Pupil Poems - Poems about Pupil

...The Flower Seller Amelia wares un- cuticled painted nails, She hop scotches a pirate on one leg, Tip-toeing long sun cast morning shadows, beneath billowing hand stitched, salty sails; ......Read the rest...

...(In a Lush Garden Somewhere Out There) The student stands where shifting sands of thought, Once firm with reason, now elusive truths are sought. Its splendor wanes, a threadbare, fading s......Read the rest...

...~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Everything is shrouded in promise, hope, and fantastic intangible places where I float softly outlined by delicate, obscured light. I reach a hand through ......Read the rest...

... The wounded sigh of a father, Tells his concern for his child Whose actions seem stupid and wild. The wounded sigh of a teacher, Reflects his worry for his pupil His progress, if he ca......Read the rest...

...A teacher's spirit flows with unique beats, A rhythm that flows with passion and repeats, For every pupil who walks down the corridor, A world of inspiration they hope to explore. They greet ea......Read the rest...

... See the full moon's bright eye, you may use her as guide. capture her sclera, pupil, and iris in colors you see fitting on a clear evening. Cut out her yellow yolk of an egg reveal just albume......Read the rest...

...As strangleweeds ghost life manifestly, caused by an Atropa belladonna exposé mind-bending, marijuana bears parallel outcomes, yet, it's deathly, Greek myth Atropos cuts the thread of life bella......Read the rest...

...After witnessing a murder meant for me after surviving a car bomb igniting my skull crushed my face bruising my brain i received threatening calls from my husbands mistress I'd reported break ins str......Read the rest...

...It's the insight into the sight The hear me into the listen When seeing me fluctuates Should I be invisible? I detect noise nothing else I'll forever be a blur But I 'still' this moment Becaus......Read the rest...

...We are so little, Told me the bird, If no one thinks of us, Even the shy rose. We are so little, Told me the elephant, If no one thinks of us, Even the mighty baobab. We are so little, T......Read the rest...

...Before you I stand, just as I am, Your gaze bore steeply within my soul. From within your sight, my consciousness stems, Beneath the brokenness of a gaping hole. Our eyes are windows, so in you......Read the rest...

...It’s never too late to cut a slice of cake and walk through that deceptive gate and leave everything behind and take a journey with the divine. It is never too late to part with friends, family, part......Read the rest...

... I have a blinded man from birth as a brother Spent time with him first ten years. We sat in the kitchen floor playing bongos And congas on mom’s pots and pans Every time my parents woul......Read the rest...

... The night submitted to me as it celebrated my weakness, selflessly we shared sorrow, poisonous tears flowed from the pupil of my eye, I curse my reflection in the glass of the balcony door, my ......Read the rest...

...With every gust of wind, secret taboo, secreting a web a cocooned prison of liquid knowing, flowing, emulsifying impossibly old and new. In the beyond of the known, stair-stepped, desert bone ......Read the rest...