School Ballad Poems | Examples
These School Ballad poems are examples of Ballad poems about School. These are the best examples of Ballad School poems written by international poets.
I don't see how it matters
Should we be brindle, black, or white
After all our colour
Is governed by our sight
So in a world of darkness
We would be all the same
How can there be a difference
Our eyesight is to blame
So how about we take a look
See what goes on inside
So judge people by their character
And use no other guide
When I was young and friends of mine
Had different coloured skin
We never ever cared about
Which friend was out or in
Was just as we got older
We found this thing called race
We could not understand it
They said it was God's grace
Well I'm still of the old school
The colour of your skin
Does not colour our relationship
In mind you are my twin
High school days
I listened to Lesley Gore sing
Day dreaming
Sometimes feeling like a fool
You Dad’s car
I gave you my high school ring
Friday nights
Trying so hard to act cool
Days flew by
Spent so much time together
Two young kids
In a small world of their own
Your Dad’s car
Sunshine or stormy weather
Drive in show
Soda and an ice cream cone.
Years go by
Felt the sunshine and the rain
Stood together
Butting heads against the wall
Life went on
Took the happiness with the pain
Staying strong
When the storms passed we stood tall
Stories told
By the lines carved in our faces
Photographs
All those memories make me blue
Thinking back
To other times and other places
After all these years
I’m still in love with you.
(To the tune of Robin Hood)
Boris Blood Boris Blood
Mayor of London town
Boris Blood Boris Blood
Some say he;s a clownl
Takes off the poor
Gives to the rich
Boris Blood Boris Blood.
Boris Blood Boris Blood
Went to public school
Boris Blood Boris Blood
So who does he fool
Takes from the poor
Gives to the rich
Boris Blood Boris Blood.
Boris Blood Boris Blood
Claims he does care
Boris Blood Boris Blood
Says he is being fair
Takes from the poor
Gives to the rich
Boris Blood Boris Blood.
My eyes has never perceive Him
Yet, He magnifies all that I perceive
My nose has never smelled Him
Yet, each scent lingers and fills
My skin has never feel Him
Yet in numerous ways He touch me
My ears has never hear Him
Yet all His words a soothing melody
Inside the home..
On every four corners
In a school, shops...
On every building
Out from nowhere
Out of the blue
Through every season
Through every person
Your presence endears
Your presence encourages
Your presence an essence
Oh God, You burst everywhere!
by: olive_eloi
4:57pm
01/20/2014
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hehehe a barrowed title from my soup friend michael byte :D hope it's ok.. :) was really inspired by the poem :)
Brittannia ruled the waves,they said
My old school atlas,dotted red;
Cricket its multi-national game
Pageantry & fair-play its claim to fame;
Governed by the privileged few
English,said & written its glue.
AN EMPIRE ON WHICH THE SUN NEVER SETS !
Now six decades further on
Its colonial power foever gone;
A damp offshore Atlantic island
Sinking slowly,in PC quick-sand;
Multi-cultures of its past,now abound
Each language of its Empire,here is found.
AN ISLE ON WHICH THE SUN LESS OFTEN GETS !