I couldn't put my first poem in the same post as my other comments.
All right. The first poem I *remember* writing was written during class my freshman year of high school. I'm sure I wrote a few before then, for school assignments, but I don't remember them.

It's going to surprise you. You'll know why when you read it. Especially if you have any sense of my personality at all.
My mother utterly hated it, and worried about me.
I just thought it was funny.

OK, this is from memory... I don't know where the original went. My first poem:

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Midnight, Central Park, 1962
by Linda P. Adams

The night was black
The moon was full
I put a crack
Into his skull

It made a thud
That old wrench did
Flat in the mud
Did fall his head

I dropped the wrench
And went my way
Sat on a bench
And waited for day.

[urgh--some stanza about hearing a scary noise come up behind him--can't remember it now]

[another stanza about: shock! it's the dead body! ending with:]

The dead man took
His own revenge.

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And there you have it.

Linda