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Poems About: CHILDHOOD

In this page, poems on / about “childhood” are listed.

  • 325.
    The Woman In God's Waiting Room

    The woman in God's waiting room her hair is silver gray
    And she is over ninety and has known a better day
    The mynas in the back garden they sing their Winter song
    Her days are quiet and lonely and her nights are dark and long. read more »

    Francis Duggan
  • 326.
    Mangees, Mangees, Mangees...

    A new order is ours,
    A new birth to the old
    And we have ceremony.
    A garden with no green, read more »

    Jeff Hobbs
  • 327.
    Wonderful World Of Children

    Being part of a large family
    Four brothers and sisters three;
    The riches of our childhood
    Were the flowers, grass and trees. read more »

    Lenora M. Green
  • 328.
    Am I To Blame

    A simple hug or a kiss, that would
    have been enough;
    to make me feel deserving,
    of any type of love. read more »

    Ruth warren
  • 329.

    you always promised me that things wouldn't change
    and that youd love me all the same
    youd be there for me when i was happy or sad
    youd wipe away every tear that i cried read more »

    Elsa Bear
  • 330.

    When I sit and think of my childhood,
    I think of my parents that I would.
    Of all the both bad and good times,
    And of all the nursery rhymes. read more »

    Joan Neph
  • 331.

    At Fifteen
    I remember and remember
    She was very naïve through her childhood,
    appears full moon face. read more »

    Natasa Tocuc
  • 332.
    Return to Ireland's Eye

    Last night I had a dream of Ireland's Eye
    wind-ruffled island of my childhood hour
    - waves, restless seaweed, cliffs and gull-filled sky
    the ruined church, the ever-watchful tower. read more »

    Hugh Mitchell
  • 333.
    Ocean's Rose

    The ocean's rose The ocean's rose
    Is a sight
    Is a sprite read more »

    Alex M.ller
  • 334.

    Come back to me my days of
    In your arms my life would last,
    No knowledge is divine but ignorance, read more »

    Seema Aarella
  • 335.

    Sometimes I find myself alookin’
    Through the years, a backward glance,
    And I see the friends of childhood
    From the years now gone before. read more »

    Wildwood Slim
  • 336.
    The Time Has Come

    The time has come to throw my ghost away
    The ghost that's lived in me since childhood day
    It's lived and grown in me all down the years
    I'll cast it out and for it shed no tears. read more »

    Francis Duggan
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