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Sonnet Graduation Poems | Sonnet Poems About Graduation
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My wheels roll on, as my speed is very fast.
Each day is a memory, one I share.
Share with a special friend, with long black hair.
I see you in the hall, while you look past.
Wonder if you will remember our class.
As for the girl, who follows me to class and everywhere.
I hope you'll remember the girl made of glass.
As we both wonder if we'll end up elsewhere.
If we look back, we will realize high school wasn't all that bad.
As our graduation nears we all have some fears.
I hope we all have had the same fun.
After all these were just our high school years.
As if the girl made of glass has shattered from these tears.
I hope we all had a great fantastic year.
Because this poem reveals not only how i feel but it also reveals more then just happy tears.
Never forget these high school years, also never forget the girl made of glass.
Copyright © Dark times | Year Posted 2016
The instructor, she/he, at head of class
scans the classroom and sees all the students.
They inhabit the room like Inert gas,
atoms of reason float in abundance.
Who will learn and who will remain inert?
The instructor may not ask of such things.
It is enough to keep a group alert,
to teach them rather than keep them guessing.
Many moments are spent in discussion,
helping fresh minds understand the subject.
The instructor must avoid confusion.
Answers are tested to see if correct.
Future students may let their knowledge fade.
Others will find work and careers will be made.
Copyright © Graphite Drug | Year Posted 2015
EXTRA EXTRA, Read all about it
The end is near, the end is near
2k12 is finally here
We've come so far to go even further
Its now our time, no longer are we observers
We slowly, one by one, step out of our oysters
To walk our path through a life of employers
We loved our mistakes and every time we've fallen
From ever victory from ever problem
We've put in the time
And now live to tell
We've turned our lives
And turned them well
So remember the class of 2012
Copyright © Rayshawn Fisher | Year Posted 2012
Does the student know? Does the teacher know?
The lessons are many and days are few.
In the class, some are quick and some are slow.
Some will progress and some will make do.
People choose subjects without being sure.
They have no experience, only hope.
Teachers and students discuss and endure
problems and strategies to help them cope
with future events or recent mistakes.
Outside their campus, students use theory.
They use new knowledge to elaborate
and specialized language to query.
There is no way to measure their chances.
Even slow students will make advances.
Copyright © Graphite Drug | Year Posted 2015
Oh my today is the day
Our little D graduates today
You are not only oh so smart
You are the one with the biggest heart
As you walk across that big stage
You are about to turn a very big page
13 years just flashes right by
As it's time for this chapter to say goodbye
Even though you are about to go
There is one thing for sure that you need to know
The love a Dad has for his daughter is beyond the stars
I am so blessed God choose you to be who you are
Just remember this is not the end
It is where your life journey is about to begin
I could not be any prouder of you
As you head off to college at LMU
Copyright © Scott Biehl | Year Posted 2017
Silhouettes fade as summer draws near
Yearning for their presence in this barren room
Rippling sound of ones laughter cause me to tear
Awakens this reverie like scent perfume
The vastness I never thought existed
Past the hallways where we've spent our youth
Smiles of the little ones thus recollected
Pictures from the bulletins show love and truth
Just as my heart, the red apple sits quietly
Treasuring the bond that we had formed
The hugs, fights, celebration and anxieties
All part of the path to grow and mature
Oh darlings, it pains me to say goodbye
So please keep this chalk to remember me by.
Copyright © L.C. Jarrette | Year Posted 2017