Kid Stuff
in Aging Poems
Many, many years ago
When I was just a kid,
And I had just began to grow,
There's stuff I had and did.
Published: April 9, 2020
Growing up is inevitable. No matter how much we want to hold onto our childhood, life is going to move forward. At some point, our childhood becomes something we look back on instead of something we’re currently experiencing. Each generation’s childhood is marked with different characteristics. No matter how old you are, it seems that every generation believes life was slower and sometimes better than daily life today. This is a collection of poems about those simpler times. The poems are filled with sentimental longing for the days gone by. What fond memories do you have from your childhood? For a moment, take a stroll down memory lane and reminisce about the good old days. They might be just a memory now, but what a beautiful memory they are. They are a reminder of glorious days, the days that made you who you are today.
in Aging Poems
Many, many years ago
When I was just a kid,
And I had just began to grow,
There's stuff I had and did.
in Change Poems
I was happy when I was a lad.
It wasn't all good, but it wasn't half bad.
We played with sticks we played with stones;
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in Change Poems
Take me back to those simpler times
When all I sang were nursery rhymes,
When stealing chocolates was my only crime,
When sleep used to come early, at nine,
This poem is very relatable. I remember always wanting to act like an adult and dressing up like one. Looking back, I should have enjoyed being a kid for as long as I could. Let this remind...
I remember-
of days so long in the past
when I wished I would grow up so fast.
The childhood of a person might be a mixture of both pleasant and unpleasant memories. Mine is dominated by unpleasant memories, but I love to read and listen to the pleasant experiences of...
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Those were the days...
When I used to get up late,
Never cared about the day and date.
in Summer Poems
The sun, it fades in the moonlight.
The stars, they fade in the daylight.
The cold breezes are strong in winter and spring,
in Summer Poems
We spent those stifling endless summer afternoons
on hot front porches, cutting paper dolls from Sears
catalogs, making up our own ideal families
complete with large appliances
This one brought me back, way back. I lived that kind of life, and I look back on it fondly. Time seemed to move so slowly back then. We were rushing to grow up. Little did any of us know...
Our TV set was black and white
And on its spindly legs it stood;
More deep than wide with dials that clicked,
All curved glass screen and grain of wood.
Hi Raelene. Thanks so much for taking the time to comment on my poems. I really appreciate the kind feedback.
Kind regards, Cynthia
in Aging Poems
When sleepless I lie,
As the hours slip by,
I go walking the paths back home.
I hear the meadowlark's song
My childhood Christmas memories always make me smile.
I'll often drift to long ago and stay there for a while.
Remember singing carols long before the date?
Of counting days from Halloween, I really couldn't wait.
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