Sun always shines
At sathya sai school which is mine
People over there are very kind
Bad qualities in them are hard to find
Atmosphere,there is the most divine
Help ever hurt never is one of baba's quoted line
His given code of conduct we follow are nine
With the grace of swami everything is fine
That is why I am proud to call this school as mine
Copyright © Amee patel | Year Posted 2015
The mirror is her worst enemy
Yet she looks at it everyday
The magazines girl so skinny
She wishes,starves and runs her weight down
Should she be this way?
Should she hate the mirror?
Why can't the mirror be her best friend?
She was told she's too fat
Loose weight,get taller wear make up
She was once a happy little girl
Until her smile was taken away
She now feels unwanted
And she doesn't know love
Her self esteem has reached her breaking point
And suicide was a choice she made
Copyright © Boipelo Mo | Year Posted 2015
im livin in a world, where all eyes on me.
trying to curve my own route.
but route 66 keeps finding its way to me.
ive been plenty sick, in all the events layed before me.
even when i reflect to my lowest points
i dont regret any of the choices
That I’ve deployed in my era
A lot of it by error, but hey
We live in hell conditions and there ain’t no air condition
Or any guidelines when life throws you in the sidelines
But when hindsight twenty twenty hits
You’ll begin to understand life’s a bunch of equations and you in the mix of it
An you’ll have to think twice, before running into a situation and becoming the best of it
it’s what got me here, it’s what got us here
Ran with my thoughts blazing up to her place and
Guess what happened next
She opened up heaven’s gate
And just before late I slipped out
I’m a Grown ass man
Doin his thing, waitin to blow up like an old land mine
In doin what he drools over
But time after time
Something decides to creep up and cover the light
Lost my way
Then I revoked to ever know, I ever thought that way
But in the in between time, that in the mean time
Spent a lot of time
Gettin pissed off just to medicate and lift off
Don’t need Don Perion to sip off
Already had my way with the bottle
Even thought to get back with the trouble and rejoin the hustle
That’s just what happens to a man who really knows his old ways
Whos tired of making ends meet and ponders getting back to the streets.
Memory sets in and he remembers an O.G. saying
No matter how tall your pockets stand when you ball
Eventually times gonna make you fall
And I as I pull myself together
I don’t wanna end up like the twin towers rubble
I mean no offence to nine eleven but at that time I probably could have used a reverend
But all that’s irrelevant now
because i live with a different perspective now
there you go you made it to the end :-) comment if you like, constructive criticism wanted as well.
Copyright © pat roswell | Year Posted 2013
Just a day
“Good Night Mom and Dad” I said before I went to bed. “We love you” they said as they closed the door
Mom comes in and wakes me up “Time to go to school” as my feet hit the floor
I got dressed and ate breakfast and got my book bag and now we are on the go
We sit in the car listening to music “It’s Friday I think I’m a little excited tho
“Alright baby we here” as mom open the door to let me get out
She closed the door and kissed me on the head told me she loved me before she pulled off
Another day of school and it close to Christmas
I can’t wait to see Ashley and Alexus, today is show and tell as I said in a whisper
We had learning center day and Boy! Was it fun!
