Childhood Village Poems

These Childhood Village poems are examples of Village poems about Childhood. These are the best examples of Village Childhood poems written by international poets.

In verdant valleys, where wildflowers sway,
A tranquil village, where my heart stays,
A place of serenity, where love abounds,
Where laughter echoes, and memories resound.

The thatched roofs,

© Boreddy HimaBindu  

On the other side of the village, there lived an old woman.
Every day, she walked barefoot on a country dusty road,
passing by our neighborhood.

In the

© Maria Mitea  

He was the village blacksmith
To us children he was known
As our adopted Uncle Wilf
They’d no children of their own.
Six days a week he worked,
His hours

© Terry Ireland  

Hey Miss!
The chandelier of my heart,
I'm seated by the riverside,
Come let's have fun,
Like the days of our childhood,

I've the berries from my orchard,
Will pick one

© Kipngeno Robin  

I thought she was old when I saw her,
Ancient to me only just reached four.
I remember still those feelings as mam 
Deserted me to her

© Terry Ireland  

Do we perform countless roles in our life?                         
we do…and we try to perform

© Malabika Ray Choudhury  

Life for a child at this seaside Village, wild and free
A band of misfits come together, boys and girls
They Gathered overlooking the village, a day

© John A'Hern  

I am a girl who decided to go to school barefoot, because that’s what other young children from needy families in a village were used

© Malabika Ray Choudhury  

In the forest
near my village of Ulmi,
today, the spring is came!

Aged by the weather
and forgotten by the world,
I took my friend
Romeo the puppy,
and I walked

© Ioan Rusu  

“How sweet to the heart are the scenes of my childhood”
              

© Vijay Pandit  

" How sweet to the heart are the scenes of my childhood"
             

© Malabika Ray Choudhury  

When my hollow present blows
The dying embers in the heart grate
A fond childish Cinders glows up

The frozen black memory melts past colours,
A sparkle of rainbow

© Sandeep Kumar Mishra  

Arrived is now Spring,
The scents of flowers 
scattered in the fields 
Awaken feelings of sleeping children.

Here, the breeze that goes 
Between flowering almonds.

There, weeping of

© Carlo Lazzari  

BOMBERS AND BUTCHERS
Don't worry little girl, you need not cry,
we know your tears, and feel them every one
and all too well, though many more will

© Vee Bdosa  

A glorious azure summer sky,
Triumphant with its blazing sun
Bestows the land with warmth and life
And lifts the hearts of everyone.

The Village fete is on today!
Come

© Tracey Keeling