Childly poems on Hello Poetry

Evgenii Lionel Balmont Aug 2016

Here I am on the hedge,
Amidst the forest of doubt,
One who've sworn not to pledge,
Proudly wear my shroud.

There's night in my head
And smoke in my guts,
Nothing's clear to my mind,
Porcelain is my heart.

With a black tooth grin
Bear mysery crown
With my soul in the wind
And my faith in the ground.

Eyes - by chance fallen leaves
Under the bushes of eyebrows,
Fulvous brown and grass green
Hidden in the shrubs' shadows.

Dead pale skin covers me,
Brown ivy curls down my shoulders.
There's blue blood in my veins
And I greet you, beholder.

Childly mushy cheeks
Rubbed by claws of white,
Full of shudder twists
Hope to thrill your mind.

Preying on your smiles,
Drinking up your breaths.
Forgive me for a while
Lack of wings on my back.

John Ashton Upston Dec 2014

Listening

I'm just listening to Counting Crows,
and I get this feeling,
That I am so close to understanding,
Something, myself? Something.
And it leads to this eerie feeling of contentedness,
In the darkness.
But I'm just a step behind,
And the more I think, the more...
I lose my way, The more I question,
instead of listen.
But it scares me to let such a moment pass,
without pursuing... it.
Whatever it is.
Poetry? I think not,
Just splutter along the road of my soul.
Sure to be meaningless in the end, but,
Looking at it now, looking back a bit...
Oh to be **** half in the past,
And nirvana just out there,
A bit further along the way.
Almost childly, I blindly,
Reach my hand out and up,
Hoping that I'll be able to grasp the Sun,
As if I won't get burnt,
That since it seems so close,
I just need to grasp,
and the world will be mine.
But some things are not for mortals.
And demons, like kids,
Must too, one day,
Wake up.

#darkness #listening #ponderous #self-discovery #deepthoughts #wonderous #countingcrows

Pradip Chattopadhyay Oct 2015

From the Endless Ways

There're endless ways to write
give vent to a joy or to pain
heavy stuff or childly light
sunshine or broken sky's rain.

It depends on the day the mood
good times or bad on the way
shapes the words your attitude
color them the way you want to say.

Endless are the ways to fill the page
rhythm and structure and rhyme
clear as daylight or a maze
depends how you're treated by the time.

You choose from the collage endless
words that may sadden entertain
when broken you may choose to show a face
that by lighting smiles lessens your pain.

Max Neumann Dec 2019

THE CHILD-LIKE DICTATOR (FIRST NAME: ADDICT) PART I

i am threatened by someone:
every day

in my head
behind my eyes
behind my flesh
in the land of my soul there lives a dictator

to whom i listened far too long
this dictator wants to **** me
fully and entirely

it may sound contradictory:
i do not hate him since
he is weak and overfilled with doubts

his shouts are coming from my
childhood; he looks similar as i looked
when i was four years old.
(only similar, uuuuuh yeeah)

the child-like dictator is disguised in a dress of childly needs.
his spirit is not spiritual.
he is only child-like:
a copy.

and his insidious siren calls:
now they sound like the voice
of a lonely man.

believe me, child-like dictator:
i do tolerate you as a part of myself.

be certain, dictator:
i won't follow your ideas, needs and orders.

you may stay.
i walk freely.

#childlike #child #dictator #head #eyes #land #soul #****

Joel Thomas Aug 2019

I Wish I Was A Child Again

I wish I had a chance to go back
To the days where I was a child
Those days where I never kept track
And where I used to see the dreams which are wild

I want to go back to those days again
Where the consequences of my actions were not much to be taken care
My sins would wash away like the dust after the first rain
And I was relieved of the troubles an adolescence had to bear

When I was experiencing childhood little did I know I would grow up so fast
And undergo a sudden shift in my perspective and views
Looking back at those days I'm astonished to know all my childly experiences are past
Memories about the forgotten episodes is like an ocean of happiness where I would want to cruise

Time is like a glacier and glaciers don't go around
I want to do wonders so that in the future I can look back at myself with happiness mount
My past should be my company when there's no one around
I should start acting on the present cause every action count

