I was just going few some old documents recently and I found some of my earliest poems. Here they are.
The earliest poem I found from a Remembrance Day Submission in Grade 6, currently untitled.
Peace is beauty
Peace is love
Peace is a garden
With lots of doves.
Peace is pretty
Peace is hard
Peace can be
Very easy too.
Peace I know
Is all of this
I know now that
I LOVE PEACE
A poem I wrote in Grade 7 or 8 independently:
Time Of Our Lives
Who knows what we’re missing?!
Coming out, waking up without any purpose.
We need something new. Maybe a girlfriend or two.
There goes the doorbell.
We get up and answer it.
It’s something new and fun now.
Here we are now.
Partying and playing.
Everybody having fun.
Asking out and enjoying.
This is what we’re missing
Lots of girls, party time.
Here we are now
Partying and playing
Everybody having fun
Asking out and enjoying
The Time of Our Lives
The Time Of Our Lives.
And this was a series of poems I wrote in Grade 9 for a poetry anthology assignment in English class.
Oola
Moves like a zooble
In a sinuous motion.
Waving like a wind stalk
In a greebed wind.
Hop-stepping like a bunny
In a shakirin shake.
Dancing, always dancing
Like the Lady, or the Dame.
Never stopping, the Dance of Life,
Of Motion,
The Haluka
Weak
I am very weak
I am definitely not at my peak.
I have gone to the doctors;
And she went bonkers—
It seems I’m not in the right physique.
Untitled
Red, blue, yellow green,
Violet, orange, and all….
Make the rainbow.
Nature
Dark, light.
Flying, chattering, tramping.
Beautiful, free, emotional, majestic
Life
Love
A blue waterfall,
A blinding intensity
A violent red haze,
The calm before the storm,
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