CHILDHOOD POEMS

My Childhood(New)

my childhood was the time when i was innocent

when the world seemed to be fair

when my universe was around my toys

my childhood was the time when 9i lived in dreams

when everyone was selfless 

when everyone appeared to be a friend

my childhood was the time when my life was full of colours

when sorrows never knocked my door

when smile was gift presented to everyone 

my childhood was the time when love was pure

when there were no obligations

when tenderness prevailed

my childhood was the time which is long gone

tears flow from my eyes when i go back in my childhood

my childhood will never come back but 

the child in me will never go 

jahanvi .......................

SWINGING TIME

Swinging highs, swinging lows, 

Higher and Higher she goes, 

Going up to meet the sky, 

Like a bird, she will fly, 

Going higher, daredevil try, 

For a moment, for a while, 

Descending, breaking smile.

Caressing winds, her hair blows,

Gentle breeze, rosy cheek glows,

Like the sea that ebbs and flows,

Childhood memory forever knows.

Copyright Philo Yan September 10, 2012

once we were child

Once we were children

everything was supper

We could fly

if we hadn't trusted our mothers

Once there was no difference between boys and girls

Once it wasn't important, having wealth

How many times we fell on the ground? 

We just wanted playing around

We always made a big noise

We didn't have to be poised

When we laughed in each case

But we didn't laugh in someone's face

Everything we had we did share

Which color? we didn't care

Once we were children 

The sky was blue

The world wasn't so wild

That was the issue

When we loved it was real

Of dying, we didn't have any fear

Did we know what discrimination is? 

Did we know how to tease? 

Did we have lust? Could we tell a lie? 

Now we have to tell to our childhood goodbye

Once we were children

The life was so funny

We were just called honey

And our world was summed up to our tiny

Homes.

Here is a feeling in my gut

That once we were child

How close we were to God

Spite of having no attention to God. 

nader baheri