#memories #childhood

Hestia Aug 2018

SCARED OF

That time. That time when I felt in…
What, how could be happen to me? Not now, not now please!
I can’t see anything else just… somebody is going to help me?
It hurts but when I see that smile and those eyes I fell like a big block of antarctic ice slowly melting down for
the first time.
Is this…?
Please let not this happen to me. I can’t do it.
I’m scared. Of what? Don’t know.
It’s just my dreamly childly romantic way to see things.
I believed to all those tails and I’m too scared of the chance of a never happy ending

#love #scared #romantic #sad #view #happyending

Pradip Chattopadhyay Jan 2014

Time & She

When the evening glimmers day slowly turns dead
I peek at my watch sweet six in my head
Walk in windy sprint in cheerful childly gait
To reach home in time meet you sweet mate!

When the few hours seeming like weeks
Roll out prolonged till they reach six
I pick up my bag leave the tedium behind
To reach home in time my sweet mate in mind!

When the day unfolds bland time slowly ticks
The clock acts too lazy to reach the magic six
I hold on the belief the evening won’t be late
To ferry me in time to my waiting sweet mate!

When nothing seems to tick except my weary watch
As it trundles into six I say thank you very much
For though you ran so lazy reached six at any rate
To tell the time is ripe to rush home for sweet mate!

When each hour passes mundanely alike
Work drags slowly painting the day prosaic
Past its burned hours beyond the toil’s sweat
Chimes the magical six it’s time for sweet mate!

Sally A Bayan Jun 2014

"FOUND" DAYS WITH MY FATHER

(a follow-up)

Those days, I could still recall clearly
When, I did not feel warm hands
That would catch me if I ever fell
When I took my first steps as a baby...
When I had no one to take me to school on my first day
Had to cope with fear through my own childly ways,
I did many other firsts in my life,
On my own,
Without the warmth and caring presence of
My father....

Somehow, a notion came about...
And I reflected long on it...
This is an Epiphany in my late summer years...
Those days I was without him physically,
Were the moments I strongly felt his presence...
He would be---
In front of me
Beside me
Behind me,
All those times, taking care of me
The only way he could:
By invisibly watching over me...
While my mother was at work,
While I was playing,
While in school,
While growing up as a teenager...
When my safety was jeopardized,
He was very much with me...
In my dreams, he would comfort me...
Talk to me, assuage my fears...
Even wanted to take me with him,
To save me...
And yet, he didn't....
He was selfless in his most unseen
But felt ways...

During the darkest, scariest,
Loneliest, and most difficult moments,
I just had to imagine his face,
Then things would turn out okay
For I felt his presence then...

Today, as I reflect on how I got to this age,
How I lived my life without him,
I have realized, those long-running hours,
Were not lost days at all...

I now have found my days with my father,
For, he is my guardian angel,
He had been, he was, he is,
He will constantly be with me...
All my days,
Here on earth and beyond...

All my days...

Sally

Copyright 2014
Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan

***Thank you, John Stevens! From your comments, this poem was born.***

Albero Centrale Apr 2014

An Emerging Spring

As the winter wind blows away
all the dreams of yesterday,
We sit inside all bundled up
drinking cocoa from a cup.

I watch the maples dull and dry
begin the sap and to provide.
We know that as the days go by,
We'll fix the Earth up to the sky.

Before we fix the spring to new,
we know just how much there is to do.
We'll melt and push the snow away
and call back all the bluest jays.

The cold must go away and heat must come,
pouring down from the shining sun.
We hope and wait for ground of white
to go away and fix my sight.

With flurries gone and rainbows back,
the joy of picnics with a snack
and all the fun and summer things
comes back to my full mind with wings.

Though the winter has its time,
summer has children at their prime.
And now that summer has arrived,
our childly fun has been revived.

~Kaylie

Max Neumann Jan 2020

Children and Adults

as a child, you can't wait to grow up.
as an adult, you either suppress or fulfill
your childly needs.

some of us do both; but it's the balance that counts.

Much love to all kids who can't wait to be an adult.

God bless your young souls.

Today is a good day.

