My First Crush

For today’s prompt, take the phrase “The First (blank),” replace the blank with a word or phrase, make the new phrase the title of your poem, and then, write your poem. Possible titles include: “The First Kiss,” “The First Day of the Month,” and/or “The First Time I Rode a Bike” (which, by the way, ended with me in a fence, because we didn’t cover how to brake).

My First Crush

I craved cooties as a young boy
never thought girls were icky
still don’t after two divorces

I clearly remember my first crush
no names since we’re Facebook friends
and she doesn’t know

At least I hope she doesn’t know
I’d have rather go unnoticed than rejected
especially back in elementary school

I knew I wouldn’t have a chance with her
a future cheerleader while my parents
shopped for me in the “husky” section

I concocted elaborate fantasies
in my immature mind with only a vague
notion of love and even less of sex

I just knew I wanted one
like a dog chasing a car

About Bartholomew Barker

Bartholomew Barker is one of the organizers of Living Poetry, a collection of poets and poetry lovers in the Triangle region of North Carolina. Born and raised in Ohio, studied in Chicago, he worked in Connecticut for nearly twenty years before moving to Hillsborough where he makes money as a computer programmer to fund his poetry habit.
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5 Responses to My First Crush

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  2. Dennis Gray says:

    the first starlight escort waltz

    time has rolled around for
    the first starlight escort waltz
    this is done with a lady and a gentleman
    or two ladies skating together
    please, clear the floor
    bellowed over the speaker

    she was skating all alone
    I never saw her here before
    the lights had dimmed
    and the stars were twinkling

    golden hair fell across her shoulders
    velvet dress flung up with her spin
    I was lost in her smile
    who would ask her to the floor

    such a prize sitting this out
    surely someone else had noticed
    there was nothing so graceful
    nothing so pleasant to see

    I guess this was my chance
    Frankie Valli was crooning
    Oh what a night. . .
    and it was as she said “yes” to me

    Dennis Gray 4/6/2021

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  3. Lisa Tomey says:

    Oh yes…those crushes…I should write about mine.

    Liked by 2 people

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