Irish sage With wondrous stories and rousing song In every breath and heartbeat Belonging to his Celtic tradition Some might call him strapping To me he was a brilliant smile We would hold hands to...

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Once grandeur, and perched on an expansive terrain The humble monumental frame that had bounced children's laughter from its walls And had displayed historical images Along its halls, Now stands an eyesore so silent and worn. I passed by once to catch a glimpse Of what was left of it since Those glorious...

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childhood memories treasure go more expensive happy simple life...

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The other side of nowhere Clear running water. The other side of nowhere. In the deep forest. A place we once played. Away from the scorching sun. As children we joyed....

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My childhood days are hard to forget, of some I have glimpses, but some are carved in my head I remember my mothers sweet smell, I remember my fathers support when I fell Life was simple in those days and people had innocence in their gaze I remember the whispers of the cool summer breeze, in the...

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