These are my early poems, or juvenilia.
Analogy
by Michael R. Burch, circa age 19
Our embrace is like a forest
lying blanketed in snow;
you, the lily, are enchanted
by each shiver trembling through;
I, the snowfall, cling in earnest
as I press so close to you.
You dream that you now are sheltered;
I dream that I may break through.
Published by Borderless Journal (Singapore)
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Juvenilia
Being Young
The whole world feels so whole
Having Fun
Like your never getting old
Then one day you think
About your familia
Oh!! With no ink
You painted your own JUVENILIA.
By: Shantell Rakuasi
Why do pigeon always poo
On the car you’ve polished new
Why do they wait ‘til you’ve gone indoors
Before they mess up all your floors
Maybe it’s a good thing it’s just pigeon poo
A seagull has too much to do
That’s after they’ve taken the stand
To snatch your food from out your hand
When outdoors you must wear a cap
Birds don’t care where they crap
Sorry my juvenile effort
Completed 16 May 2017
Some children sat down on the floor.
They sat till their bottoms were sore.
“We could each take a chair,”
said one boy sitting there.
“So then what are we waiting for?”
For the Juvenilia Contest of Cecelia Hopkins-Drewer
Note: Around age 10 or 11, I had a teacher who taught us about limericks.
I really loved it and had never written anything creative to my knowledge before that day. I have been searching my house to see if I kept my very first poem in any of my scrapbooks, but I must not have. I have had this little poem in my memory ever since that time, but am not exactly sure how I did my line 2, so I've created a new line two, though I don't think I was talking about "bottoms" in the fifth grade yet!
I’m a late bloomer! So this was an early attempt
at writing poetry, long before I took classes.
I had small kids and this is what I wrote about them.
(Untitled)
Road Runner down the street
with lots of en-er-gy
riding on his hot wheels
jumping in the air
climbing like a monkey
today he’s free of care
~
Sailor girl go to sleep
close your little eyes
no more talking now sweetheart
not one light left in the skies
~
Perky Pink likes lots of dresses
along with kisses and caresses
with another girl she likes to play
and always has quite a lot to say
~ Entered into the Juvenilia competition on 4/26/2017 ~
Roses are red
Violets are blue
I wrote this poem
just for you
Do you want to go out with me
it's okay if you don't want to
this was a truth or dare
but I like you and that's the truth
If you do want to go with me
meet me at my locker
I'll share my pixie sticks with you
Written a long time ago
posted on poetrysoup April 26, 2017
know that they’ll love you for the work you do when you’re
young,
that they will embrace the anger, the passion, the want to change the world---
know that they will circle round you like they do
when there is a fight in the public square,
watching the two beat each other senseless, if even to
death &
then they’ll go about their merry way---
because a life of work means absolutely nothing until you are
dead &
to those that get recognized at all for doing anything anymore
come the glitz & the glam of
momentary success,
but the rotting comes quick &
like a mole trying to get out of a dog’s concave water dish
with feet scampering up the sides,
blinded to the reality of its coming
demise,
the fall is inevitable---
here today & gone tomorrow,
as a leper deteriorating away on an island
far off from the spotlight that started it all.
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