Do you remember the first poem you wrote?

Automotive Ballerinas

Morning, again nothing new

With the smell of the Morning Brew

With Briefcase in hand and kiss on cheek

This man was ready for yet another work week.

Snowing as he walked to his car

He remembered that fat guy at the bar

But no matter time for work with payment pending

These man thoughts were already for the day to be ending.

With the revving of the car and release of the emergency brake

This man was slowly going to work with his car at stake

Because of the slippery snowy weather conditions

The cars on the street were gliding like ghastly superstitions.

As the man was driving to his gloomy day of job

The cars that had broken down, more like into a sob

While the man jerk his car to avoid the obstacles

The roads to his work look like giant black popsicles.

Finally with the arrival at his occupation

The man was ready to begin at his station

He was soo happy he even started to hum

But did not notice the iced walk and fell right onto his bum.

Yes i do when i was about 11 years old and learnt the trees stuff.It goes like this...

I am a little tree

Born to by free

Please don’t cut me

And harm humanity

I give you life

Spare me and my wife

So that your child

Can have a future mild

hehe...its not that gr8 but it was my first hand with poetry

I was four my mother wrote it down for me.

Easter is a jolly time

when children young and old

get bellyaches from everywhere,

from rome to tokyo.

I guess I was fantasizing about eating my whole easter basket at once.

yes....

it's all about life....

I still remember some.....emmm.....

life..

is so hard

so tough

so complex

it's hard to survive

why

why life

can't someone live without life

that's all what I do remember.....well, It's not so good after all but I made this poem when I feeling depressed when someone I love move to another city and he's my first love.....I hope I can manage to meet him again

Yes, it goes like this...

Junie B. Jones, all skin and bones,

always in trouble, but loves to blow a bubble,

I forgot the rest, but at the end, it goes something like: "you know, junie b. jones, the one with the funny hair"

s it was about a girl i wanted to have sex with.

yes, it's about the examination, though i failed.