Today was a free day and on Friday there isn’t much to learn
The room was quite when the was a knock at the door, the door opened
A man with a big gun was standing there; my classmates panicked and started to run
I heard a lot of noises and a lot of screams
I felt a sharp pain in my back as I dropped to my knees
In the distant I heard more screams and then everything went silent
Then I closed my eyes it went dark and on the cold floor I was dying
The other side
It’s Thursday night and off to bed we go
I kiss my 5 year old son Jaden and told him I loved him so
Alarm clock goes off and it’s around 6:15 in the morning
I shower got dress and woke up Jaden my little darling
Its Friday, I fixed him breakfast and we headed out for the this last day until the weekend
I enjoyed our little drives to school as we sat in the car singing
I opened the door to let him out once more
Kissed him on the head and told him I loved him ill pick him up around four
I’m at work drinking coffee just talked to my husband on the phone
Got at my desk started to work and the my office phone rung
It’s about 9:30 and it was Jaden’s school
I got the news he was dead and I started to puke
I’m crying uncontrollably don’t know my next move
My son is dead, I can’t believe this news
I hurried to the school in the best of my ability
I saw the school surrounded by medics, reporters, and police
I ran to a officer and demanded to see my son
He said “I’m sorry ma’am” I can’t do this at this time
At 9:32 my one and only son Jaden was pronounced dead
The shooter was 20 and took my son’s life in his own hands
The questions continue to flow through my head as I search for answers
I don’t need answers I need my son and his laughter
I am now sitting on his bed trying to swallow tears
My husband holds me close as reality nears
My little boy is gone among the other 19 kids
Heaven has 20 new angels now I hope he knew how much I love him as much as I did
(To the innocent lives that were lost in the Sandy Hook Elementary shooting)
Copyright © Stefanie Jones | Year Posted 2012
My hands were busy through the day I didn't have much time to play the little games you asked me to, I didn't have much time for you. I'd wash your clothes and your hair, then I'd sew and cook with a care, but when you'd bring your picture book to share the fun look in your eyes as I dare say a little later son. I'd tuck you into your warm bed all safe and sound. I would read you a bed time story and then gently stroke my hand across your head slowly, I'd sit there beside you listening to your heart beating while you sleep then I'd turn out your light and whisper in your ear I love you good night my son. For life is short and the years rush past us, and my little boy grows up so fast. So all the picture books are put away and there are no longer games to play, and no more good night kisses. My hands once busy, but now are still, the days are long and hard to fill without you it's lonely in heart but another day will pass that I wish the little things you asked me to I should of done, I'm sorry I love you my son.
Copyright © Julie Mckoon | Year Posted 2016
Roses are red
Violets are blue
Idiots like you,
belong in a school'
Don't get upset,
I went there too,
I passed all my classes,
cuz I was smarter than you,
But hey don't you worry'
You wont be one for long'
Just pass all your classes,
Go on what you waiting for,
No I don't think so
go right now.
Copyright © Mariam Traore | Year Posted 2014
The first time my mother watched Titanic, she cried. Though, who could blame her when Jack would condemn himself to hypothermia and my father couldn't even call her once a month.
The first time I watched 16 candles, I knew I had to find my Jake Ryan. Who could blame me? When Jake took the girl who stands in the corner at school dances, the girl who keeps her head down to make sure no ones listening, the girl who's screaming at her teacher I know the answer! but says nothing, and lifts her from the depths of her unpopularity and brings her to bliss. But, no one told me what you would actually be like.
No one told me that you, you would be like stars in the ocean, and that my life would be so constantly surrounded by blackness and you would be like the light at the end of the tunnel. No one told me that loving you would be like jumping off a cliff, where it feels good to fall and then hurts so bad to land.
No one told me that I was a joke, and you sit there on your throne of lies and popularity and I was the jester at the bottom of your feet.
And while Molly Ringwald gets a cake and her Jake Ryan, I have a broken heart and a minor addiction.
Copyright © Graciela Gil | Year Posted 2016
High school is like a game of life
You make it half way through the game
Then someone comes and makes you start over
We made promises the year before
We said we would never leave each other
We said we would always be friends
They all lied to me now i am alone
The boy I used to like
Now does not know I exist
The innocent ones turned into rebels
All of the girls are worried
They worry about their weight
They worry about how much makeup they put on
The school days seem like they become longer
The homework just piles on
I can never keep up with anything
High school is just a confusing messed up game
We just have to play until we win
Copyright © Abby Bousley | Year Posted 2017
I asked myself
Why can’t I be like her?
