Poems About: CHILDHOOD

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

  • 349.
    Mind's Confusion

    My mind is perturbed
    Just like the waters that line Jamaican trenches
    After a heavy downpour of rain
    Like the water that gushes down the gully read more »

    Mitzie Thorne
  • 350.
    The Thief

    At eight years old I loved and trusted you.
    In one day, I lost that trust, I feared you.
    I knew what you had done wasn't right.
    You told me to tell nobody, I never did. read more »

    Trinny Trin
  • 351.
    A Memory Of Destroyed Beauty

    It was the Cork County Council i remember
    Who cut the small wood by our house away
    They did it for the purpose of road widening
    But what a barren mess it looks today. read more »

    Francis Duggan
  • 352.
    What Happened To His Village

    He was born just a short distance from Adelaide
    And he could see the sea from his back door
    And in his young days there were not many houses
    But the years have brought great change to Semaphore. read more »

    Francis Duggan
  • 353.
    Riposte

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

    Seema Aarella
  • 354.
    Dan Leary

    Dan Leary hard man of Millstreet Gaelic Football
    He was a fearless fellow on his day
    He took and gave some hard bone crunching tackles
    And from a challenge never backed away. read more »

    Francis Duggan
  • 355.
    When We Lived In Lang Lang 'For Ed'

    I often think about my childhood day
    Long before they built the South Gippsland highway
    On gum tree by our house old magpie sang
    As shades of night went creeping o'er Lang Lang. read more »

    Francis Duggan
  • 356.
    Hoofbeats

    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
  • 357.
    Mick Punk

    We called him Mick Punk he stuck out his tongue
    And he shook his fist at us, we ran away
    It was our way of making childhood fun
    Are children any different today? read more »

    Francis Duggan
  • 358.
    The Crossroads Between Heaven & Hell

    Listening to the symphony of sounds from my cell
    I'm at the crossroads between heaven and hell

    Remembering back through all of those years read more »

    Linda Racaniello
  • 359.
    Our Past Lives On With Us

    We may not be in prison yet we are not truly free
    For of our past we are prisoners that's how 'twould seem to me
    Bad memories always haunt us they never go away
    Until the Reaper claims us they are with us to stay. read more »

    Francis Duggan
  • 360.
    The Fragrance of Nostalgia

    Once upon a time at a starry sheen moonlight
    heart rending serenade passionately responded I
    as luring whiff of unmistakable fragrance of nostalgia
    plummeted me through childhood hazy maze read more »

    Dela Bobobee
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