Short Juvenilia Poems

Durin' the time I was passing my urine
My faeces were falling to pieces

Submitted to Juvenilia Contest

13th March 2015...

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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...

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Blue is so pretty 
Blue is so deep
Blue is the color
I see when I sleep
Blue can be light
Blue can be dark
I like the sky blue 
I see at the park

(entered into the juvenilia competition) 8th Place
(Rhyming poem school assignment - Age 11)...

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Mantis girl, all legs and arms,
a mess of open wounds. Too
many mouths open, too many
blank eyes. Femina juvenilia.
A pink heap in front of a secret
room, filled with stuffies and
unread words. No story, just
strings, your body opened like
a bruised pet. You are a shell,
painted but not understood.
You have failed to be immortal....

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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...

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In a nursery rhyme there is a fiddling cat
who played while a cow jumped over the moon
Try, if you can, to imagine the sight of that.
And how can a dish run away with a spoon?

I tried to put pajamas on Snowy, my kitty.
Her claws dug into my skin like they were roots.
My pj cat ran away. What a pity.
I should trade her in for Puss In Boots




May 21, 2017
Juvenilia Contest
Written at age 10....

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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...

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We stood upon the ripe
Dunes
Looking down upon the shorn
Tops
Of holly trees wading in the
Sunken
Hiatus, splayed between 
Ocean
And Great South 
Bay.
The lawntrees were 
Rippling
In the fervid air. Then
Catlike 
We plunged into the cool 
Emerald 
Arbored depths: Everything is
Green
Like her sunglasses there.

This little poem is another rare piece of juvenilia preserved from my college years at UF (1977-80). ...

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