School Alliteration Poems | Examples
These School Alliteration poems are examples of Alliteration poems about School. These are the best examples of Alliteration School poems written by international poets.
Emma, Empress of Unicorn Empire,
esprit de corps of elementary school,
expeditious at exaggerating expression,
eagerly extending empathy of enormous embrace,
endless enthusiasm, exuberant existence.
Deacon, Duke of derring-do,
diligently, doggedly daily to delightful displays
of dauntless daredevil, destruction,
determined gamer, droll demeanor,
dearly dedicated to devouring desserts,
Dad's double, diplomat of Dreamland.
Surprise! six inches fell
Silently through the night,
Secretly, unforeseen.
School cancelled, sleds are launched
Salt brine is useless now.
Stay home, no shoveling,
Sunshine will seize the day.
Love and laughter lifted the lukewarm and lethargic lad. He loathed school and took with levity its lessons. Lady Latoya let him understand that formal tutelage keeps life buoyant. She helped lessen his livid nature. She made him know that leeway is not a license for laziness. Everyone lauded Lady Latoya.
September 2, 2022.
Alliteration - Old or New Poetry Contest,
Joseph May.
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Now nearing that age of no hair, & more
No hair on head, more hair in ears & nose
I do a daily discipline of Matthew 6: 9-13
Then a Psalm, before a recorded sermon
In my youth, girls not God, got attention
II
When I greet kids on way to school
and adults off to do or find work
I say, "n gesieente dag, hallelujah" -
In Afrikaans, Dutch-turned African,
Widely used in The Cape, more here
In Newtown, mixed-race township
Each day is like Sunday: hello-hallelujah
Plus when I do prayer workshops when
requested - we pray post- breakfast
Till lunch break, at least till noon ...
But daily, the kids say. "Dankie Jesus, amen,"
As I grant tiny requests for a morsel of victual
III
Jesus alerted us: look to prayer quality
In the praying heart, not quaint quantity
What in the ink whorl is papièr churl going on?
Ill quill vapors are trying to victimize me,
vex prose don’t belong
Word saber player haters trying to stick it to me,
throwing cursive stones
Their coarse paper tone is so digital angry
Blog blots got their writes all wrong
Sore spots ... ink stains
Rotted crease stroke brains
always wanna bring paper cut pain
Plenty briquettes blurt-y wanna dance dirty,
a-many ugly exchanges ain’t squid spit purty
If coal paper meet a diamond pen,
Crush Groove is gonna tango win
Counterfeit clone muse
using plagiarist, copy printer tools
Blank scroll troll fools
didn’t learn Poetry Slam old school
Any lip ink unwell with a lying spiel,
gets the clean-up Truth erasure deal
Epithet tongues liquor epitaph envelopes,
gin up troublesome, scarlet letter tropes
But when this Iron Will pen
meet their forged paper
Pallbearer finger caper
gonna press an eulogy send
Writ smack weakies think they’re grit summon strong!
Born to the best mom on this beautiful mother earth
I was little luckier then the rest
Simply successful school life
Followed by flourishing fun at college
Getting married to my mate from childhood
Filled my life with love and merriment
Working as a teacher who is favorite of all
Mother to two daughters who are now not too small
My story might seem like a joyride
But trust me, it was full of jolts and jerks
Picture 2
Date 2/10/2019
I go to lovely school
teacher teaches me
only the back I see
He writes on chalkboard
words and figures
only shadows I see
He marks my books
red pen black pen
only crosses I see
And teacher examines me
tests, home work
only excellence I see
Alliteration rain and sunshine--
I’ve gotten caught in the rain again
Coming home from school was sunny alas.. the
Rotten, rich Rain or silly, single Sunshine
Romantic, ruthless Rain or smooth, sweet Sunshine
Has donned and poured on me again
4/10/19
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2019©
Holi, a hearty enthusiastic festival in horizon
Colours curdling, water washing every moron;
Out of us evil ever going and playing on
Land of character cherished by coloured lawn.
What a scene to see! Gracious glory gone
If you miss this mesmerizing festival upon
A folly. Foolish will be called such a conn.
Holi, a hearty enthusiastic festival in horizon
Holy played in school is highly pleasing crayon,
For Kinar, Aayushi, Kunal. Aryan or John.
Monorhyme has one colour, holi many micron.