Calved in a very luxurious life
Loaded with an abundant wealth
She might never felt this
About all of these worries that I hold
That I also had a dream
A dream that I believed
A concreted one
Such concreted till I could probably just have reached out my hands and achieved it easily
I hold onto that dream for years
Went into a good institution
Forced myself to do everything perfectly
I put my own laziness just to make it happen
Was struggling and hard working
Motivated myself each time I bushed
But when it’s time for me to continued it
That I didn’t have enough money to spend
To helped me achieved my biggest dream
I cried and prayed
I confessed to whom I always believed as my creator
I asked Him but I was too afraid to do so
Because I already asked Him that much
I told Him about my worries
But I still didn’t get the answer
Father, just let me know
That I could still be success one day
Though the path wouldn't be as smooth as I expected
Papa, I am sorry
That I can’t keep my promise
I promise to make you proud
I promise to reach that scholar and study abroad for you
I am sorry, I couldn’t even make you happier during your life
Papa, I am sorry
Copyright © Tasya Talentia Saphira | Year Posted 2016
"American Grafitti" took me back again to High School in the 1960's
"Back to the Future's" nifty hot rod took me back in time and almost left me!
"City Slickers" took me way out west, to rustle cows and ride a horse
"Da Vinci's" code, did not bode well, the Vatican did not endorse!
"E. T. " turned out to be my friend, we peddled bikes far past the moon
"Forrest Gump" shared my lunch, and shared his chocolate just past noon
"Groundhog Day" is darn confusing, is it Monday or is it Tuesday?
"Hannibal" is one cruel dude,..........he sharpens teeth so he can chew me!!
"I Now Pronounce You Chuck and Larry" invited me to toast their wedding
"Jaws" invited me to take a swim! Those who did, were soon regretting!
"King Kong", was one poor ape who climbed too high for past mistakes,
"Lincoln" had too much at stake, but ended war between the states
"Mummy 1" and "Mummy 2" made me cry for Mommy,...PLEASE!
"No Country for Old Men"...but young dudes look, and want to leave!
"O' Brother Where Are Thou?" escaped their chains to play like Ringo
"Psycho's" bathtubs scare me silly, my next motel will be Flamingo's
"Quarantine" because I'm sick? If I stay in bed, they call me lazy
"Rosemary's Baby"...yikes that kid? Babysit....?? Are you crazy?
"Superman" claimed that he could help me, but flew away with no advice
"Titanic" hit a piece of ice, (that Superman was not so nice!)
"Unforgiven" (now is Superman)...Clint Eastwood is the slicker guy
"Valkyrie"'s plot has thickened...Let's all poke Hitler in the eye!
"When Harry Met Sally" I was jealous....her cafe' scene has made me blush
Xanadu had me roller skating.......racing faster, while I'm dating
"Young Sherlock Holmes" was just a kid, I kid you not, he met his Watson
"Zoolander" 's slacks were Cuban made.. I borrowed some and they were awesome!
(and I'm exhausted!)
For Cyndi's exhausting ABC contest!! Whew!
Copyright © Carrie Richards | Year Posted 2013
Abbi ,the name of an angle
beautiful blond hair
oh that face, a beautiful face
one of an angle, my angle
blue worm welcoming eyes
that is her eyes ,that is her name
is as beautiful as her hair
She is mine
I am hers
Copyright © Matthew Thompson | Year Posted 2015
A subject like it,
can make everyone's brain fit.
Its difficult though,
if eager to learn,
would perform in a good flow.
Addition, Subtraction, Algebra,
How to perform it?
A simple but a long formula.
My sum is wrong when I don't wanna study,
and when unable to solve,
my face becomes red like a cherry.
Numbers go round and round in my brain,
I am in 6th standard, in 12th would I faint?
The subject is not like English or Science,
In exams, the questions are tough,
but for Newton or Archimedes it's just fine.
But don't worry, it's just for fun,
Have full focus and be bright like the Sun!!!!!
Copyright © Deepannita Mukherjee | Year Posted 2016
We gave birth to Einstein
E=mc2 was a formula we sat
Down at the spinal cord of a milky
Way to cteae.We were breathing
Star dust and had cosmic fireworks
As our blood.
Gravity taught us to sink our feet into
The dense sands of earth and watched
The moon orbiting around us.At once we
Held it with our bare hands and taught it
How to wait for the sun in total eclipse.
We we the antiant Egyptians.
We gave the sky names as we watched
Orion the hunter chasing planets and
The southern cross giving him direction.
