My First Kiss Poem by Practicing Poetess

My First Kiss

Rating: 5.0


I was all of 9 years old
With the innocence of a rose
Mother had styled my long blonde hair
I felt pretty, I suppose

A braid she made, to crown my head
The rest, she let hang down
I smiled, pleased with her talent
Left the room, without a sound

We went to visit Father's friend
And Smitty was his name
He had a son about my age
Smitty Junior, named the same.

I left the grownups in discourse
And wandered down the hall
A boy alone, in a large room
Was playing paddleball

He stopped when I walked in the room
And he just stared at me
And then, he planted a big kiss
Right on my mouth, surprising me

I'm glad our parents never knew
About our secret kiss
The memory of it makes me smile,
As now, I reminisce.

Sunday, January 27, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: kiss
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
This is a true story, with the exception that Smitty Junior, the boy in the poem, was reading a book (and not playing paddleball, which part was changed for rhyming purposes.)
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Thomas Plotz 06 May 2019

So, an older boy then? ?

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(BLUSH) Actually, Thomas, I think we were both the same age. He was maybe 10, at the most. : -)

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Prabir Gayen 05 February 2019

I'm glad our parents never knew About our secret kiss The memory of it makes me smile, As now, I reminisce.....very beautiful...poem and your way of presentation..thanks

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Practicing Poetess 05 February 2019

Thanks to you, also, Prabir!

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Ray Hansell 28 January 2019

A wonderful poem about memories from your childhood. Well written.

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Practicing Poetess 28 January 2019

Thank you, Ray. Not always easy to put real-life memories into a rhyming poem, but the challenge is both rewarding and worth it!

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Bernard F. Asuncion 27 January 2019

Such a lovely memory of a very first kiss....10+++++++++++

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Practicing Poetess 27 January 2019

Many thanks, Bernard!

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