Childhoods Poems - Poems about Childhoods

...I wore no uniform— just silence and suits. A ghost in global rooms, a whisper behind the curtain. I was a civilian, but my job was war. They called it "analysis," but what I did was study so......

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...War isn’t new. Our world has been bleeding for centuries, crimson rivers running beneath the cities we call beautiful, masked by glass towers and neon lights. They build malls on buried bones, school......

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...Child of the stars, my voice carries you through the cosmic darkness, We speak of sparkling children, burned by the golden light of ambitions, Childhoods scattered among book pages, too wise, too b......

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...Hearthstone Of Thy Fathers Love Fatherhood exuberant and renowned is how you boys made me feel. Exquisite was the taste of my tears as I felt the sensation of joy in both of your first cry’s! The ......

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... I carried the weight of the world in my hands, Three small hearts beating through my own, Raised on weary limbs and sleepless nights, In silence, I labored — always alone. I gave them my bo......

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... Old soundtracks, fairy memories With some trill ... ......

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...Between the Heart and Soul, lies a garden... the Garden of Awareness: each flower, is a memory each fragrance, an inspiration each path, is a part of life's road each ......

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...Cooper was a large and curious tiger, the bright star of a motley circus, Always out of step with others; like erring moon, of dawn skies, citrus. He was well fed and got lots of attentio......

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...We all started life a sheath of blank pages Able to be shaped into anything. Paper aeroplanes, an artist’s canvas, a library book. Our parents determine what kind of paper we are -Cardstock, colo......

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...Mourn not till the embers fade, Till the blasphemous time forces us on our way. Mourn not what is dying But treasure instead what it created. Listen to how the gulls cry; They don’t mourn for ou......

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...Sunday cockcrow nascent promulgate aural essays reveal, laissez-faire luscious lustrous buoyant raptures, radio behemoth prompt to that untamed erudite fantasist, me the one possessing rippled ra......

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...The biggest surprise in the suburbs, Where I helped out on Halloween night, Wasn’t focused on candy or costumes, But the kids, who were just so polite! Whether solo or part of a gaggle, Dresse......

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...some survivors attempt to annihilate their tragic past squelching their worst memories slaying glimpses of hurt as fiercely as they can eradicating smells and sights that remind them of their abus......

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...No child left behind Was the chant at one time Now kids in school Dodge bullets and youth Is filled with less sunshine......

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...They're children of the sand, sand in an hourglass Sands of time running out, running from their past Desert winds howl, howl like hungry ghosts Howling louder than bombs and tyrannical hosts L......

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