Childhood Missing Poems | Examples
These Childhood Missing poems are examples of Missing poems about Childhood. These are the best examples of Missing Childhood poems written by international poets.
Once we were Seven
Once we were seven now only one
Six gone before me
Now I’m alone
No one to reminisce with
Questions left to myself
Childhood memories but no one to share
They left me each of them, one by one
And with each passing
Came sadness and tears
Charlotte was first
We were closest in age
She teased and tormented me
But she loved me, I knew
The second to leave was my sweet Barbara
Independent, fearless, gentle and kind
Mysterious Edward I hardly knew
His passing a surprise cause we did’t know
Then it was John my protector my friend
He was my hero when I was young
Big brother Dale our tough marine
A virus took him a little to soon
The last to go was my big sister Donna
My mentor, my cheerleader
My very best friend
It wasn’t their choice, that I know
They’d be here today but they had to go
It’s a feeling of emptiness when you’re the last one left
Once we were seven
Now only one
Cathy Strackbein 08/07/25
Missing: Generic Brown Teddy Bear, and 6 year old
I thoroughly liked the western soothing delta breeze
I don't like the southern discomforting delta freeze
But it's a new season, and in time, I will adjust
And anticipate the good things that's left
It's starting to feel like the place we belong
It's a familiar region where I once called home
But presently, my childhood friends are gone
Our best friends are now far from our new home
I miss the western sun and predictable weather
But I mostly miss our children and times together
Our memories are great, but we are making new ones
However, I am happy that we brought a memory stone
Yeah its true
Things change all the time
I saw it just passing by
And while I'm standing here
I think how i came here
Deep i think and notice,
The differences too feel good
But I'll never forget the start.
My fate rolled since childhood at my bottom
to study, live and work far from birth home;
Wanted to go back for good,
Time had slow pace in my hood,
My joints might soon be cracking in random.
As I remember
some other Christmas,
tonight frosted lips
ache for us by the
hearth, where you still melt
upon my heart —
how you entered
my lifetime with
childhood love,
Winter's first ~
verses in
aged kindling
...how the
staid fire's
long
Hometown, a place we’re addicted to,
A place we call our own.
Yet, sometimes we’re compelled to,
Sometimes, forced to roam.
Hometown, a place we’re led to,
lay our roots so deep.
Yet, sometimes we’re forced to,
Sometimes, forcing us to take a leap.
Hometown, a place where love grows,
Guides us as we learn and thrive.
Yet, sometimes they force us,
Forcing us to bid goodbye.
Hometown, a place with feelings of pride,
care walks in every street.
Yet, sometimes we are left behind,
And forcing hearts to bitterly beat.
Hometown, where memories are formed,
And happiness fills the air.
Yet, sometimes we are forced,
Forced to shed our tears in despair.
Hometown, where patience abounds,
And we find peace in its grace.
Yet, sometimes suffering exists,
Forcing us to endure and face.
The town does not create these feelings,
But due to people’s sway.
They force me to shed tears,
And sometimes, lose my way.
Now I depart, unwittingly,
Forced to leave behind what’s dear.
Now I depart, unwittingly,
Leaving my hometown, shedding a tear.
Remember when we used to play
In our backyards every day
We built castles in the sand
And chased each other hand in hand
Remember when we used to laugh
At silly jokes and photographs
We shared our secrets and our dreams
Ate ice cream and watched moonbeams
Remember when we used to be
The best of friends, just you and me
We swore we'd never drift apart
And keep each other in our hearts
But now we play a different game
We've grown up now, it’s such a shame
We rarely talk or have time to spare
Now kids and jobs are always there
Remember when we used to say
Nothing could ever get in our way
We were so young, naïve, and blind—
We left our childhood behind
*I wrote this poem on January 27, 2024, as part of a ’30 days of poetry’ January challenge. This was day 27 and the prompt was: Write a poem that evokes nostalgia.
I once had a twin,
Or so I thought,
Until my mother broke the mirror,
That she’d recently bought.
Where are you ?
I waited all night until
early morning began to sink
its bitter cold into the coming day.
I made room for you,
held a seat for you at my table
and set a plate of warm bread
before your vacant chair.
Days, weeks, years
pass and I still wait.
I am old now
and my hands grow numb
with cold. When will you come
and sit with me, share
the warm bread
I have made for you.
I am no longer sure
that you even exist.
Perhaps you are no more
than a childhood ghost, mere
smoke from the shorted out
circuitry of another time,
the hard to let go notion
of a lost sublime,
something precious
I left behind.
I will never be ready even though you signal your leaving
I foolishly keep the bright days since so much yet needs sharing
of long partings after our intense then rare meetings
of wild childhood stories and unfathomable blur future waiting
nowhere we could ever imagine even truly existing.
The beauty of the freely crystalized future has then come true
with your unchanging care and simple soul in skillful gesture of true blue.
You know I love you so much even in my silence
I know you’re now gone, but forever unforgotten,
Wishing you were here, silently cheer our encounters often
even if I know much of your pain and sometimes helplessness stands
in the face of bitter destiny, we all struggle to walk away, to just be gone.
But we can’t lie that time to bodily part will come anon, perhaps this afternoon breeze
just in time to forget our worries, but to thankfully remember our sweet memories
of how much I love you…
And I will always do
in the deep ocean of true blue.
(28 October 2022)
When i think of my girlhood,
It is quiet. My memories hazy
digital snapshots.
Silence filled rooms, which
I tried to color with my thoughts
Only they were unwanted
Never went out. Never had a date.
I stuffed anna karenina and others in my backpack
I wanted to feel the words in real life though.
Stickers on my composition notebooks
Like i did every year,
popping gum
Sloppy mirror kisses, gossip circles at lunch
Red blossoms, report cards, brown paper sacks,
Ripe new buds, womanhood on the cusp.
Remembering everything. Details, i clung to.
When everything meant everything
Especially when he said hi to me in the hallway.
Home it is quiet. Desires of flower fields
And tall trees keep me up at night,
Its the Pain of not knowing
and seething in secrecy.
It was not an innocent time,
Scribbles in journals show
It's a miracle I am alive.
Aren't you happier now that they've all left.
No, I didn't know how quiet would sound.
This emptiness, feeling lost and bereft.
I want loud music and voices around.
No more days when I said go out to play
I want baseball games and a band concert,
plays and dances, arguments to allay.
I didn't know how much silence would hurt.
Childhood ended—I don't remember when,
Suddenly big boys, coming and going.
My heartache, I'm sure, began about then
not now needed, cut apron strings showing.
But parents survive, I'm just not sure how
to make it through the next long, silent night
I wish I could relive each moment now,
I'd promise not to say “please be quiet.”
May 7, 2023
dandelions and honey,
trees and the red fire truck jungle gym,
ice cream, the lake, pink ball.
take me back to back then.
white house’s and big windows,
my doll house, that one back road.
please take me back to back then.
the red door next door,
my family.
please just one more day back to where everything was simple and sweet,
please oh please take me back to back then.
I long to hear the wandering creek
its gentle song as it bubbled past land.
in its whispers, we could hear it speak
words only children can understand
gentle music we now often seek.
Beside the creek, a magic meadow
grass was so high it reached to our knees.
We ran and laughed hiding from shadows
midst four o'clocks and lost apple trees,
and the creek's soft, iridescent glow.
Like the creek, reaching end of its run,
Childhood vanished overnight, it seems
Could it be but a fairytale spun
when we ran happily chasing dreams
So long ago, when daydreams were young
October 25, 2022
Edited October 17, 2024