Childhood Poems
The Captain Of The Push
by Henry Lawson
As the night was falling slowly down on city, town and bush,
From a slum in Jones's Alley sloped the Captain of the Push;
And he scowled towards the North, and he scowled towards the South,
As he hooked his little finger in the corners of his mouth.
Then his whistle, loud and shrill, woke the echoes of the 'Rocks',
And a dozen ghouls came sloping round the corners of the blocks.
There was nought to rouse their anger; yet the oath that each one swore
Seemed less fit for publication than the one that went before.
For they spoke the gutter language with the easy flow that comes
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I Am
by John Clare
I am: yet what I am none cares or knows,
My friends forsake me like a memory lost;
I am the self-consumer of my woes,
They rise and vanish in oblivious host,
Like shades in love and death's oblivion lost;
And yet I am! and live with shadows tost
Into the nothingness of scorn and noise,
Into the living sea of waking dreams,
Where there is neither sense of life nor joys,
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Alone
by Edgar Allan Poe
From childhood's hour I have not been
As others were; I have not seen
As others saw; I could not bring
My passions from a common spring.
From the same source I have not taken
My sorrow; I could not awaken
My heart to joy at the same tone;
And all I loved, I loved alone.
Then- in my childhood, in the dawn
Of a most stormy life- was drawn
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do you remember(as a child)
by Rumi Ullidov
Do you remember
As a child
When the neighbour
Pissed off
Chided you?
Did you get angry
Because he shouted
Or embarrassed
Because he was right?
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Katie
by Henry Timrod
It may be through some foreign grace,
And unfamiliar charm of face;
It may be that across the foam
Which bore her from her childhood's home,
By some strange spell, my Katie brought,
Along with English creeds and thought --
Entangled in her golden hair --
Some English sunshine, warmth, and air!
I cannot tell -- but here to-day,
A thousand billowy leagues away
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When We Were Kids
by Khayelihle Bongiswa Gamedze
We built some houses with some sticks,
And others built them with some straws.
We ran to houses built with bricks,
Running from a giant paw.
We ran down streets with police cars,
And flew up high with magic coats.
We raced with cars in streets of tar,
And in the sea with Pirate boats.
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Letter to the Unknown
by Sumauria Hunter
Dear Unfamiliar,
Hi! Today I am 4 years old and I am in preschool!
My favorite thing to do at school is play on the swings,
And my favorite thing to do after school is hear my siblings call me frightful
And say that I look different from them.
Adults scare me.
Their eyes look at me in a mean way when my lips feel glued shut,
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mother forbade feeding the poor thing
by Bogdan Dragos
there was a dog outside and it kept
barking for some reason
Ah yes, it was chained
and the chain was terribly short
and the poor animal was hungry
Mother wouldn’t bother feeding it
No, mother wanted it
to die
because it had been father’s dog,
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A Teacher
by Kaitelyn McDonald
I was broken before I ever knew it
My childhood, a blur of my mom busting ass to support us and keep me happy
I was happy
I was happy, until I realized I was broken.
My senior year of high school, senior breakfast. I got some bullshit scholarships my mom forced me to apply for.
Afterwards, my AP calc teacher, my role model, my friend. Told me he was proud of me.
That when he saw me receive my scholarships that I worked so hard for he felt “like a proud dad”. He was in the front row.
That’s when I realized I was broken. Without ever knowing it. This small line in an email broke my heart.
I knew I had the most supportive mom, the best mom. A mom who packed my lunches and kept a roof over my head for years. 18 years. With no help. But in reading that simple email. I realized I was broken.
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Afterward
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
See Dick run, in the golden latterly years,
When past is gone, the future premieres.
Jane is a librarian, in the floral ruby days,
Sally is a teacher, in the tangerine phase.
Puff pursues orange butterflies in heaven,
And he and Spot frolic, in sunshine lemon.
Mother and Father reside in assisted living,
Where the blue jay to the moon is singing.
