#childhood poems on Hello Poetry

Billie Aug 2024

I watched the little Bee hide in the open.

Funny stories were told by her empty gaze.

The little voices called her name often.

On the special days they stared at her amaze.

Those days the little Bee would stutter.

It's just so hard to reach the sunny places.

She'll giggle and say life's a ******.

But the voices pursued, her joy it chases.

She slipped and couldn't reach the light.

The poor Bee faded even her shadow lies

People hate the unusual isn't it a plight?

A world of fools, her being they denies.

Once, I saw the Bee laugh without bother.
It was the day she called on a monster.

This poem reminds me why I write.

#childhood #reflective #loss

mikey Sep 2024

my heart, the bus stop

i'm not sure what it is, but tonight i'm thinking about people i used to know.
my childhood best friend, i hear she's awful now but i still love her no matter what, even though i haven't seen her in years. the boy who told me he was in love with me and gave me a crescent-moon thumbnail scar that i still carry today, having not seen him in four years. I look at my left hand and think of our friendship. My grandmother, long past ashes now, with her secret candy drawer, teaching me how to knit and giving me incorrect interpretations of country music. the boy that moved briefly into my drama class, downloaded one of my favourite albums to my phone and took my heart with him when he left. i think of him when i hear those songs, still some of my favourites. ny third grade teacher who told me about idioms and made me write my ks a specific way. my handwriting still looks like your name, sir. the boy who would fix my hair when it got messy, who moved on to cooler friends, and acts like he never touched my face for the sake of it. i still have his number. the girl who i loved books with for years, until we began to read different things and ran out of things to talk about. The boy i dated that sat on the floor of the mall with me and talked to me about all his favourite tv shows and held my head in his lap and never read the book i got him for chirstmas and now only calls me by my last name. the boy who i bought hotwheels in an airport with. i haven't peeled the complementary sticker off my headphones yet, so i haven't stopped thinking of him. on nights like these i miss them. i remember them tenderly. i still feel their phantom arms around me, and it is emptier than a lack of sensation. my heart is a bus stop, more empty for having been full.

my heart is a bus stop, more empty for having been full.

#missing #loss #grief #bittersweet #childhood #friends #growingapart

katherine fenkulamova Sep 2024

fading smile

She was a loud child,
Always laughing, squealing, and running around.
She loved to talk,
She loved life.
Then puberty came,
And her constant smile slowly began to fade.
She wanted to be heard,
But no one paid her any attention.
She stopped talking,
She stopped laughing.
Now, she doesn’t love life anymore.
And everyone still ignores her.

#childhood #child #woman #girl #depression #hurt #sad #family

Ayla Grey Sep 2024

Lost Love

I remember you grinning, child
Laughing, loving, learning, growing
I miss your laughter

It's been 6 years now
And sometimes I see you pass by.
Frowning.

I don't remember you frowning

All I remember is the sunshine
When our names were put together
On every single list

When school days fell and we ran on out
I never realized what I missed

I never realized why we stopped talking
I thought our friendship was just through
But you smiled at me the other day
And I realized - I loved you

#childhood #love #friends #regret

charlie delitiscit Sep 2024

To the little girl who cried herself to sleep

Children should not be left to cry alone.

They need someone beside them, even if it won't solve the problem. [Many problems cannot be solved.]

They need someone to stroke their hair and hold their hand,
to dry their tears and wipe their snotty noses.
They need someone to tell them it is going to be ok, even when it isn't going to be ok. [Especially when it isn't going to be ok.]

There is a little girl crying alone.

She does not muffle the sound of her crying. She wants her parents to hear.
She thinks that if they hear her crying, they will finally understand, and they will make everything alright.
Or maybe they will stroke her hair and hold her hand. [That would be alright.]

They don't come.

Maybe they can't hear her. Maybe they're busy. Maybe they didn't notice. [Maybe they don't care.]

They aren't coming.

The little girl's tears trickle off her cheeks,
making her pillow damp,
making her skin sticky with the salt. [She falls asleep.]

They don't come.

[There is a young woman crying in her childhood bedroom. Briefly, she worries about the embarrassment of her parents finding her here, crying like a little girl. They don't come. She laughs.]

#childhood #crying #alone #tears #parents

Stephen Knox Sep 2024

Lies vs Bliss

Thinking myself, to when I was little.
Helping me choose, my path in the middle.

