#childhood poems on Hello Poetry

Saturninus 1d

One day when I was a child
My favorite pear tree fell
I found it strange to know it’s fruit
When I’d only seen it bloom

Split in half by the weight of ice
Right down the middle
A crack of thunder as it went
It was killed by the rain and cold

I used to rest in it’s shadow
Infertile but gracious to me
As the blooms floated down
Like flurrying springtime snow

Strong seeming and lovely smelling
A father in spirit and in truth
Winter killed what spring made beautiful
It held no children but me

My wife had a miscarriage in November. They should’ve been born in May. Yesterday was tough, needless to say. I wrote this to cope.

Happy belated Father’s Day regardless. We chopped up the Pear tree and used it for firewood.. so it warmed my home the following year, despite the sadness in this poem.

#fathers #day #grief #love #fatherhood #childhood #seasons

Stranger 1d

This is Summer

The sun is shining,
the wind is blowing,
the water is cooling —
this is summer.

The kids are playing in the pool,
the parents are watching while talking to the others—
this is summer.

But the older kids,
the new adults,
they are nowhere to be found.
They are hiding,
hiding from the empty boxes.
They are in mourning —
of their childhood.
They are letting go.
This is summer.

The older kids stay inside,
Where they hear the giggles, the joy, the laughter —
Where they hear the water splashing —
Where they will never be again.
This is summer.

The older kids remember when it was them,
with their parents,
with their friends —
but now their stomachs ache to go back.
They wonder where all of their time went.
They want to go back.
But they can’t —
they’re already leaving.
They watch the kids play in the pool
they used to called their own.
Now, the older kids are moving on.
This —
is summer.

#growingup #childhood #nostalgia

Malia 1d

Volander

When I was kid,
I’d look up at the sky and wave
At the airplanes passing by,
I’d wave down from an airplane
Hung up high,
I’d wave and think myself seen.
I remember being seven years old and
The hot air balloon operator said
To keep all limbs inside the vehicle
And my parents kept nudging me to the middle–
Safe and nested.
But I didn’t stay there for long, no
I pushed out to the edge, on tiptoes to
Look down at the great big
Everything.
Only half the thrill is fear of falling.
The rest is how it feels to float.

Volander:

Noun. The ethereal feeling of looking down at the world through an airplane window, able to catch a glimpse of the far flung places you’d never seen in person, free to let your mind wonder, trying to imagine what they must feel like down on the ground–the closest you’ll ever get to an objective point of view. 𝑪𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒕𝒆𝒔𝒚 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑫𝒊𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒂𝒓𝒚 𝒐𝒇 𝑶𝒃𝒔𝒄𝒖𝒓𝒆 𝑺𝒐𝒓𝒓𝒐𝒘𝒔.

#dictionaryofobscuresorrows #wordprompt #wordpoem #childhood #nostalgia #thrill

Michael Shave 3d

Climbing the Apple Tree

For us to go out scrumping
As often as might be.
We would reconnoiter every day
To find an apple tree.

Whenever someone found one
Then all would try to see
How quickly could they climb up there
Into that apple tree.

Now, in my dotage, I believe
Our children should be free
To stretch their bodies and their minds,
To climb the apple tree.

#childhood

Lyla 2d

Let her sleep

5 more minutes
I’d mumble
Wake up
Repeating
I’d mumble again
Wake up
Louder, a yell
Wake up
Wake up
A scream
Wake up
5 more minutes
I yell
I scream
An acquiesce
Because what’s 5 minutes
When you have your whole life

Let her sleep
she’d mumble
A sigh of muffled relief
Burrowed in a sweaty pillow
escaping to my dreams again
Where 5 minutes feels like 5 hours, 5 days
5 more minutes
I’d say half asleep
At 5, 6, 7
13
15
Wake up
17
Nobody wakes me up now
I awoke

At 22
I miss you
5 more minutes
I say to no one at all
I want to escape to my dreams again
You only live there
Where you stroke my skin
And nothing is wrong
And 5 minutes feels like a lifetime

#sleep #dreams #heartbreak #miss #fantasy #childhood

ash 3d

there's a lot more – paradox

and i could hate the one who birthed me
and went through all that pain because i existed.
and she made me hate myself,
drew a line in my memory.

i've got nothing to remember,
only triggers that seem to last forever.

but she was and is my mother—
and despite all the pain and all the hurt she's given me,
i'll still take her stand when the world calls her wrong,
'cause i know what it feels like
to see your own going against you, before long.

and perhaps i'll carry these wounds,
of having to grow up with her
while helping her grow.

for i was a child,
and i still am—
but somewhere,
i became the mother
that i never had.

a lot lot more i could write, but the brain just surpressed it

#mother #wound #childhood #trauma #healing #toxic #family #inner #child #grief

alex 3d

All Over Again?

Do you ever wish,
you could redo it
all
over
again?

Go back to when
there were no problems,
or at least
no real problems.

A time I can’t even remember anymore
let alone imagine,
No pressure or worries?
back to a flowing, carefree entity…

All the what ifs?
they will always gnaw at me,
would I like to satiate them,
or are they better off starved?

Although, I know
the future doesn’t wait,
so some time or another
it will arrive.

And there will always be
more bad things to happen,
more good things to happen,
more losses than wins

So would I try to escape or
accept what I cannot change
and keep going
anyway?

#future #questions #redo #childhood

Tsuki no ume 6d

~O' Perish'd Ashes of Youth

Watching by the little window,
I see those kids, I those pups,
Playing ,joking, running around
Giggling ,laughing ,on a merry go round
So much!  i envy ,seeing them laugh as they play,
So much ! i hate, that i was once as happy as they,
So much ! i cry ,i cant go back to those happy days
So much!  i scream, i cant run ,i cant play,
So much !So much! Just So much!
I beg ,I shout ,I scream as I say,
Take me away !Take me away!
I miss those days ,i miss those nights,
I miss the sun with its morning light,
I miss the birds ,I miss the skies,
I miss those stars ,I miss the moon,
Humming and dancing with those lullaby tunes,
I miss so much! Just so much!
I beg ,I shout ,I scream as I say,
Take me away !Take me away!
OH! how i used to wish and pray,
I would Grow up and I would say,
The money ,The house ,The cars i want ,
Its all i want! Its all i want!
I pity those innocent prays,
I wish I would go back and say,
Do not say! Do not say!
As God hears only a Child's pray,
I beg so much !Just so much!
I beg ,I shout, I scream as I say,
Take me away !Take me away!
I still hear those laughters and those sounds
The winds whispers, the rain weeps
Remember those days! Remember those days!
I still wish, I still cry,
I still hope, I still pry,
Child O' Child where are you!
Child O' Child are you lost!
Child O' Child dont run away! dont run away!
I cry too much ,Just too much!
I beg, I shout ,I scream as I say,
Take me away !Take me away!
                       __tsuki no ume

#nostalgia #childhood #escapism #life #responsibilities #depth #thought

Spicy Digits Apr 2024

Behind It All

You never took up space,
And raged only in private.
I know, I was there.

I heard your natural voice
Before it was edited and rebranded.

But you've always been magnificent.

Back then your innocence was
hazardous to your health.
I was there.

I loved you enough to hide you.

I held closed your wounds in
The quiet embrace of the closet.

You're older now,
Outpacing the daydreams
that kept you alive.

Brandishing a loose razor
To cut only through the dogma.

You held on to life then,
And you hold all the power now.

I am there.

#childhood #pain #trauma #alone #abuse #panic #depression #love #witness #inner