School Acrostic Poems | Examples
These School Acrostic poems are examples of Acrostic poems about School. These are the best examples of Acrostic School poems written by international poets.
Jam or custard-centred is a matter of preference.
Under the counter lights, the many delights beg—
Slathered in cream is a bonus to consider.
There’s no greater buzz than entering the emporium.
Doughnuts have always been my emotional crutch
Ever since my college days, when cramming for exams.
Slipping sugary treats into my school satchel;
Soggy, healthy whole-wheat sandwiches were ignored.
Even during pregnancy, my craving intensified.
Recreating my one secret indulgence always flopped.
The small corner bakery still serves the best temptations—
Shedding the pounds on my hips: a lost cause.
Improving our status requires hard work.
An abundance of years has made us old.
Majority of school mates have gone on.
And accelerating days increase our speed
Newly reborn by accepting Jesus as my personal savior.
Only as old as we feel.
Liar, liar, pants are on fire
Death has it’s eye on us.
Cozy was not synonymous with old.
Objective in life, is outperforming our expectations.
Death is the payment for our use of space.
Golden years is a misnomer, some are more like rust.
Edifying God always makes our life easier.
Recommend making your peace with God before it’s late.
Wisdom he passed on to school children in his travels.
Active man with no pretenses.
Good Man that was a recovering alcoholic
Oasis of knowledge.
Nature had captivated his lifestyle.
Joining him in his travels were Sugar Foot his saddle horse.
Offbeat from the mainstream lifestyle.
His home, two covered wagons pulled by six mules.
Negativity had no part of his life.
Picky just like an old school pin up,
easily a trendsetter with scope.
Registered at first glance a star.
Strutting she knows what sells,
notorious for that catchy slogan
‘I won’t ever provide an alibi.’
Cute with a mouth that’s caustic,
kerchief in her hand style attack.
Each detail devastatingly divine.
Tantalize with the tip of a secret,
yes she’s a fastidious fantasy.
Summer is over; kids are back at school;
Everyone is thankful for the cool nights.
People are beginning to drain their pool,
Thankful, there are no more mosquito bites.
Each day is shorter than the day before,
Moving closer to Autumn's color change.
But the forest is still green at its core;
Even though the lack of songbirds seems strange.
Red tinges are spreading amongst the leaves;
Fall is now entering its start-up stage.
And people are unrolling their shirtsleeves,
Like they're getting ready to flip the page.
Little things keep September in my heart;
Such as the fact, Fall is about to start.
September, once, in golden days of youth,
Enduring boredom left by summer fun,
Perchance, 'twas time, and yes, it was in truth,
To go to school again, so off I'd run.
Enquiring there, the posted classroom list,
Mentioning names of friends and one to teach,
Below the teacher's name, the friends I'd missed.
Em, which teacher? The one to purr or screech?
Responsibly, I must get some supplies,
For, I'm a big kid, up another grade -
A notebook and lunch pail to show the guys,
Lest I forget, some marbles I can trade.
Let's hope my teacher puts my little chair,
So, I'm next to Annette with braided hair.
Ginger was the foster teen I met at the school bus stop
In spite of her burns she was so beautiful and strong
Never forgot her long eyelashes and deep brown eyes
Given by her parents like her severe burns from abuse
Even though she was a joyful spirit and forgiving soul
Resilient enough to love her abuser and persevere
A time to go back to school
Understand rain is warm or cool.
The pinecones fall to the ground.
Up in the sky lovely views are found.
Many leaves are red and yellow.
November is cold, not mellow.
Byron didn't wait for me.
Across the hall Becky tried not to look.
Chalk was everywhere.
Knuckles was already suspended.
Trailing the varsity jackets I
Oscillated between chic and irreverent.
Someone yelled, "barf!"
Charades and hustlers cover every inch.
How am I going to find my locker?
Oswald points me to "304."
Oblong and wrong I walk there.
Looking forward, looking backward.
Daddy you are the very best
Always loving and so kind
Doing homework~helping me to learn
Doing shopping together is a real treat
You were my angel sent from heaven.
Date Written: 6/16/2022
Note: "Happy Father's Day To All Of The Dads"
Powerful tool –
Harmful at school,
Or great device?
Not always nice;
Each one: think twice.
Glasnost, unmuted voice, long overdue
Once Berlin Walls and Iron Curtains fell,
Regime of old school fools he overthrew
Brave Afghan Soviet troops still live to tell.
Achieved social democracy at last,
Cold war, diplomatically, put to rest.
Hard wired propaganda of the past -
Exculpated lies of Wicked Wild West.
Victorious legacy earned at his best.
January 10, 2021
I am a very old senior white male. At 10 years of age I was playing with two black friends when a bully who was white and twice our size started calling my Friends the N word so my friends ran away and so did I.
I never heard the word before this was the first time even though half my school was black.
I went home and asked my Mother what it meant.
She wrote the word down the left side of the page and said .....
The word is an acrostic son it means .....
N ever
I n
G od's
G reen
E arth
R epeat
<< Cal Bambi ©riginal >>>
The word artist
I paint pictures with words.
[email protected]
Pass my Mother's wisdom on to anybody who offends you with this word.
Joining with my girlfriends on the playground,
Up and down in circles, we’d swing a rope.
My friends took turns. The rope swang round and round.
Playing is the school child’s ray of hope
In those recess times that we kids enjoyed so much.
No one got left out. Double ropes meant Double Dutch!
Glad were we taking turns swinging till our time to jump.
Round and round our ropes kept swinging till the school bell rang.
One by one we back into our classes ran.
Picturing those times now with my gal pal gang,
Even now I’d love to be right there once again!
Dec. 10, 2020
for Brian Strand's 'ALL YOURS (Mar 12)' Poetry Contest
F all is almost here.
A corns and pumpkins to roast.
R ed and gold leaves will soon cover the yard.
E ating the last watermelon, oh my.
W ater sports will be tucked away.
E veryone getting ready for school.
L oved learning to swim at camp.
L ong days now turning short.
T ogether next year at the lake.
O n our way home for the winter.
S ay goodbye to the hot days.
U se time to reflect.
M emories will last forever.
M y summer love is back at school.
E ating BBQ has ended for the year.
R ain will soon turn into snow.
Date Written: 9/25/2020
1. Farewell To Summer
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