From the Vault – Childhood Poetry

Hi everyone,

A little while ago I was looking to see if I could find some of my old poetry, and I remembered a website that I used when I was 11 and 12 years old. It’s called Allpoetry, and it’s a place where people write and post their work, enter competitions, win points, etc. It’s kind of like Facebook but for poets. I was a bit of an odd kid, I know. I miraculously remembered my username (it’s too embarrassing to share), and reset my password. Now I have access to 22 poems that I wrote in the 7th grade. I spent way too long reading over them, getting nostalgic, and messaging the people who always commented to thank them for encouraging me, and to tell them what I’m up to now. Most of all though, I got a good laugh; my old poems are absolutely, awfully hilarious. It’s interesting to see how I grew in the year between age 11 and 12, and how my writing style matured. I thought I’d share a few of them with you so we can laugh about them together.

11 years old:


The sun beams down and lifts my soul,
covering up the big black hole.
It brings warmth and laughter to you and me
and makes us feel so light and free.

Love is sometimes good and bad,
when you love someone other than your Mum and Dad.
Love is something that occupies your heart,
And when it ends, it’s just the start.

Sometimes love takes away your sight,
and all you can see is a beautiful light.
Coming straight from the sky,
Making you feel like you can fly.

Flying free like a bee that goes buzz,
but you have limited time like everyone does.
So insure your life with happiness and laughter,
and live very happily ever after.

Oh wow, how insightful (face palm)! It gets worse…

Here It Goes Again!

“Meow” Crash! Bang! “Oops!”
“Oh not again Puss In Boots!”
Squirming on the floor were my beloved pet eels,
The fish tank however was head over heels!

My cat has tried to eat them up,
considering the fish tank his personal cup.
He drinks from it looking nice and sweet,
but really he’s slurping a forbidden treat.

Even though he’s so naughty and bad,
when I’m angry with him, he looks sad.
I pick him up and cuddle him,
I see the knots, he needs a trim.

“Meow!” Scratch! “Oh the pain!”
It’s happening all over again.

Pet eels… really?

Here’s one I wrote the following year, when I was 12:


My life is like a flower mosaic.
Every day, representing every new
brightly colored tile.

Every day tells a different story.
Every tile shows a different picture.

My life story, told by art.
My secrets hidden underneath the tiles.

Surrounded by my family,
gazing at me with very proud eyes.

Every emotion, a different petal.
of the flower mosaic.

But the flower mosaic,
the work of art, is not finished yet,
as a tile is added every day of my life.
Causing it to grow and


I hope you had a good laugh reading my 11 and 12 year old poetry. I’m so glad that I have these to look back on, and to remind me where I came from. I wonder where the next 8 years will take me.

Thanks for reading,

Yours truly,

Tamara Drazic



10 thoughts on “From the Vault – Childhood Poetry

  1. Reading my old poetry (or any writing, for that matter) is always a mortifying and inspiring experience. I love seeing how it’s always been a need in me to write, and it’s incredible to have record of my inner workings as a kid. It’s also inspiring to see how far you have come, and how much you grow each year in your writing.
    I love this post because it makes me feel way better about my old writing. I’m not the only one who has embarrassing poetry in her old notebooks! Yay! Let the shame of old writing fall away :).

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    1. I’m glad you liked it! I totally agree; old writing shouldn’t be shameful at all. It just shows how much you’ve grown. No one can write perfectly before going through the “bad stage” haha. Thanks so much for commenting 🙂


  2. Hahaha I absolutely love ‘Here It Goes Again!’ So, so funny. And you’re right–the maturing between age eleven and twelve is crazy! You went from happy, carefree child to introspective, deep artist haha.

    That was a great post. I can confidently say you wrote wayyyyyyyyyy better poetry than I could have back then, which I can’t remember if i did or not. I wrote stories in which every character died for no reason every single time, though . . . .

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    1. I’m glad you enjoyed reading this post! I definitely had fun rereading some of the brain-children of my child-brain, if that makes sense 😛 Thank you so much! Hahah, kids’ short stories are always the greatest. I’ll have to see if I can dig up some of mine…

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