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Graduation Couplet Poems | Couplet Poems About Graduation

These Graduation Couplet poems are examples of Couplet poems about Graduation. These are the best examples of Graduation Couplet poems written by international PoetrySoup poets

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What they didn't tell her about Fairy tales

They told me from the time I was two
“One day prince charming is coming for you!”

They made me read these inspiring fairy tales
About mermaids, evil step mothers and 
servants whose childhoods were unfair,

They told me that even if I was troubled and had to put up with a lot,
That someday my adversaries would have to surrender
to me and scrub my pots,

They told me I wasn’t alone; animals would be my friend
So I tried that, then one night they bit me, 
I suffered another tragic end

They said to always be kind-hearted that’s what all man want,
When I got into high school I found out no one wanted to talk to the fat girl in the corner who ate chocolate glazed croissants 

They told me to find seven dwarfs, a crew of little people
My school only had four of them 
Their names were; scuba, geek freak, muffin top and meatball

In eleventh grade they said, "ask God for a fairy godmother to get a dress for the prom"
I went to a Catholic Church, got one for 75 cents, 
with red stripes and one missing arm

They said after graduation the wise thing to do would be to go to college 
and Not rush into getting married
So I got knocked up my senior year by the school janitor,
His name is "Prince Larry!"

I dropped out a month before school ended and you’ll never guess where I reside
I am currently employed doing Disney parties, where I get to dress up as all the great characters who told me those fabulous lies.
Got to Love fairy tales…

By: Sabina Nicole

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Lace and Grace

My baby blanket washed in pure soap flakes,
A sheepskin in ‘that’ photo parents take,
My Christening gown with its matching cap,
The 60’s cradle where I took my naps.

The graduation cap’s silky tassel,
That long, tulle slip that made a rustle,
A corsage of Baby’s Breath bought by mom,
The string of pearls I wore to my prom.

My calf length, cocktail dress with vintage flair,
A rose bouquet I assembled with care,
All those envelopes that I mailed away,
The bagged rice they threw on our wedding day.

The sheets on my father’s hospital bed,
A wispy cloud that passed by overhead,
The softened light all those days when he dozed,
That cool satin that lined his casket… closed.

My sweet little girl’s brand new, toothy grin,
The stuffed polar bear tucked under her chin,
All the stars, the moon that will always shine,
And God’s grace glowing in this heart of mine.

*By Cyndi MacMillan, Written July 12, 2011
**For Nette Onclaud’s “Colours” Contest
***The colour I chose is: White

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They said I was chosen, one in a million Part of an elite few, the men among children Chosen to leave everything behind for education, Engineering students, the pride of the nation! Four years of hard work and determination, Came close to failure, arrears, termination; Dreams shattered, spirits broken, total annihilation; New goals, new beginnings, rose up, rejuvenation. Attended classes, learned stuff, ultimately forgot it Placement time we revised, made up stuff, they bought it Now we are placed and getting ready to face the world We overcame; we conquered; we are Engineers!

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The Great March

The great march is about to come,
An indication of a job well done.
An event that needs a celebration,
This is for real, not a hallucination.

The great march is about to come,
An indication of a job well done.
After the long four years as slave,
And sleeping at days like nights in grave.

The great march is about to come,
An indication of a job well done.
The end of being slave of dream and aspiration,
Thanks to all who became inspirations.

The great march is about to come,
An indication of a job well done.
This march is not about to die,
Yet it is about to cry.

The great march is about to come,
An indication of a job well done.
Soon to chase success in stampede,
Now a fruitful tree from a simple seed.