Childhood Poems

Childhood poems that bring back the wonderful memories from the past. Of long lost friends, of parents and neighbors, of little things that gave immense joy, of innocence and bliss. A collection of poems on childhood that will make you nostalgic and bring a smile on your face that hasn’t really changed from the time you were a child. A realization, that no matter how old you grow, keeping the child within alive, is the only way to face the big wild world. Enjoy these childhood poems and share the ones you fall in love with.

Childhood Memories

Childhood Memories short poem

Climbing trees, And the warm summer breeze. Watching bugs on the ground creep, While everyone’s asleep. Spicy village chicken curry, Living each moment without a worry, And watching ants scurry. The fragrance of fresh blooms, The clouds closing in before

Childhood Days

Childhood Days short poem

I miss my dear friend and childhood days; Catching butterflies with sun’s rays. I miss your pulling my pony tail; Not doing homework and showing face pale. I remember your being punished for my sake ; Sharing even the last

Childhood Time

Childhood Time short poem

Grown older with time, Lost my childhood prime. No worry of future, No dreams of tomorrow, Still, living life at its’ best with forgetful sorrows. Being eldest of three, carried proud feeling. Still, walking in hands with my siblings, Sacrificing

To Childhood, With Love

To Childhood, With Love short poem

Looking back, I see That I’ve come a long way From where I used to be. In the faraway town, Where I spent the best days of my life. Rainy, sunny, cloudy… Whatever it may be. I had my own

Childhood Reference

Childhood Reference short poem

In an unfamiliar thorny place, My grandparents’ home stood. Gone were the sounds of voices Sign of life swallowed up. The spot where we played, Path where the grass faded trampled on by footsteps, gone. So were my childhood references.

Childhood Trifles

Childhood Trifles short poem

Those days the sun flew over me like corn flour, freshly ground at the millrace. Even in winter it was yellow when I pressed it down with my thumb, like an unfastened button on my chest. I could hardly cut

Childhood

Childhood long poem

Mommy, Jessie tried to attack me with a weed eater My sister tried to stab me. It’s a nightmare Feeder. I was only 4. Mommy are we poor? You lied. Daddies not a woman beater Hotshot was my favorite transformer

Nothing But A Childhood Dream

Nothing But A Childhood Dream short poem

You ask me if I love you, I say I love you More than words can say and I will until my Dying day but I lie, it’s just a lie but I Don’t want to see you cry so

Four Shifts Of A Childhood

Four Shifts Of A Childhood prose poem

Never saw the face of my begetter And will never know who is my mother I am a childhood of seven years old Who wanders from one road to another road From one street to another street Now all streets

Unanswered Questions Of An Innocent Childhood

Unanswered Questions Of An Innocent Childhood long poem

A little childhood collecting Waste papers on a garbage dump Asked me, “Am I borne to do this job?” I had no answer A childhood begging on roadside Asked me, “Is my childhood borne for begging?” I had no answer

Other Childhood

Other Childhood long poem

It was my childhood, Beyond those memories, When I cross, I get to see that ocean, That never came out, Out of those boundaries, Boundaries of lashes, Lashes hiding behind, Behind all those smiles, Smiles that were meant to cry,

Four Shifts Of Childhood

Four Shifts Of Childhood short poem

Never saw the face of my begetter And will never know who is my mother I am a childhood of seven years old Who wanders from one road to another road From one street to another street Now all streets

A Singaporean Childhood

A Singaporean Childhood prose poem

This is a story of growing up in beige HDB flats High-rise homes that dot the lavender sunset Of void-deck soccer, of sizzling kachang putehs And of the kids in khaki shorts and white, loose singlets As their jubilant laughter

Unanswered Questions Of An Innocent Childhood

Unanswered Questions Of An Innocent Childhood prose poem

A little childhood collecting Waste papers on a garbage dump Asked me, “Am I born to do this job?” I had no answer A childhood begging on roadside Asked me, “Is my childhood born for begging?” I had no answer

Oh My Childhood

Oh My Childhood short poem

Those memorable childhood days are getting rewinded and I am now feeling an upbeat mood. Look like my buddies remained there while I feel I was pushed out far away Those mischievous friends, Those nerve racking games, Those magnificent swings,

Childhood!

Childhood! short poem

This side that side up and down every side is pain i just wanna live live once again! That phase of life when happiness was untrained and no smile was so fake i wanna be a kid a kid once

The Confused Childhood

The Confused Childhood long poem

She was the pride of her father The brightest star of her class He showed her skills off To everyone visiting Curious she was as ever Asking questions till answers she would gather Something happened one day She changed so

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Cartographers of Consciousness

Cartographers of Consciousness long poem

The train has already departed, From the country that they call yesterday, Into the territories uncharted, Leaving behind the remains of the day. Leaving behind the sobbing hills and churches, And nurseries full of sighing, And forests of ashen pines

Ballad of the Captain

Ballad of the Captain ballad

The captain at the tip of his ship, Who sang into the onrushing storm. And while it raved and raised its whip, He offered it his sweet and strange song. The stars hid themselves away that night, For they could

A Lost Song

A Lost Song short poem

Reprise from the past, Bringing back missing notes, In my heart laden, Of quote and misquotes. Some are evident of me, Others remind me of a child, A mother’s favorite melody, On go.. or in a mood mild. A song

The Banyan Square

The Banyan Square short poem

Vines entwined, in engrossing weaves. Lush green branches, on archaic trunks. A specter familiar, charmingly exotic, Gazing I stand, recollecting the years. A vision, of some evening, eons back.. Kids’ playful frolic, and cheers lively. Carefree days, romping round the