We were the myans.We calculated the
Earth spin on it's exis and foretold the
Future that is now.We were the builders
Of Noah's ark and taught the word
Everything it knees.
We dropped the apple that Eve ate at
The garden of eden and the one that
Fell on Issac Newton's face.We are the
Ones ancient philosophers spoke off.
Our arrival has been awaited.
WE ARE THE 10A's
Copyright © Selina Manaka | Year Posted 2017
The river that runs dry,
was a lonely dark, dark river, so dark the sadness from the river dried up the river was so silent you couldnt hear just silence anymore you could hear the whispers of cry's of helpless children, and parents crying out, in so much pain even that is unforgivable, being betrayed by your loved ones. One dark, dark, night went by, the river that ran dry, its a river that holds no more tears, the tears running down into the river by tears from people's faces. There's no more broken promises, no more stab's in the back, no more tears are flowing with sorrow and pain. The river runs dry because, the river is silent, the river is dried up with no rough rocks and no rough paths to go through, no waterfalls running with tears because they've all been lifted up unto a peaceful place, because a brighter light of a loving home has arrived for them all with flowers that bloom in the meadows of green pastures.
Copyright © Julie Mckoon | Year Posted 2016
We call them bricks.
Cold, hard and clueless.
Stacked together, creating a thick wall of ignorance.
Unwilling to learn, resistant to change,
Eyes dull and confused,
with faces as dry as the day before.
Dragging themselves to their designated seats,
not expecting much from their day.
No energy, no enthusiasm,
no imagination or curiosity.
Just there to fill a space.
We shake our heads at the occasional shout of a wrong answer,
a spit ball, or a fight.
Helpless and hopeless
we go on, speaking to no one in particular.
No amount of planning can spark their interest.
No measure of strategy can help them to understand.
A last glimmer of hope concocts ideas of action.
Hoping to make a difference;
to convert their mentality from complacency to achievement.
Our attempts are rejected.
With deliberate defiance we are met with objection.
The lack of support produces disappointment and regret.
A new found disdain hovers over us.
Optimism is a fleeting thought.
Helpless and hopeless we go on,
Speaking to no one in particular.
Copyright © Sonia Trimmingham | Year Posted 2016
Loss of ambition
Looks like I’m on a mission
Or some sort of a competition
Is it the end?
Should I be where I stand?
I cannot understand
I’ll just smile and pretend…
Looks like I’m lost
Not completely but almost
Disoriented, adrift and scared most
No way to hide or to escape from that ghost
Hunting me day and night
Making sure I don’t feel alright
Copyright © dreamersis poems | Year Posted 2014
You will have many decisions to make
Some difficult, some easy as cake
And every path you take
Will be a scar or memory to embrace.
"Be not afraid" they said
And everything you do always try your best.
But it’s harder than choosing between B and C
For life is no multiple choice test.
But every day you will grow,
And right from wrong you will know.
Be cheerful and enjoy life
For some choices only happen once.
Your future is your choice
Embrace it with all your heart’s rejoice.
Copyright © Jaziel Alvarez | Year Posted 2017
I woke up and couldn't sleep because I have so much on my mind with a lot of things, waking up after midnight is hard because I have you on my mind, so now I feel like I've been betrayed because you dont understand me like I thought you would, it hurts to say good bye when I know you'll never understand the truth. So I've moved on with my life, and I try to stand tall, but I still fall, so for now I'm hanging my head cause I know that I'm right and what you think isn't true, I'm sitting here in my room awake just think that you'll never understand the truth, of what really happened and why I had to do what I had to, so I could keep my self safe. It's hard to hear you say, to me that you don't believe me, when I'm telling you the truth with all of my heart, so I'm trying to hold back tears so I don't cry and get all up set over this pain I'm feeling again, because I know what I say is true so you might see things through what is written in black in white but I know what I say is true, so believe what you want because I know the truth. Goodbye again so long for old time sake, i hope your happy and safe, I will pray for you and hope some day you'll understand, and believe me.
