Poems About: CHILDHOOD
Poems on / about :
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229.In the Land of Childhood
In the magic land of childhood,
Where all children fondly dwell,
There’s a pocketful of daydreams,
And a story sweet to tell, read more »Sara Stowell
230.Childhood Memories Three: Bumble Bees In Space
down the rabbit hole
of childhood memories
we tumble into lost world read more »Terence George Craddock (Spectral Images and Images Of Light)
It was hard when I tried to think back
To remember the bad and the good
Reliving old memories I thought I’d forgot
Way back in my early childhood read more »David Threadgold www.davidthreadgold.com
232.On Children’s Day
On Children’s Day*
Empower the childhood for bright future,
Let not penury their geniality butcher. read more »C. P. Sharma
233.Robert (Rocky) Bates
Where do we start, where do we stop
putting together divine words of sincerity
for a man of integrity, intelligent, witty,
admired by his peers, family and friends. read more »alex sarich
My childhood days i romp down the streets
In mere pant and in public i pee
And to merry in rains with friends i plead
I say the sun - an orange big and ripe read more »Abubakar Abdulkadir
235.a child speaks...
being lost in childhood
often in serene atmosphere read more »Denny M.X.
To be a child again, one simply can’t;
Each phase of life when passed becomes the past;
Yet, childhood was the best in earthly life;
How different each one had looked in snap! read more »Dr John Celes
What is the price of a childhood lost?
And who is the one to pay the cost?
For the child who's often left alone,
And forced to grow up on their own, read more »Alan W. Jankowski
</></>Every child is born with a gift,
and there is a day to celebrate it.
A child is your treasure given by God,
Be blessed so, and pray to the Lord, read more »Deepak Calyampoondi
239.Lost My Childhood
Yes i lost my childhood.
And it will never return.
I lost the innocient life
which i used to live. read more »James yardy
240.Christmas In Lisnaboy
Memories of a childhood Christmas for a lifetime we enjoy
And I often recall Christmas as a child in Lisnaboy
Santa left his bag of presents by the porch door in the moonlight
When the air was damp and frosty on the eve of Christmas Night read more »Francis Duggan