Childhood Toys Poems | Examples
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Growing up no childhood destroys,
Even grown-ups play with their toys.
Each to own fun at once,
There’s little difference,
Save that, elders glued to their toys get no great joys.
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Tongue-in-cheek|35.01.2025|Quintain, humour, childhood
Toys are childhood
Playing pastime
Teenager too.
Little boys in caps
Dirt on their seat,
Puppies in their laps
Toy cars at their feet
Dirt on their seat
Baseball at their side,
Toy cars at their feet
Sneaker laces untied
Baseball at their side
Cars in red and blue,
Sneaker laces untied
Puppy wants attention, too
Cars in red and blue
Go round until dark,
Puppy wants attention, too
Hear him happily bark
Go round until dark
Puppies in their laps,
Hear him happily bark
Little boys in caps.
We, children love to build lego blocks
Our knacks never run out of stocks;
We can make miniature city,
People, animals, houses, flowers
And a lot more! So colorful and pretty!
Legos are our favorite toys,
Bringing us laughter, smiles and joys;
Girls make dolls and kitchen wares,
Boys make cars, robots, towers
And while playing, we all love to share!
Legos help us think collaboratively and logically,
Combining shapes and colors beautifully;
We make many 2-D and 3-D shapes,
We're symmetric and asymmetric figure builders
Our great creativity leaves you in awe, mouth in gapes!
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One balloon burst in flight,
leaving this child sullen
throughout a hopeless night.
One balloon loosed its tether,
leaving this child to wonder whether
what lands it may fly to,
what storms it may endure,
what people will look up and smile
at the sight brought to them from beyond,
. . . and other things, I supposed.
I had a busy night ahead of me
contemplating the possibilities.
Don't tread here,
Don't tread there,
Look out Dad my toys are everywhere,
There's a car down here,
A book over there,
And look my balls rolled under that armchair,
Now it's time to clear them away,
You say I can't Mum and Dad I've had such a busy day.
Carol is a crocodile with big long pointy teeth,
She likes to hide in lakes under the surface, just beneath.
She doesn’t want to bite your legs or eat you in one chew,
She only wants to sneak up close behind you and shout “Boo!”
Children may not please each day
with everything they do or say,
but there's great promise in each child
for a better world could he stay a while.
You cannot know the world he'll know.
You cannot feel his painful woe.
Just show to him what's best, what's real
and let him earn his place with zeal.
Encourage him; in him believe.
Whatever he does with joy receive.
The greatest man was once a boy
who played like him with a childish toy
Janet Marie Bingham
i wanna cry sometimes
like i’m staring up at
dangling extraterrestrials
in a jail cell
next to a soft being
whose name is “close your eyes”
being the first, i thought
i was one of them
(i point up)
(they scream)
the giants
with hair
and connected bones
i wasn’t.
so i then became
their toy
a toy in bed
staring
soft
and
sharp
hot and cold
tingling
soothing
red
balloon
i blew up the balloon
(with a sweet cream)
into the shape of a
toys, toys, toys
plastic food, ragged dolls, dinosaurs
babies
clowns
with paint and big lips
and hair
and connected bones
(staring)
a clown toy
i am a clown toy
i did eat my mother
didn’t i
Stuffed Toys And Boardgames
A tinker mending
clockwork trains
And other broken things,
Peered over his
wiry spectacles
Scrutinising unwound springs.
Between the jars
of shiny screws,
Bits of wire and naked flames
Were tiny nuts
and fiddly bolts
Stuffed toys and boardgames.
He wryly smiled
with a friendly wink
At a little boy who stood by his side
Full of amazing
questions
With ears and eyes opened wide,
He watched
the tinker tinkering,
Opening and closing drawers,
Crooked fingers
that busily twirled
Oily wheels and carriage doors.
It reminded him
of a being a child
Watching his father sew and trim,
And asked the boy
the question
His father asked of him,
"When I have gone
and you grow up,
what would you like to be?"
The little boy
thought a while
In awe of all he could see,
"I want to be
an engineer
to fix trains and make things go"
Then, with his mother,
left the shop
With a teddy bear and ludo.
Stained with little fingerprints,
echoed laughter of children's past.
Toys that were once longed for...
outgrown, forgotten, outcast.
Swing that once swayed piggy tails,
untamed leafage it only sways.
A trustee superhero...
the day, no longer, he saves.
In children that once loved you,
a more creative mind you bloomed.
Imagination needed...
these children, so well, you groomed.
Precious toys of yesterday,
by little hands no longer touched.
Precious toys of yesterday,
through you, they learned, so much.
KLW
8/23/15
Fun toys
Plastic truck keys
Ride-on toy push with feet
Tricycle, tractor, wagon, truck
Corvette
they love to play
every day
i must say
we trip and fall
theyer on the wall
the boys
MY KIDS TOYS
solitude
avoiding noise
and things in life
that are rude
twisted dreams
boxed in rooms
sparkling streams
life is air
fresh
without a care
night follows
bears and swallows
clean dirt
wet with moss
I'm here
I'm loss
trees whisper
their dreams
childhood lost
dark frost
lumber
free
of me
escape
it's just
a human trait
to create
destroy
employ
their tactics
noise deadly toys
rules us boys
through snow parents dash
fist full of much needed cash….
with hammers toys smash