Copyright © Julie Mckoon | Year Posted 2016
can i say something about love
my human rights to say about love
searched out dictionaries for definition of love
but didn't find any particular definition of love
as i go,go further at internet for love
this time finds,finds complexity of love
friends,don't find general rule for love
law can be obeyed,how can be love
general rule should be obeyd for love
please replacesthe word law with love
as i find in different cultures to love
find kindness,scarifice,and generosity to love
amiee style of love different in love
get any reward in love,not fair for love
Copyright © aamir iqbal | Year Posted 2012
Well one full week of school gone bye. Kids are asking when Christmas vacation
starts. Not enough work to keep awake in class. So 1st - 4th period is sleep time.
But wheres the teachers. In the teacher's room drinking and being all sorts of
fun.Weekend here more homework. Can't watch tv can't play video games can't
go to girlfriends house.(Boy) I thought school was from Monday to Friday not
the whole weekend too.!!Weekend is over back to school tomorrow. Homework
not done. Dog ate part of it the birds ate the rest. Teacher will be pissed but not
going to school tomorrow. Have Dr appointment so who cares.Week two of
school more homework that will never end. Teacher takes a cell phone because
you're bored in a class that you don't need. Football team stinks so bad that
even the mascot had to cry why me. So what will next week bring the same old
stuff. Oh welcome back to school kids have fun!
Copyright © Harold Hunt sr | Year Posted 2014
some schools have excellent behavior some don't
some people find school as prison some don't
some people suffer of what they get as marks but some stay happy
if you play something, a kind of sport doesn't mean you know about it
if someone would humiliate you because you are smart don't even bother listening
if someone bullies you around don't snitch just ignore
if you have the courage to do something then do it
if you will suffocate from your life remember the happy things you did
the people who took care of you will finally take notice of the things -you do. imagine the life you would have with no school which will mean no friends.
you won't just come back home and tell your parents what you learned but you will ask -about it and learn such more learn of what you see and, see but just -don't say.
Copyright © aya darwish | Year Posted 2012
"Just one alphabet,
an imprint on the brain,
and you'll never forget
or be puzzled again.
If you use your head,
you can save your feet;
the mind must be fed
and a book is a treat.
Reading and writing
are private activities,
but mingling's the thing
in your towns and your cities.
The retail and wholesale
of popular cultures:
peacock and nightingale
enjoyed by vultures.
One day in the evening,
you'll want to impart
the frustrated meaning
that's hurting your heart.
the product of fear,
but all happy endings
are perfectly clear.
And something is learned
when professors are fooled
and the children are turned
into the over-schooled -
Don't study too long,
after you're literate,
go totally wrong
and still be an idiot."
Copyright © Nancy Ames | Year Posted 2008
Oh God help students
Student come to you in peace. With hearts free for you. There soul belong to you. You are Genesis through revolution to Revelations. Mercy is asked on our behalf. Middle generation is all over Television."My Children my Africa: rest in peace Mr M". Oh God help Student.
Your words: no judgement: human in blue ''khacky" danker than that of sky,mount Kilimanjaro, look at him so high, all he want to hear is a voices responding from pain of his short Oh Lord have mercy on your people.
Purples are now toys that is used to gain political recognition. They voices are mute by the use of food. God bless students, all they want is survival. Boys and girls of North where your wise disciple originate they are mistreated. Good is words of your month. let us down not Oh God help.
The Nazi want to dictate days of depression with exams yet we pay to get a paper. In the name of success we gain painful memory. Better future for all, better life for human next generation is in present hands as your disciples, Lord physically humans are treated like slave. Teachers and Social Workers do not understand the value of crystal crown and Slavery is life they live yet encourage to take their kids to university where they have to pay again while they do not gain Oh God help your people are falling Apart. Achebe is a witness "things fall apart". Oh Lord God help student...
Copyright © lonely mabale | Year Posted 2015
Time it passes without any warning
I remember when I had a lot of hair
In a flash the hair is all gone
It isn’t much any more
It’s all grey now
Time hmm it flies just like that
People leave lives that is not there’s
There is a voice behind
Other times is a voice and a hand behind
Sadly it doesn’t belong to them
They never have the guts to live out their lives
Time oh time you cannot pause it neither can you live two lives
Again you are all grey before you know it
I used to wonder what people will say
What they will think
I also used to think who likes me and who doesn’t
But forty years has passed and I look around and discover nobody gives a shit
Your destiny is like a personal horse
Ride it to destination
Conquer fear and you will discover hidden strengths and talents
What else can I say?