Mital, Mitesh, Vaikhu, SIddhu, Saurabh are don.
This day even principal thinks to prevent throne
And join joy with teachers - see anxiety thrown.
Holi, a hearty enthusiastic festival in horizon
Songs, screams; dance, D.J.; homage and hymn on;
This day with Holika heavy burdens and sins thrown.
Cruel Hiranyakashyapa was killed; glory was won.
Kunal, Arpita, Sandeep, Amit and Shreyas on lawn
Play water and colours with cool Pari’s scone
In Jalgaon, Agra, Kanpur, Karanja, Surat or Bonn.
Holi, a hearty enthusiastic festival in horizon
A Call to a Religious Life
By Lillian J. Jeffery
Family pray together,
share their table with the poor,
young Agnes goes on outings,
outings with the local church,
sings in the choir
Her chosen life is Christian
her divine guide is Jesus Christ,
she starts and ends her day with pray
Stories of missionaries touch, touch
her ears, her heart, she sees the
face of God on every face
Hears, hears the voice of God
calling, calling her to serve,
serve a religious life,
she is twelve
Follows her calling, leaves
her home in Skopje, Macedonia,
joins the Sisters of Loreto,
a community of nuns in Ireland
with a Mission in India,
she is eighteen
Sisters send her to a House in Calcutta,
she takes her initial vows and name,
Sister Teresa, honors Therese of Lisieux,
patron saint of Australia, missionaries,
florist, AIDs sufferers
Teaches catechism, geography,
history at St. Mary's High School,
a school dedicated to teaching girls
from the poorest, poorest families
The door swings open,
she moves to school's principal,
loves her work, stays seventeen years.
Your Invitation
You wanna from New York-
talk skin-teeth stories
b|tch brick-falling buildings
knive bus choking fumes-
Proud-over cracked sidewalks
holy street-people
and cracked-dreams?
You wanna scar of alley cans and
rooftop bums who eat
lost pink Spaldin® balls?
You coo city-drums and garbage-glory-
Swag-shoulder every party-
Shoe your claim by kitchen-fame...
Then GO THERE!
New York will school your past and
take your part.
something to hold whenever I visit its frame.
emotions snap-shot a moment that my physical world whenever, would ever?, could never change.
something's more vital to save then broken hearts when time are the hands that heals all wounds.
all I can show was all that I know ,working with the tools that life has chosen for me to use.
I hang a picture frame of each inspiring face on the walls of my thoughts .
"memories" the only glue I choose to use whenever putting back together the pieces of a broken heart.
I dance with a feeling of mother& son , a high school prom , a bridal arrangement with god as my witness ,uniting two hearts together to breathe as one.
my memories will never change faces ,moods ,or pretend to be something their not.
my memories .... an internal reminder when actions don't add up to the words some people forgot.
Every Situation that is challenging
Trust me it is life Changing
And if you think I'm joking
You should ask yourself why I'm always praying
and not playing
Life is not taught or bought
You don't Log-in to Google
And Google How to Live
There is no lines talking about living
Ask me...what Is life?
You have to take the wrong
direction
just before you reach your final destination
After I..took it
I see Life in a 3 Dimension
Dots of light dotted the dome
Displaying dismal disks
Halfhearted innuendos of harmony
Repetitive, unremarkable recordings
Minimally interesting, middle class, mediocre
Small wonder he thought, smirking, smarting
Discipline dismissed, discarded
Replaced with fun, funk and fad
Foolishness fueled Fukem, he fumed
No more, no more, no more
The military, military school, immediately!
Fat girl the one people love to hate,
the one everyone wants to have a look in her plate,
as she walks towards her deserted corner table,
in the school cafeteria,
where she found it a bit comfortable,
consoling herself with fried chicken,
since she lacked a criteria of being mean
Fat girl stands next to fatter people to look thin,
can walk past an ice cream vendor and gain a few pounds,
without being apologetic of how many gallons,
her stomach could handle at once,
she lost weight but nobody cared to notice,
fat girl thinks she's ugly,
because the world makes fun of her daily,
fat girl don't you worry,
come to Africa where the word 'fat' is a different story,
a place where booty is respected and appreciated,
as it is a trait in our heritage not artificial but naturally created
Big is beauty,original is splendid,
talk of class,elegance sand style she is a goddess of different trades
Big is beauty,with love from africa Sandra K