School Acrostic Poems | Examples
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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 dims down in search of cold weather
Elements shifting and changing the mood
People spend more time inside together
Time to prepare for winters attitude
Evening now starts earlier each day
Moving closer to the brand new season
Boys and girls back to school recess to play
Elevating young minds for right reasons
Routines come back to family members
Fall officially returns at months end
Autumns leaves wilt right into December
Lazily floating in Septembers wind
Listen to the whispers as winter calls
September is the month when summer falls
Written for contest "September Falls" 09/16/2024
Form: Acrostic Arrangement: Sonnet Iambic Pentameter
Hosted by Andrea Deitrich
September falls within the best of times.
Elections nearing, campaigns underway;
Predictions, weather-wise for cooler climes.
Thus teachers, teens and toddlers break from play
Ere education calls their minds to grind.
Men have endorsed re-naming Labor Day;
But that’s September’s summons of a kind
Enlight’ning us of work that must go on
Regardless of what holiday we find.
Fall features color when the green is gone
And orange, yellow, red and brown have blessed.
Load up those fruits and walnuts and pecans;
Leave acorns for the squirrels building nests.
September brings to time its very best.
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.
Audacious
Unbeatable
Daring
Rueful
Affable
(Dedicated to Audra, in "Words on Fire" by Jennifer A. Nielsen)
Kindergarten Teacher
Kind when she shares her bologna sandwich.
Imaginative when she has to use Q-tips to teach.
Nurturing to teeter totter injuries.
Daring when rescuing an mystery object from the toilet.
Earnest when explaining this adventure to her principal.
Responsible for helping 23 children put on 23 coats and getting all 23
to the bus on time.
Gentle when covering boo-boos with impossible to open bandaids.
Aimiable when greeting parents.
Resourceful when finding uses for 75 popsicle sticks.
Tactful when explaining Timothy's new permanent marker freckles to
his mother.
Energetic when chasing a dog off the playground.
Nose blowing expert.
Talented when using a pipe cleaner to replace a lost shoe lace.
Elated with a new set of blocks.
Afraid of itchy heads.
Capable of jumping rope in heels on the playground.
High spirited when there is a snow day.
Excited about caterpillars.
Ready for nap time!
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.
Peculiar, party-avoiding, private, particular fond of the word prancing
Industrious, imaginative, ideally paints a canvas every week.
Never-never-land oriented, loves Peter Pan and Pippi Longstocking
Kind, knowledgeable, knows herself incredibly well
Furiously favors friendly strangers
Affectionate as a puppy when you are likeable up front
Eager to please, engages self in helping others
Really wants life to move smoothly, does her part
Intelligent, but does not flaunt it
Empathetic, hides emotions, effortlessly enjoys others
Favors forever friendships, has some friends for over sixty years
Intuitive, idealistic, inquisitive, initiates conversations in store lines
Vim and vigor experienced on a daily basis, I teach in a grade school
Enthusiastic, energetic, enigma in some ways, secretive about soul
Bummer, dudes! Summer's almost done!
We've only a few weeks left to have fun.
All these months went by so fast;
How I wish summertime would last.
Crayons, pencils, notebooks, and more
Are now on sale at the 99 cent store.
Kids will be disappointed when playtime ends,
But at least they'll make old and new friends.
Teachers are prepared to lecture their classes
While polishing their desks and cleaning their glasses.
Oh my goodness! Here we go again,
As we hear the yearly refrain:
See you in September, y'all!
We're in for a brand new semester this fall.
Come to order and take your seats:
Pay close attention and you better not cheat!
Have your assignments finished on time:
If you fail, it's detention for your behind.
Open your books and close your mouth!
No talking allowed or you'll be thrown out.
Only thing I expect from each other
Is to encourage and support one another.
Let's learn and grow, and you'll do great;
Make all of us proud so you can graduate.
Blind as a bat they used to say as she rode her bike this way and that. I did
Love her thick coke bottle glasses and the way she hunched her back when she
Incited to drive down a one lane street with her head up and her eyes fixed.
No one could have guessed that she was really biking it by memory, as they
Drove by her, they would honk and say " get out of the street" ....
A lady with very little money, five children and a knapsack full of apples for
Snacks. She would drive to school at recess and dole out the fruit to her kids.
Annabelle Kor was her name and she was my mother, this I say with pride.
Born a survivor, who had survived the Jewish camps , she knew how to live free
Answer to none but God, she would tell us as they sent her strange looks
Truth be told I wouldn't have wanted any other mother, she was my hero...
August 11 2022