Short Early Childhood Poems

Short Early Childhood Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Early Childhood by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Early Childhood by length and keyword.


Premium Member MUD

MUD
water
mixed with dirt

in early childhood
on my knees happily
I formed mud pies with my hand

“the outdoors was my first kitchen”


August

since early childhood
since the early beginning
August is hot month

holiday season
no school playing traveling
I love August month
winter southern hemisphere 
name to honor Augustus
Form: Other

Premium Member Childhood Memory

I loved jumping waves on our
family vacations to
random seashores in my youth.
Once in my early childhood,
it was sunny as we drove;
then when we got to the beach . . .

clouds collected; the sky wept.
Form: Verse

In Time

What were your dreams?
In early childhood
  while searching for yourself
  as you grew -
did you become older, wiser
 while still seeking who you were to be
 and find,
who you now are?

In time
 somewhere, along the pathways
 the walk became a race
and you, yourself
 find out of place
 that dream, that hope
was waiting for today.
© DM Babbit  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member Biting Into Fall

September always brings me back
to my early childhood
that innocent naïve excitement
when butterflies fluttered free

Summer over and cool weather reminiscent
of adventures and school days
new skirt and knee highs 
new books and teachers

The unknown ahead
biting into growing up
into learning 
and into life



AP: Honorable Mention 2022


Premium Member 3-10-77

Early childhood footsteps found
On cliffs at sunset time,
Near rolling waves that spray and pound
At the end of foaming gold.

Resting in a rocky chair
While flights are heading Northerly,
I smell the ocean in the air
And watch the surging sea.

The wind it blows into my face
While gulls their courses take,
Calming as the stars appear 
And people wishes make.
© Wm Paul  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Harry Lived Patience

Harry knew that Maribelle was his soul partner.
He felt it from early childhood; had dreamed of it.
They were confidants, best friends, throughout their lives.
Maribelle was popular, she had lots of boyfriends.

Harry was patient. He waited, not rushing her, keeping quiet.
At the age of thirty-one, Maribelle realized they were a perfect match
You were so understanding and patient with me, she told him.
Marveling that her soul mate, Harry had been next door all her life.
Form: Narrative

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