A Collection of My First Poems
Like I’ve already said, I started writing poetry at an early age. I blame it on my discovery of “Falling Up” by Shel Silverstein in first or second grade. I thought that was the most amazing book I had ever read. I thought a short poem about a snowball was life changing and I think I can still recite it from memory. I wanted to write poems for kids and have my own book. Shel Silverstein sparked that love of poetry in me and I’ve written poems all my life because of it. I wouldn’t say that the poems I wrote as a kid were incredibly unique or ground-breaking. I just remember feeling so proud of myself after finishing a poem. I discovered how to rhyme and used that to write about whatever topic I could think of. Happiness, love, loneliness. The basics, of course! So, here are some of my first poems written between the ages of 7 and 11:
Love
Loving your mom, your dad too.
Loving somebody is what we all like to do.
Even if you see them, or if you don’t.
Or if [they’re] near, or even far.
We will always love somebody
wherever they are.
Reach
Reach for the stars
like steam in the air.
Reach and reach
if you really care.
Reaching is great,
so don’t be scared.
Reaching is good
if you dare.
Alone
Long story…
short.
Too old for this.
Too young for that.
An ant
in a world of spiders.
A lamb
running with lions.
Can’t do this.
Can’t do that.
TOO BIG.
TOO SMALL.
What am I?
Alone.
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I sipped the cup
and made a weird face.
The drink in my cup
had no good taste.
I tilted my cup
my drink was chunky.
It was milk so I thought
that was a bit funky.
A lesson learned.
All I’ve got to say
Is make sure you’re checking
expiration dates.
Typing these poems out makes me laugh because these were masterpieces to me as a kid. These poems, although they may not seem like much to other people, were the heart and soul of my little self. I’m picturing myself pouring everything I can think of onto these little sheets of paper of a journal my mom gave me. They collected dust for years and I hope you enjoyed reading what little Julissa would’ve loved to share with you a long time ago.