A sonnet of waiting and other types of flowering

A sonnet of waiting and other types of flowering sonnet poems

Don’t let your heart become a paper boat sailing towards childhood, Towards the harbor of its never returning fragrances, Don’t float towards its crescent moons if you could, or the enchanting crooning of its past tenses. Don’t become an interpreter

The Warmest Place

The Warmest Place short poem

The warmest place is where the heart stays Where sweet memories abide This house of old, creaking timber and leaking roof Where in the courtyard stands my trusty friend Its boughs swaying in the path of the north wind And

An Ode To Girlhood

An Ode To Girlhood short poem

If these walls could speak they would tell you, The tale of sweet girlhood Of wild hair and bright eyes Heartache and sacred ties Whispered secrets-too many to tell A purple wall and a cow bell Woes and delights in

My Island Home

My Island Home short poem

Sea breeze salty and warm Dark clouds brewing up a storm Sea spray all over my face Worries long gone, without a trace Homeward bound on a ferry Childhood memories I carry Now the island is in sight Heart beating

Memories Of Old

Memories Of Old long poem

Memories of old, flooding fast through my mind, some tinged with sadness and some, sweet sublime. A fireside reverie shared with eyes so bright, an audience of innocence and excited delight. The crackling logs on the fires of time, little

Some Days – Collection

Some Days   Collection short poem

This river breaks on rocks unmoving. Soft music unceasing on violin strings. My heart plays silent tunes in darkness. A picture melts into nothingness. ……………………………… Gather them, If you can, those broken pieces before the waves swallow. The sea is

In A Box

In A Box prose poem

In a box with rusty padlocks in a corner of my head, Are the broken toys of a childhood, laid to rest in premature separation. Drowned emotions and strangled feelings, together dressed in black, Are shadows of an inquisitive soul

Entertainment

Entertainment prose poem

In a community deep in the Southern land of feed corn and cotton The more basic things of life are best treasured and unforgotten Newspapers and Radios, Jack Rocks and Jump Ropes, Pop Whips, Hide and Seek In child’s play,

Alice got no malice….

Alice got no malice.... short poem

Once upon a time in Wonderland, there lived a girl called Alice. She had her fun, she had her gun, but she ain’t no full of malice. Born of love on a sabbath day, kissed to life by angels. Bless

Two Little Twittering Twitters

Two Little Twittering Twitters short poem

Two little twittering twitters Two little twittering twitters hop in and hop out never stopping for a moment rest they know not, play they must chomping away on munches differ they though in tastes share they without fail funny games,

Forty, Or Maybe Eighty, Winks

Forty, Or Maybe Eighty, Winks long poem

Speckled drifting ochre and sienna, sunshine yellow Shifting and blurring edges of scarlet, dozing again The sky blanched through the pink skin of my eyelid Tapping branch of a tree against the arbour Resonates, vibrates, excites the molecules of the

Finding Paradise!

Finding Paradise! long poem

When I was a little girl, my dolls would speak to me, As my friends for fight and play, they helped me be free! When I was a little girl, I would happily eat chocolate, The brown bars , the

Mischievous Little Me

Mischievous Little Me short poem

When I was just a kid Funny little things I did Things told to forbid You may call it misdeed One sunny day I so played Buried in the dust I strayed Homework postponed, I delayed Dad won’t be back

Leftover Conversations

Leftover Conversations long poem

What is left to come across? everything seems to be lying open fatefully exposed before i could reach. Potbellied realities were reluctant to change they seemed to retire with confusions of shadows and full stops. There seems to be so

Omak, Washington 1979

Omak, Washington 1979 short poem

I was happier When I didn’t Know any better Middle aged now Rushing toward Rushing from Half tasted meals Unfinished books Tendonitis rampant Tell myself tomorrow That’s happiness Tense with impatience Silence falls Odd in the city Then windchimes Transported

Ode To The Cat

Ode To The Cat ode

He lay asleep, a contemplative air, On the window ledge, in the warm morning sun. Seeming so beyond the reach of a care, And I believed all his worldly duties done. The world courtesies as it passes him by, As

Shelter

Shelter short poem

Nestled in the long loud smell of your kiss, Which reminds me of the smoke guzzling chimneys of my hometown And the yellow sunlight reflecting off our cemented yard Is the elixir of death, destruction and surprise. The surprise on

Waterfall

Waterfall short poem

Standing beneath the waterfall Feelings of childhood joy Free as a bird, a soldier awol Splashing and shouting, a real McCoy As cool water in endless cascades Threw itself over humans and boulders Froth and spray on rocks over decades

Let Me Bequeath My Fond Memories To You

Let Me Bequeath My Fond Memories To You long poem

Let me bequeath my fond memories to you Before I depart for the vermilion horizon Beyond the deep blue blur where the birds return at dusk… Memories of lazy winter afternoons beneath clear blue skies Rummaging through curious branches of

Tenants

Tenants short poem

Vast are the tenants within each their own heart What hold lays within infants permanent wail The true occupant of earned tenure Such early tendrils of wisp cling so dear May these imperfect ears answer such pure cries Extend welcome

Smile

Smile long poem

I remember a time when life was alive with wondrous mysteries of carefree design; when clouds were fluffy and brilliant white with planes soaring high and then out of sight. Innocence of mind and a happier soul as we played

Dreamcatcher

Dreamcatcher short poem

Dreamcatcher, give me a dream. Of lavender fields as far as the eyes can see. Cheery Marigolds with Sunflowers by the stream. And meandering brooks murmuring their glee. Dreamcatcher bring her a dream. Of our fun on the swing. And