Falling in love is personal but don’t give your heart to a fool
I also threw away time falling in love stupidly
But I gained wisdom and I value self more
The door of my life now has heart breaking detectors
It can even detect fake manipulative people who have no business around me
I just graduated from school of wisdom
A school of patience
They say time heals all wounds
But leaves behind fresh scars as fresh as the original wound
Live your life; make your own personal choices
Even Gods leading expects you the recipient of the blessing to take action
Leading of God is action not inertia
No invention can pause time at least for now it’s an impossibility
Waste no more time
Pursue your dreams, live out your dreams
Open the window of courage and throw away fear
Open the door of hope and send hopelessness packing
Your dreams will not come to you go and grab it
Conquer your inhibitions set yourself free
Free from life controllers and manipulators
From people that use people
It’s a fallacy to think everybody loves you
Life is a mixture of haters and lovers
Builders and destroyers
Light and darkness
Choose your side of the divide
Decide decide decide
Time is passing
Indecision is same as time wasted
There is nothing as sweet as living out your dream life
What are you doing where you are not celebrated?
What are you doing with people who don’t like you?
It’s never too late to start all over
Never too late to start living your life
But don’t wait till the end
To be alive is a great thing
But to live your life is greater
Much better when you don’t follow the crowd
For only the outstanding stand out
Copyright © felix gbemudu | Year Posted 2012
Yes it hurt a little an it hurt a lot
Standing their on the cold wet street
Along waiting for my mom to come and rescue me.
I was searching for my own way
Never knowing who I might would find
Just trying to be a ghost invisible
But their you were you seen me
I wasn't a ghost after all
By the lockers you would wait for me
You were the bully and I hit the walls
In the mornings from 8 to 3 you get to be who you wanna be
Unless you don't fit in or your different like me
Theirs a small town in Alabama one red light to small and hard to breathe
Looking around in my own hell unfortunately Arley was home for me
Copyright © Michael Alexander | Year Posted 2016
I am in this school which is
really cool however its so
play n study teachers are like
gods who teaches you ohh
build up our future no need
of any tutor luvs you a lot
wanna c you at the top school
provides ol the facilities
remove ol ur
Copyright © Aditi Sharma | Year Posted 2013
What I will miss the most,
Is seeing my friends everyday.
Not being in the same class,
Not being able to even say, "Hey."
I won't miss seeing some of the jerks.
The people will not be named,
I won't miss all of the homework though,
I think that it's pretty lame.
I don't mean to offend anybody,
But seriously, I AM DONE!
7th grade, I'm on my way,
So watch out here I come!!
Copyright © Amy Merrell | Year Posted 2013
The stick stung like scorpion
On his flesh
His face squeezes in smile
Of great pain
He scratches voilently
Trying to find some soothes
He is late to school
And he does 100 metres
All the way
All this he does only
To recieves lashes on his
The teacher has turned to
Be the punisher
As she stood with a face
That is covered with cloud
Of anger,that scares all
Copyright © Dumejes Momalife | Year Posted 2013
Like a whiff of pungent smoke
The inner song dies
in chorus of sharp tongues.
Anger beats the wall
causes no beginning,
A naked shadow burns.
The voice on the edge of truth
jumps in the dust of lies
like a firebird
bathes in immortal grief.
For deliverance from the depravity,
one who calls you a name.
How I longed to invoke
a time outside the space!
Copyright © Satish Verma | Year Posted 2008
school can be boring or fun.most kids don't like school.but some kids
do.you may get frustrayted or even sad and get mad.one day you will get
it.so never give up and always go to school. Me i love to go to school! Everybody should
have fun and enjoy school because there's lots to learn about and have a great education!!
Copyright © doris lee | Year Posted 2008