Mikey

#kids #children #adult #grow #up #love #depression #need #fulfilment

Amar Dec 2017

Everything You Are

You mock formidable locks,
Then throw heavy doors open;
Sunbeams wash in where dark spells swayed,
And somewhere a bird sings,
Were they even real - those tricks wicked whispers played?

You are the soul of endless songs,
You lay traps where clever artists fall;
Dare a third person declare you devious,
You are the very meaning of a good fairy's wand.

You hide from the crowd in plain sight,
While I unravel every little flash and inflection;
I immerse in your language,
And we exchange playground secrets in childly delight;
Yes, I become a child - it's a choice and I trade,
To enter your mystery world with light steps,
The baggage of gathered wisdom I leave behind.

And there, somewhere, while the act plays,
A wise man smiles and he says,
'Such it has always been -
To give yourself to new eyes, you must first turn blind.'

Note: If you'd like to guess what 'You' refers to, post as a comment and I'll share my own interpretation.. :)

#love #romantic #life

Basil Rubin Nov 2019

After

Jump and stay aloft
In a lucid flow
Through the sky with birds
Humming childly words

Find your obscure self
In the same place where
Miracles begin
Show up and disappear

Pink walls built by those
Who had gone and frozen
Images of talent
In the shape of graves

Epic Poetical Sep 30

A Necklace of Adulation 01: Divine-like Hands and Laps of Thine

On that divine-like hands and laps of thine, my grandmother, each moment I embraced the new learnings.

Well, in that tranquil Spring night when the wave of stars washed away my eyes, I cried for them to have in the small hands of mine. Since then, I learnt to cry.

In order to soothe my longing cry, thou hast sung me the rhyming lullaby that spreaded the formless form of smile on my face. Since then, I learnt to smile.

At that cooing rhythm of thy song; thou hast energetically swung me high and low in the air, whilst my body seems to have lost its weight so light. Since then, I learnt to get thrilled by the melody of song.

A feeling of overflowing on an edge of the wind hast brought the word of excitement to my unawake mouth, ehh.. since then, I learnt to speak a word.

That morning, Aye, drunk by the golden dawn, the wave of my eyes reached to the falling leave at the distant height. The very curiosity to catch hold of it hast burnt my little heart. Since then, I learnt to curious about the things.

Slipping away from thy hand, I ran to catch the falling leave. But fie, I couldnst catch it! I followed its flight — but the wind took it farther away. My eyes couldnst reach to it anymore, as it gradually disappeared at invisible sight. Since then, I learnt to walk.

Thou art my model, my grandmother!These all childly learnings alighted from that holy-like hands and laps of thine. I regard thee.

A poem to my beloved grandmother.

Epic Poetical Sep 30

A Necklace of Adulation 02: In the Kingly and Queenly World of Thine

I extend the words from that little heart of mine— and that's my deepest Adulation to thee, my beloved parents!

I know not how I've travelled upon the Mesh of age to reach this mile of oldness— nor dost I know how I've rushed on over the trouble obstacles I encountered each age.

Such little strange tale of mine evolved from thy ***** hands, my beloved parents!

In the kingly and queenly world of thine, I expanded on the ineffable rhythm of joyance. I know not the bound— but surely I cherished the flower and its hidden honey thou hast bestowed upon me, from that holy adornment of thy hearts.

Thou hast attained all my childly cravings and worn a garland of smile to this sullen face of mine.

Thou hast taken care of me from all sorts of ailings. Thou hast given me the warm garments and never let my body ailed by the cold breeze in Winter and tanned by the barnstorming heat in Summer.

Mother, when the hunger ailed my stomach, I spelt out thy name and cried
In dissonant pitch.Thou hast given me a plate of rice. In the amidst of night when the silence hast spreaded its wings, the unrestrained thirst dried up my throat. I awoke thee— so thou hast given me a cup of water to quench my thirst.

Father, the most I must not forget about thee is thou hast shaded the blood and dropped down the endless sweat onto the earthly mud to give me this excess of life.

I'm grateful to both of thee, my beloved parents! Without both of thy presence,
I would not have made my life so far and so long. I regard thee.

A poem of love and gratitude.

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