Old School Poems - Poems about Old School

In K-5, K-8 or K-12 is drained the curiosity from eager brains Then off to college most folks go where Truth is disseminated from Moscow A nursing...Read the rest...

85 th class reunion... ...Read the rest...

Old School Flirting that actually worked Pardon my french but you swivel my chisel and you look as happy as a clam, I am head over heel’s let’s just say, be still my heart. Your my...Read the rest...

class reunion former athletes on oxygen ...Read the rest...

If I could go back, and knew what I know, I’d change a few things, and shake up the flow. I might go to class, be where I should be, Say and wear what I wish, And only be me. Ignore the ignorant, hold...Read the rest...

1. heath ledger resides in my closet 2. i don't smoke 3. my weight worries me 4. i tell them everything 5. cats are better than dogs 6. cats should rot 7. i'm beautiful 8. france is still the only place for...Read the rest...

Problems many of which are not getting solved not because I'm not resolved but because I delay to savor the day, the moon and the season which is why I'm a non-person under the eye of eternity. Except for...Read the rest...

Under her guidance, we stood at attention Like a row of young soldiers, reciting the anthem "Oh Say, Can You See?".. was a warbled contusion, that could shatter your glasses, disturb other classes out of tune, out of rhythm,...Read the rest...

A walk to school out of the backdoor, through the homemade back gate, through a narrow alley, Cars parked on the curb, guarded by paraffin lamps, no garages, no parking area, Walking down my road, past the...Read the rest...

I was a seventeen year old senior in a coed, catholic high school. Our gym classes however were still all boys and all girls. My senior year we had gym every other day...Read the rest...

I remember those days when just a kid, the old ten shilling note, and the odd quid.* Teddy boys in their drain pipes, fur collars smelling of nicotine, street wise scholars. Conkers,* glass alleys* and comics as well, bow and...Read the rest...

Sitting staring out the window for my sister to return An overwhelming sadness, my stomach in a churn. She a half day at school and I have not yet started I thought the fates were cruel that we...Read the rest...

My name is little Jonathan, I am old 4 years old My daddy never loved me; my mummy’s hugs are cold My sister is always screaming, she sometimes don’t come home When mummy and daddy...Read the rest...

Toy collector: He holds the bear gently in his old wrinkled hands as he gazes into its kind beaded eyes. The toy collector sees love lined in its double stitches and his childhood in the busted...Read the rest...

Looking at the first blush of the morning, I know its the perfect day for a wedding. The big fat white wedding, the dream, To which every little girl clings. I tell myself as I watch the clouds...Read the rest...