Now it’s become, abundantly clear.
The light growing in me, replaces the fear,

Working way down, deep inside.
Processing things, I could never abide.

With trickle of truth flowing in my ear.
Reveals all that’s hidden, both far and near.

Feelings in me of oneness and bliss.
like a continuous wave of my very first kiss.

Sharpness of mind and improving ones health.
Means paying it forward, repairing yourself.

Doing these things, while holding them dear.
Vibrating higher, pulling destiny near.

#childhood

Saanvi Sep 2024

Nostalgia

I lost a count of days
As they passed, one after another
A continuous seam blurring together.
As the flowers bloomed and the sun rose,
I forgot that summer was still too long, never ending like one single giant happy day.
A little bittersweet, mostly filled with silence.
Summer afternoons are never ending.
The trees are covered by a yellow hue, not a soul awake
As the shadows of children dancing on grass dances on the walls.
That used to be long ago,
Now afternoons are not an escape to have mischief your way rather dull and boring.
But the nostalgia of Summers long ago is exciting
It keeps me awake, sometimes the tears or a sad smile,
As I lose count of my days,
Waiting for the summer afternoon to pass
As the earth breathes and the birds rest.

I cry when I remember Summers long ago.
But those are happy tears, I hope.

#nostalgia #summer #nature #youth #childhood #hurts #memories #love

Reuben F Aug 2024

Your Mom's Baby

I love you very much.
I see tears running down
Though your eyes shine
And it seems you're forgetful.

Luck pulled you out of a hat...
Destiny took you by the hand
And Life smiled upon you
As Time waited graciously.

#motherhood #baby #childhood #mother #children #life #growingup

Hello Daisies Aug 2024

Childhood

I can hear the school parade
I can hear the football being played
The Cheers and joy
The announcer
Filling my ears
Void

It's a strange feeling
You know
To hear something fun
And feel so
Cold

Deep in my soul
It's something
I'll never know
It's haunting
It's daunting

I want to know
The sweet bliss
Perhaps the secret
Romance
I was never given
A chance
Never more than a
Simple glance
Of a life

I had pain
I had restrains
I was detained
And remained
To feel shame
Touched
And abused
Cursed
And used
Never finding
The truth
Only searching for
Hidden clues
Trapped in a tower
Forever waiting
On the hour

Waiting for what?
My life to change
Waiting for who?
Someone who could
Remain
With me
Free me from chains
Take away my Shame
Never give me an ounce
Of blame

It never came
Nobody comes
When you're crying
Alone
Nobody comes
When you want to leave
The devil's throne
Nobody
Nobody
There was
Nobody
For me
Nobody
With me
Nobody
To help
Me

Cut the poetry
To state it simply
I wanted
What I desired
So evilly
Was to be a kid
To have a childhood
To be loved
And understood
To feel safe
And never hurt
To be hugged
And loved for my worth
To never be touched
My any man
Who's simply
"Misunderstood"

I wanted
Something everyone
Deserves
I wanted a love
With all the words
I wanted to be free
From my broken
World
I wanted
To never have to
Curl and cry
And wish
To die

I wanted
To stop asking
And praying
Why?
I wanted
My parents to love me
And give me life
Instead they gave me
A knife
And led me to believe
It was life

I wanted to be comforted
And told it's okay
I wanted to be told I wasn't
To blame
I wanted a sister
Who would stand by me
I wanted not to be told
I'm just too whiny

I wanted to feel alive
And laugh and cry
Without being
Blinded
I want to rewind
And tell that little girl
It's not a ******* crime
To ask for a dime
Of love
And a gentle reaffirming hug
From someone you looked
Up To

What's the use?
I wanted the whole world
I wanted to be Cinderella
And run away from my parents
To discover the stars
To dance on Mars
To show the whole universe
And more
What it means to love
What it means to give
And cherish
Never knowing a day of
Perish
I would have been so alive
I would have never wished
To die
Never asking why
Can't I be in the sky
Away from everything
Alone and a ghost
Because being here
Is living in unrelenting
Fear

I just wanted
To simply
Never be hurt
I wanted to be a child
Who knew what it meant
To *******
Smile

I write a lot of poems that are very open but for some reason I feel like I really let myself open up here and I'm crying lol I guess I've been denying that my childhood doesn't affect me anymore. It's August and it brings back bad memories.

#childhood #abuse #sad #anxiety