Childhood Poems
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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On Receipt Of My Mother's Picture
by William Cowper
Oh that those lips had language! Life has pass'd
With me but roughly since I heard thee last.
Those lips are thine- thy own sweet smiles I see,
The same that oft in childhood solaced me;
Voice only fails, else, how distinct they say,
'Grieve not, my child, chase all thy fears away! '
The meek intelligence of those dear eyes
(Blest be the art that can immortalize,
The art that baffles time's tyrannic claim
To quench it) here shines on me still the same.
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I Am Waiting
by Lawrence Ferlinghetti
I am waiting for my case to come up
and I am waiting
for a rebirth of wonder
and I am waiting
for someone to really discover America
and wail
and I am waiting
for the discovery
of a new symbolic western frontier
and I am waiting
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Ode On A Distant Prospect Of Eton College
by Thomas Gray
Ye distant spires, ye antique towers,
That crown the watry glade,
Where grateful ScienceÊ still adores
Her Henry'sÊ holy shade;
And yeÊ that from the stately brow
Of Windsor's height th' expanse below
Of grove, of lawn, of mead survey,
Whose turf, whose shade, whose flowers among
Wanders the hoary Thames along
His silver-winding way. 10
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Soil
by Roger McGough
we've ignored eachother for a long time
and I'm strictly an indoor man
anytime to call would be the wrong time
I'll avoid you as long as I can
When I was a boy we were good friends
I made pies out of you when you were wet
And in childhood's remembered summer weather
We roughandtumbled together
We were very close
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Summer Euphoria
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
june's jumping for joy
with brother tom and mary
summer vacation
blooms red peach and cream
early to rise, late to bed
blur of roller skates
games balloons fireflies
the warm starry nights have come
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Dreamer
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
In my earliest days of butterscotch sunshine,
To possess a new bike was my deepest wish,
So I asked it of my father one Christmastime,
Launching a childish memory which I cherish!
My dad promised, and he ever kept his word,
In the hopscotch days of skies sapphire blue.
Joy awaited on Christmas Day, ere we stirred,
As the first dream I ever dreamed came true!
Lemonade Time
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
summer's golden hot
auntie's made cool lemonade
front porch nostalgia
flowers all the day
in mauve orange and yellow
playing in the yard
lemon meringue pie
and sunflowers are nodding
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Dandelion Days
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
They were the golden days in many ways,
When I once gave Mom dandelion bouquets.
She loved those bright vases of blooms,
Cheering the corners of childhood rooms!
The lavender dawns and crimson evenings,
Plus the deep golden yellows in between,
Gave rise to such kaleidoscopic memories,
As a rare gemstone's glittering energies.
childhood’s villain
by Bogdan Dragos
Father used his fists
a lot
Though never on the kids
On the walls
and the furniture
and the doors
and the mailbox
and the fence
and the neighbors
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