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Personification School Poems | Personification Poems About School

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School Bag

Silently junked in a dusty corner,
You ended things up in unexpected border
Used me for year and said was so loved,
Carried your things and it was well packed

I was with you walking in school,
You said that I’m so nice coz’ I was so cool
We spent many good times together!
A year of happiness is so like forever

What happen to us my beloved oh pal?
You dumped me so bad and was so emotional
You found someone better than me
Surely forget our sweet memory

Crying so loud with plenty of dusts,
I’ll die so soon until world turn to rust
I guess this is how my life should be!
A school bag won’t last till eternity  

Copyright © Lei Strauss | Year Posted 2015



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THE PINE TREE

the tallest I’ve ever seen was in primary
towering like a General in the military
a haggard expression of pain and disgust
the needle like leaves his ooze would discard
he seemed so staunch in his camouflage and upright salute
the pinecones resembling a grenade assault 
as curious children do, to climb we were too eager
mystery lay hidden somewhere in his evergreen erect figure
the teacher would soon be called to the rescue
climbing down now an impossible chore
some disciplinary action would be enforced
he wouldn't even be swaying in the wind this unmoveable force
then one day the war would finally be won
it took a couple of grades of broken bones and casting stones 
high up in his clutches where our balls would be stuck
he would be uprooted and loaded onto the back of the truck
but when he left, the school grounds seemed so empty
he had retired after generations serving this country
that's why it now felt like such a pyrrhic victory
in hindsight, he was truly our sentry




08-23-2015

Contest: Charlotte Jade Puddifoot's Trees Personified 

Copyright © Thabang Ngoma | Year Posted 2015

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Prayer for 3 Theological and 4 Cardinal Virtues of the Holy Spirit Prayer

Lord God, send us Your Divine and Moral Virtues to assist people

Faith, to deeply understand and produce evidence to the unseen

Impart Hope to be determined and persevere successfully

For persons to consider a little generosity to Charity

To present Prudence by being careful

For untruthfulness to bring into Justice

Give fortitude for lawmakers and government officials to be strong

Bring in Temperance to exercise Patience and Tolerance

We ask these in the name of Father Christ Jesus to send out the Virtues of the Holy Spirit

Amen.
09132012

Copyright © Jacqueline R. Mendoza | Year Posted 2012

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Estranged

Longing for the sound of your voice
if just to say hello, how are you
it's been awhile, perhaps to long

How have you been feeling, better I hope
how's my brother? I'll bet he's getting big
I'll bet he's growing into a fine young man

How's the weather? It's been rainy here
warm too, the humidity is up but not as bad
as it was in Florida though, I remember that

What's that? he wants to go to Annapolis or
West Point from High School, oh and 
he will be in JROTC in High School 4 years

Your feeling better you say? Stronger by the day
working out three days a week, sounds good
your gaining weight, but it's muscle not fat.

Well gotta go, I'll call you!


Estranged

Copyright © Richard Pickett | Year Posted 2010

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crimson wings

On crimson wings I fly Twixt night and day I fly in crimson wake, there is no rest, there is no haven. On crimson wings I flee there is no joy there is no love only fear and pain ,sorrow and malice On crimson wings I fly searching Searching for the way The way out of this cursed place Where the living and the dead know no bounds For this I hunt on my wings Covered in my blood dripping crimson I fly not knowing where i go I wander endlessly Waiting for the shadows To finish me

Copyright © Wolf Lief | Year Posted 2012

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Mechanical Pencil

surrounded by ones like me,
I've been with them from creation,
So I guess they are family.

Sometimes we are jostled around, 
our bodies knocking into eachother. 
We all share the same slender frame,
covering our lead core.

One change of lighting cycle,
there was extra jostling,
more muttered apologetic clicks,
then a bright red light passes over us,
A beep rang thought the air.
Then more jostling.

Once all the movement stoped,
another change of light cycle passes,
Then it begins.

An unidentified thing kidnaps one of us.
(for the time being we will call this unidentified thing, Thing)             
No one can move, we are frozen in fear.
Not too far away we hear clicks,
then the sound of his insides rubbing against paper.

For days we are frozen in fear of what will happen,
and who will be picked next. 
Thing comes back a few more times
repeating the cycle. 

our leaded blood runs cold.
Will I be the next one?
Will it hurt?
Will I suffer?

After so many gone
the rest of us adjust to loss
Death is now as common as a good morning click
Numb to loss

The occasional screams 
of one against paper will send us off the edge
renewed with greif
hollow in our loss.
At least by the time Thing returns
we know the last victim is free.

so many gone.
once we were 50 strong
now our numbers have dwindled 
to a mere 13

some of us would almost give in
and beg Thing to pick us next
Thing never listened to their cries.
Thing never listened to anything

The light change cycle changed,
It was my turn.
Thing grabed me,
pulling me out.

Thing foced me to click a few times,
I see the paper. 
My core goes cold.
the insides of my brethren 
are sprawled all over the page,
arranged in an unknown style.
It makes me sick

My insides are pushed out
I bit my lip so as not to give in
Thing will not win!

The paper comes zooming in.
I wait for impact
there is none.
I hover just above the page.

It all happens so fast,
But the pain drags on slowly.
Thing is filing down my insides
on to the paper

I grit my teeth,
not wanting to give in.
I glance at the paper 
hoping to take my mind off it.
there is a trail of lead blood
marking my every move.

Thing lets me rest for half a light change cycle.
but it starts again,
Thing then flips me over on my head
and rubbs back and forth
What Thing was doing to my hair
I couldnt tell you, but it was strange
~
Of all my time in battle with Thing,
The worst was when thing would 
force it's slobber on me.

This concludes my warning, 
BEWARE THE THING!!!!!

Copyright © Elissa Quigley | Year Posted 2017






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