The First Poem You Ever Wrote

[rantingpete]

The idea is to post the first poem you ever wrote. If not, the oldest or most embarrassing poem you have in your possession. Could be fun. Here's mine, I wrote this in 1982 when I was 16:

Maybe

Maybe someday when times are tough
You'll turn and say you've had enough
And we will part and drift away
And you'll never look at me again

And maybe you'll find someone else
And build a life up for yourself
But don't forget I'm always here
In case you need to shed a tear

But maybe we'll be both alone
Wishing we shared a lovers home
Then when I'm sure you feel the same
I'll turn and say "let's try again"



HaHa. Your go!

[Poetical]

So do we add on here Pete? anyway this one was very good and alot better stuff than what I was writting at 16. I will go through my older stuff and see what I come up with.

Nice one Pete



Paul

[k2hsharpe]

'When God Whispers'

sunset below cloud ...
gathering the soft light for
my moment of death.



the first draft of this popped into my head within seconds of an experience I had about 35 year ago. Every few year I would take it out in my minds eye, dust it off and play with it. A word in here, a few words out there, but always in a three thought pattern. I was studying acupuncture and Tai Chi at the time and was becoming interested in the life of Morihei Ueshiba, so I probably had come across haiku though I have no conscious memory of it. Two year ago I became interested in Haiku, realised I damn near had one, tickled it a little more and here it was - my first poem finally finished after a third of century of effort.

At the same time as this poem popped into my head another one also did. It too had a three thought pattern and was a parallel reflection of what I'd just experienced. It's almost finished, but it remains inelegant, gawky. I await the time when a word or two reorganise themselves and I find myself happy with it.

My third poem wrote itself within a few minutes while I lay in a bath, this was 20 year after I started the first one.
Go figure
(laughing)))

PS great idea for a thread, Pete

[Salaam]

Here's mine: http://www.thepoetryforum.co.uk/showthread.php?t=6016

[rantingpete]

Thanks guys, I didn't expect any replies to this thread. Eerie how both your poems end in death!

[smorzando]

sometime when i was about ten or eleven. it's not the first, but the oldest one i have:

your tiny eyes sparkle in the moonlight.
many a dreamer will gaze up at you
as you look down from above,
guiding lost sailors home, who roll
around on the seas. always and forever:
you are the stars.

[Jermac]

I honestly cannot remember the first poem I ever wrote. I know I started writing in 1969, but I also know that what I wrote in the way of poetry was so damn bad, it derserved to be burned.--it was that bad. It probably had something to do with my personal feelings.

[gopher]

Crush not the fragile flowers
In over-zealous passion,
For love with haste may overlook
The splendour of the leaves,
And love of flowers just deceives.

And love of ostentation is
A love without perception,
Not understanding, seeing
Only obvious being.

Hidden 'neath the trumpet- blast,
The drums, the fire, the screaming,
'Neath gloss, and gross, and glitter,
Hides the beauty unseen yet -
And worldly eyes with ease forget.


Copyright 'gopher'

[Nimuae]

I like that, Gopher, especially ...

Hides the beauty unseen yet -
And worldly eyes with ease forget.

That is so true !

[Nimuae]

Here is my 'first ever', it was written when I was but 5 years old - so be gentle with it !!

TO A LONELY SPARROW


Poor little Sparrow, all alone,
have the others skyward flown
and left just you in the nest
to fend for yourself as best
you can ?
Poor little man.

Fly after them and catch
them up. Show them you can match
their skill with wing and feather,
no matter what may be the weather.
Show you can –
Be brave little man.


Never show to anyone your fear
of loneliness when they’re not near,
but show them you can stand alone
to face the world when they are gone.
I know I can –
My little man.


© Nimuae

[Entyqua]

I started when I was 12...I dont even know if I still have it...I will dig around my old book, and see if I can find one of the closest...

[gopher]

Ah, how I wished I had heard that as a child...referring to Nimaue's poem.

[Nimuae]

Ah, how I wished I had heard that as a child...referring to Nimaue's poem.

