Your First Poem?
sumnlykeabeast
Joined 13th June 2013
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Strange Creature
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Mine was about a friend of mine who I had a major crush on in highschool....
Seconds
minutes
hours
still no call from you
the ringing of the phone would reassure me that I'm not crazy . . .
Seconds
minutes
hours
still no call from you
the ringing of the phone would reassure me that I'm not crazy . . .
seekingkate
kateA
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kateA
Tyrant of Words
28
Joined 20th May 2014 Forum Posts: 2079
My first poem was written in December 2013....it says it all...
PLEASE CALL
If he leaves it too long he'll say
'I can't call her now,
I've left it too long'.
If he doesn't call
I won't ever see him again
PLEASE CALL
If he leaves it too long he'll say
'I can't call her now,
I've left it too long'.
If he doesn't call
I won't ever see him again
Caged_Raven
Forum Posts: 125
Thought Provoker
3
Joined 20th Dec 2012Forum Posts: 125
mine was about watching a bird take flight and die. It showed the contrast of life and death. It was pretty dark, it influenced my writing style to be darker. I kept it in a old notebook with the rest of my poems.I wrote it at work actually haha probably the best inspiration for that piece...
JAITO
Magic poemz
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Magic poemz
Fire of Insight
8
Joined 24th Jan 2012 Forum Posts: 171
I never liked poetry but my first poem made me love poetry,it was about a heart break of a girl who let me"BYE BYE" was my first poem and that convinced me that i could write...I think i will die without knowing my last poem...This forum is very important big ups
Anonymous
My first poem was about 10 years ago. It was a piece of shit. (And nearly everything I wrote for the next 5 years was shit too.)
AlyxMahal
Joined 10th Sep 2014
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Strange Creature
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My first poem was for a middle school assignment. We had to write a poem about whatever we wanted to make it. I made mine about life. I don't have it though.
Shn1010
Joined 11th Oct 2014
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Lost Thinker
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My first poem was in 3rd grade... It was about nature I guess
Tacete
who-isthe-silence
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who-isthe-silence
Twisted Dreamer
1
Joined 24th Nov 2013Forum Posts: 205
Into the White
Scaling summit
biting back at
wind, with grit.
boot-blade driven
into iced earth.
Unloading burdens
height's peak;
ashes become dust.
Ashes stricken
to Iced particles
glittering in sunlight,
penetrating
the hazed
sullen mists
kept my oath
I begin my descent.
Boot-blade
driven
into iced earth.
Bare hands
blistered;
pleading me to feel.
Complimenting righteousness
the corralled, we few serve.
Dare I brave
white death?
Least I'm cut down
and left to bleed out
the snow
smothered;
blood red.
Wolves my kin,
I advance with them.
Their bloodied claws,
dripping life force in the sun;
siphoned.
The snow is shining
my muscles relax,
powdered into submission.
snow so soft;
ingraining the softness into me.
I take it not as weakness
but rather acceptance.
The Righteous
always accept it.
My will for
survival; melting
with the snow;
settling within the sunlight.
Scaling summit
biting back at
wind, with grit.
boot-blade driven
into iced earth.
Unloading burdens
height's peak;
ashes become dust.
Ashes stricken
to Iced particles
glittering in sunlight,
penetrating
the hazed
sullen mists
kept my oath
I begin my descent.
Boot-blade
driven
into iced earth.
Bare hands
blistered;
pleading me to feel.
Complimenting righteousness
the corralled, we few serve.
Dare I brave
white death?
Least I'm cut down
and left to bleed out
the snow
smothered;
blood red.
Wolves my kin,
I advance with them.
Their bloodied claws,
dripping life force in the sun;
siphoned.
The snow is shining
my muscles relax,
powdered into submission.
snow so soft;
ingraining the softness into me.
I take it not as weakness
but rather acceptance.
The Righteous
always accept it.
My will for
survival; melting
with the snow;
settling within the sunlight.
Anonymous
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Duncan
Duncan Alexander
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Duncan Alexander
Dangerous Mind
1
Joined 4th May 2010Forum Posts: 2144
I think I was in grade four or five for the first one I remember.
I remember thinking I can't write before I even began.
It was some thing about a frog... on a log.
My first on here I wrote in high school, I think grade nine, maybe ten.
'Life's Perilous Game' - [Dramatic ;)]
"What’s the point in a purpose of life,
When all of life’s ventures seem to end in life’s strife..."
I don't know if it defined much of my later poetry, maybe a little but for the most part it was the definition(a crude one) of my life's search for purpose.
I remember thinking I can't write before I even began.
It was some thing about a frog... on a log.
My first on here I wrote in high school, I think grade nine, maybe ten.
'Life's Perilous Game' - [Dramatic ;)]
"What’s the point in a purpose of life,
When all of life’s ventures seem to end in life’s strife..."
I don't know if it defined much of my later poetry, maybe a little but for the most part it was the definition(a crude one) of my life's search for purpose.
mysteriouslady
Forum Posts: 2400
Tyrant of Words
15
Joined 11th Aug 2012Forum Posts: 2400
My first one was about love and lust. I still feel that way today actually and said person whom poem was about is sitting in the next room, 17 years later...I guess they are a fan. :)
sektioN8ty
King Sammy
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King Sammy
Thought Provoker
9
Joined 2nd July 2014Forum Posts: 203
All I know my first poem was years ago, I can't recall the words neither can I locate the piece of paper I exercised my nib on.
Anyways, what I can remember is I wrote it on an over leave of Love....
Anyways, what I can remember is I wrote it on an over leave of Love....