Academics Poems - Poems about Academics

When the trust busts in to your village Driving the lunatics in shackles Times must be goin' out of print Old Hearst's Castle isn't any good for climbing Seeing the waves of rocket fuel reminds the Church epiphany that 8th grade is over So the western fleet sends out a graduate team And recruits for the labor wards Used to come by the name of Montgomery Seas are Charted for a Reason My...

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In the valley of the academics, in the night that falls like a spider's web over the world, I see them moving, like pale shadows, struggling in their golden cages, They, who fancy themselves independent thinkers, who think they are eagles soaring in blue heights, But they are just domesticated doves, with clipped wings and gazes lost in...

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I always prayed for a baby girl before Asked god for nothing more She brought so much happiness in our lives Academics being the only thing, where she strives. As I prepared her for her school test one night and she wasn't learning anything right. I was running out of patience, methods and time All the while she tried...

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The recent lockdown certainly made family the center of everything - from fun to daily irritations. But after a month of being at college - which I know, objectively, isn’t long - those memories seem like echoes from another life. I love the sudden privacy college has provided - like I’ve personally rediscovered something seemingly new. I...

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Sliding down the curves of a hypersurface, Jumping from side to side of a polytope. Slacklining between the points of a hexacosichoron, Spinning through the quadrants of a cartesian plane. Reciting digits of pi, I twirl them into Fibonacci spirals. I take comfort in the chaos, settling in the irregular regularities....

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The first ever teachers now idle at the entrance, with feet benumbed. Drunk with feelings and wisdom being ebbed, they fly lies, he said – not me. Crowned with thorns, wearing briers and clenching our rags HOME we left. Shelters mocked at us and insults rained on us; here, we stand again but at the entrance. Shall we rush into the...

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A spleen for breakfast or is it lunch. I’m not quite sure your words aren’t much. Beaten by a crayon’s mark. Your fire died without a spark. The writer’s block must have returned. Speak up son you’re getting burned. You’ve got some time with this pandemic. You’re learning redneck academics....

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Blows me away of what I have learned At the institution of soup How dumb I was to think this poetry Was just rhyming on a dime You have opened my eyes to a whole new world By letting me enroll into this institution of soup Deep I use to think was a hole you had to dig, go figure But It...

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