Short Boyhood Poems
Short Boyhood Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Boyhood by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Boyhood by length and keyword.
There once was a young man from Kentucky
Who thought himself very lucky
He loaned a sum
to a boyhood chum
and ended being the guy's stucky
BOYHOOD UNEARTHED
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9/13/2019
April 15th was Jackie Robinson Day
My boyhood hero who led the way
Allowing those since
To follow his prints
This spirited man, a pioneer he did play
Guess one could say this guy's prolific
Turning out poems in my hieroglyphics
Perhaps misunderstood
Been since boyhood
Sometimes babbling on bout dipsticks
Guess one could say this guy's prolific
Turning out poems in my hieroglyphics
Perhaps misunderstood
Been since boyhood
Just babbling on bout nothing specific
A flash of light,
a cloud of dust,
a joyous moment
beneath the rust
A hearty vision
with silver streaks,
unmasking boyhood
—in memories deep
(Garrett Hill Pennsylvania: March, 2021)
A wellspring of
Eternal joy
Unfolds within
A little boy
He schemes and
Dreams in
Fantasies
Things no man
Could ever be
But somewhere in
His youthful eye
The boy must know
The man will die
I’ve been a pirate on black seas,
Explorer where the oceans freeze,
A monarch on an opaled throne,
An islander with rings of bone—
Inside the “British Colonies” thick section
Of my boyhood stamp collection.
That moment when
You find your boyhood heroes
Were not heroes
But just more drunks
Who'd talk your ear off in a bar
Before going outside
To make for themselves
A bed beneath the ground.
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For - Jack Kerouac
during summertime
I tucked marbles in round jars
along with my pranks, my glee-
naughty in boyhood
counting each frolic mattered
till hands kept jars- to watch
Nette Onclaud Contest
Blues tunes B.B.King sung
Brilliant tunes on guitar
Boyhood played street corners
Boisterous on Bayou
Better World In Summit
Band played Jazz melody
Bright Riley than ever
Pleiades 2 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Joseph May
10/19/2020
He was born young, I mean really young
His hair was curly, fluffy and beige
His skin, for milk and fire a bridge
His eyes, orbs of fiery passion
Favoured was he by Aphrodite and Adonis
He is he that is moulded by time and endless time of daydream.
Bite Size Poem no48
Ocean Waters
Ocean Skies
Ocean waters riding by
Boyhood dreams
Sailing away
Oh what, Oh what a joyous day
Sunset waters floating by
As dolphins sing a joyous lullaby.
Riding waves
Oh so high
Seeing mermaids swimming through caves
Voices Carrying on the waves
Form:
I grew up
having never become an adult,
the years to now betray
My body infirm,
my vision impaired,
my hair has turned to gray
I grew old
while living within myself,
false promises to none
Retuning to boyhood
each night in my dreams,
my age still zero-sum
(The New Room: March, 2021)
Tomorrow they tell tales
Bring back bright boyhood
Dumped deeply in dales
Forest fled for fickle food
Could you clamour clean
Till tomorrow throw them
Last lingering lines lean
We wont wait to weft them
Around ancient anxieties
Ego esconced, embattling
Dull days dead drunk deities
Some senses seared still screaming.
I wanted to be a cowboy
So I put on a hat
Yet I never learned to ride a horse
I wanted to be a policeman
So I strapped on a toy gun
Yet I was to young to drive a car
I wanted to be a fireman
I put on a yellow coat
Yet I could not walk in the boots
Each one a dream
A young boy's fantasy
Yet none of them ended up being me
Lemonade and not
Instant as we
Jumped off the
Peer that Summer,
You.
With swim trunks
I admired your
Boyhood and I wished
you all the best.
Until the stage
Came and we acted
our way through
Deception.
But that was our
Only choice, love.
And the woods
Caused a dog bite
and we put it down.
But that was our
Only choice.
Into a frail boyhood,
The moment seizes us
More than we grasp
Its shady edges.
Little by little,
We undress the bruised knees
And the warm wounds
To the grown-up day
That winks at the kites.
Take one handful of bitterness
And some silver frowns
Throw them into the face
Of the undimmed wheel
And the splashes of summer laughter.
A familiar
Roadway suggesting
Stories associated
With a past
And a boyhood
Character in what
Seems happening
Not then and
Not now...
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There is a poignancy in boyhood...
The high voice, and ineptitude,
The yearning to be free of mother's strings;
The awkwardness of age fifteen, to wit
A boyish sullenness.
There are some things lost when manhood gained -
And mothers cry on thinking.
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3/10/2015
Featured poem of the week commencing 8/13/2017
Being met by a river like in some boyhood dream,
I retain a memory of the Wabash with affection.
Its vista added an attraction to the landscape,
Aided from above by a blue expanse of reflection.
This was a view that entertained me weekly,
Since I crossed it to reach the shops downtown.
There was a spot on the bridge to spend a time,
Being soothed by the waterflow’s pristine sound.
Alone
in my boyhood
the adult awaits
impatient indulgence
the year growing late
The woods
and the forest
refuse to let go
my spirit within them
the man to forego
Parents
and teachers
left counting the days
as wonder and whimsy
hold on and delay
The moment
I falter
the day that I fall
that boy left to wander
— where time never calls
(Dreamsleep: January, 2024)
I watched your fish dance
From under my hat brim
Cloud covered and dim
While on your boat
You would float
Waiting for the chance
Of a bending pole
When one flickered
I giggled and snickered
Watching you jump for joy
Like a young boy
At peace was your soul
And all at once I understood
Your remembrance of boyhood
The echoes of the wake
The magic between you
The fish and the lake
Fire trucks and building blocks
Puppy poop and muddy shoes
These are the tools of boyhood
Gone too quickly to be of mind
Soon it’s cars and motorcycles
Football, rugby and hockey
Rough and tumble sports
Turn little boys into young men
Moms wonder where their angel went
And who is this man in their kitchen
Young maidens start a new chapter
It begins again with the next generation
School was out,
vacation touched our gate,
long days,bedtimes late;
time,routinee we relegate
Bird nesting,climbing trees,
building dens,adults unseen,
picnics and make-believe;
imagination-filled dreams
Unsupervised,wandering free,
adventures sans boundary,
no cares,no chores;
natural boyhood to the core
23/4/11 inspired by red'n'ritten's series of childhood
reminiscences