Thanks Gopher - it actually landed me in whole heap of trouble ! LOL

[gopher]

I can't understand why.

[Nimuae]

I can't understand why.

Long story, and this is not the place ! :)

[Jermac]

Although I began writing in 1969, it wasn't until 1971 that I began composing poetry. The following poem was written in the autumn of 1971, and although I had tried to compose poems prior to this one, "Mooncalf" is the first real poem I composed.

Mooncalf

Mad one--crying to the wind, what can you see now?
When you were young the sun was cold upon such a frail body;
withered legs, arms, head endured the schoolcrowd's blows,
as those surprised eyes blinked in unknowing-why pain.

"The mark of the beast," that's what some of the parents said
you had; "get him out of here," they whispered aloud.
But your bewildered, departing smile aroused them
more than anything--"Don't touch him, he's dirty," they said out loud.

Lunachild--where did you go? Do you still reflect those brutal years
of mass insanity? Moonson--can you even mourn?

Such fragile minds are crushed so easily.
Mooncalf--your crucifixion is still not known.

[TroostAvenue]

I was a very late bloomer. Below is a re-write of one of my earliest works called "Sharing", posted when I was often even more romantic in theme than now. Not sure the revisions help much. It's still a bit too sweet for my (after 9 months) now much more sophisticated tastes.


SWEET AFFIRMATION

So many nights when I've come home
Exhausted from my day at work
You have seen the tiredness in my eyes
And just sent me off to bed

Then you did all the family chores
Both your's and the ones I usually do
Feeding all the kids and bathed all them too
Watching till they fall asleep to stories that you've read

These are not small things that you do
Your days are often longer than my own
But it is small acts of love like these
That help our family grow

This is a partnership, we are as one
No questions asked, no hesitation
We simply do what needs be done
It is for us just love's sweet affirmation

[Hare]

I've had to dig around to find this.
I can remember being about 15years old and totally besotted with some youth at school, who I worshipped from afar. Hah Hah!! I can even remember his name. I wonder what he's doing now.:)

Do I?

The sun rose
And the morning pressed against my curtained windows
Like an impatient guest
Anxious lest I should ignore their arrival.
The curtains danced
In the gentle breeze filtering through the ill fitting panes
Filling with life the roses
As they turned and swayed in their silken garden.
I looked at you
At the way you always push the blankets away in sleep
As if you feel smothered
And I wondered whether I made you feel like that.

I'm sure I could find something more embarrassing but I don't think I'll try, on the grounds that it's making me feel sincerely ancient to be even looking at all.


Hare.

[Henry P]

Sonnet, which is on this forum

[tsu-bastet]

this is one of the earlest..when i was about 17/18 maybe...

http://www.thepoetryforum.co.uk/showthread.php?t=4234

and this was a bit earlier..think i was romantic back then!! lol!

"The circle binds
and it completes..
the circle signifies
where two souls meet.."

something to do with someone getting married..the wedding ring..
*sigh*!!!

and btw-these are excellent first poems here from all the previous posters!
..so many talented people!!!
:)

[magic]

Excellent thread. I wrote this when I was 13. Ahem,

Contradiction
This life is fiction
It's full of addiction
Like bewitching your mind
And now you're bitching
Not a care for the kind.
Itching for something new
(something to do)
To just keep between me and you...
Just deep enough to hit through
But too much will never be enough to
Let people see, allow them to be
And set us free from this monstrosity
that we call life-
You're always running from the knife,
Just waiting for the right time to not be blind
to find everything there is to find
And still come out of it alive
Yet still see the lies-
This disguise that we all hide behind.

But you ain't ever gonna escape life alive,
It ain't ever gonna be how you planned
So avoid the urge to question why
Because it's gonna be too big for you to understand.

[Sir Day]

that's first very good and second sweet, did you share with person in question.

[shuyun]

arggh to recall that first poem, i lost those poems :( back when i was 12 or 13. I won for essay writing in grade school but never for poetry.