Poems about Childhood poems

The younger years may fade but childhood remains withinLike a constant trace which can never be erased by time.Always bound to a paradise that is evergreenWhere all poets never lose any enchanting

I find myself praying to JesusWhen once againI’m lost in an unsympathetic cityFeeling lovelorn and aloneOr utterly disgusted with myselfFor some abandonment or abuseOf a fragile and beautiful

I thought I was prepared.People asked ''Are you excited? ''I always answered ''Heck yes I am! ''My ''baby-girl''heading off to college to become a police officerfilled me with more pride than

Most of us had childhood booksThe meant so much to us long agoWe can remember the story if not the wordsIt seems we cannot let it goThat’s the way I feel about my favoriteCalled Poppy the Four

Hear someone giggle, Peer out, there is no one... puzzled; am here smiled drizzle.Author: Mamta Agarwal

My childhood was fun, tough and exciting. My childhood was one where there wasn't much fighting. This was my childhood. My childhood was filledwith family and friends. My childhood was fil

Underground, down in the dugoutwhen during the second world wara siren wailed a last warningbefore the darkest pall... plunging; insecurity; screaming soon commencedhigher; higher it seemed to

light. strikesa silver handoutstreachedwaving goodbyeto the sounds of lifeto butterfliesand ice creamfrozen in the momentlight.creeps downthe gleeming figuretracing childhood'soutlineeve

I missed out on having a childhoodwent from a little girl to womanhood. I think the way my parents raised their childrenwas only the best of what they're parents could. I always felt like their C

I become stronger when I am in her presenceFor even she knows that she is my quintessenceI watch her sleep trying to unveil her identityAs those pretty coloured eyes open to greet meA smile forms

Come on people moveFor childhood is callingtime to get up and groovethere is no time for stallingEnjoy the warm sunny dayand chase all of your blues awaythis is a day that is so enthrallinglis

Some call it checkers, I call it draughts.Don't play with meIf you think it's just a gameAnd you don't mind losing.I play a mean game. I play to win.Old Peter Salaveros taught meWhen I was a bo