Best Academically Poems
She stands invisible to any fair go,
Mentally bashed to a paste,
In a world where she is not wanted,
Where she is simply erased,
Where none of her self is accepted by men,
Women distrust her as well,
Where she is politely told to vanish,
To crawl back into her shell,
She’s been beaten and bashed and raped by angry,
Pushed to the fork in the road,
This academically gifted heart beating girl,
Has been pushed right out to the cold,
She believes what folks whisper about her,
She believes the things that they say,
She believes she doesn’t fit into this world,
That she’s defective because she is gay.
Categories:
academically, hurt, identity, society,
Form:
Quatrain
It is certain, my Lord,
That
Your ways are:
Good,
Just,
Beautiful, and
Holy,
Alas,
We, humans, fail, Your
Divine ways to understand
For
We, constantly, live in fear, on
Afflictions' tormenting land!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
29 January 2023
* My upcoming book, " Before The Sun Goes Down " is, finally, in the hands of my publisher. Below is my dedication. You will notice that you, my friends, are not forgotten.
DEDICATION
I dedicate this book to the Divine Light within that inspires and guides all of us on the path of love, righteousness, and spirituality throughout life and beyond.
However, it is only appropriate to remember all those beautiful people that have helped me grow: Physically, emotionally, mentally, morally, and academically, so as to be able to compile this humble poetic work and offer it as a thanksgiving to our Lord.
Also, I should not forget to thank my fellow poets at PoetrySoup, who have been reading and commenting on my poems for over a decade now. God bless them.
Categories:
academically, god, men, truth,
Form:
Free verse
An American actor, Kevin Costner.
known for Divorce battle with Christine Baumgartner, his x partner.
Academically inclined but played sports and poetry he pens.
At a young age, loss confidence, having to make new friends.
Categories:
academically, relationship,
Form:
Clerihew
"How sweet to the heart are the scenes of my childhood"
Samuel Woodworth, 1785-1842
I'd help milk the goat and feed our two pigs
and loved being outside in the warm sun
picking potatoes whilst my father digs
We'd go to the coast it was so much fun,
driving for miles in dad's Volkswagen car,
dad would buy big ice creams for everyone!
My primary school was not very far
I'd walk there with my mother every day
academically I wasn't a star!
I was a tomboy, I guess I should say
and never played with dolls when I was small
I dreamed of throwing sis's Barbie away!
Just a few memories, I can recall
I have many more... but won't share them all
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Categories:
academically, childhood, memory,
Form:
Terza Rima
Born a year after her crowning, named after the Queen
My sister had no luck, her life short and mean
Academically and behaviorally in trouble at school
A royal rebel was 'Liz;' she broke all the rules
Couldn't hold a job for more than a year
Her 'friends' all smoked dope and drank beer
Yet a good heart had she; give you the shirt off her back
Acted surprised, not upset, if it didn't come back
Contracted HIV from a tainted blood transfusion
Lived seven more years in pain and disillusion
A tragic story, cut down at 36 by AIDS disease
My sister Elizabeth, namesake of royalty
~ This year marks 29 years since Elizabeth's passing ~
Categories:
academically, sad, sister, tribute,
Form:
Ode
You are King of the Hill!
A full eight years done with teachers in a private school!
You are not foul-mouthed nor spoiled.
Everyone you meet, thinks the world of you, nobody recoils!
You are not going to an ordinary high school,
Where you have to apologize for being white nor step down
academically, too.
Nor will you study the destruction
of the American flag or be taught new, faux, history.
Nor is your sex a mystery, you know you are, a boy, to which I
I am ever grateful, there is no mystery!
An immense star in Little League you proved to be!
Not only for the a ball you throw at 80 miles per hour, we see.
But your amicability and friendships with many,as welcome as
fresh, Spring flowers be.
You will be no moron, Grandson, in a nutty high school.
But one of the best and brightest!
Why?
You only honor and play by God's rules.
The Bible, being your life's tool!
I miss that little boy I once held in my arms.
That's the blessing of being a Nana, who still feels your warmth..
The most blessed~experiencing her grandsons's Linfinite charms.
With all my respect and love, dearest Edward!
Nana Pangie
~Thank you for coming into my life~
Categories:
academically, dedication, grandson, love,
Form:
Rhyme
A pair of monolid eyes, and I’m academically enlightened.
As if I’m some talented prodigy on his way to an Ivy League.
Able to quickly solve problems without ever breaking a sweat.
Absolutely - perfect - in every single subject I decide to take on.
Always an A+, an automated Asian-American achiever android
As an unwilling recipient of a C in Algebra 2, I really disagree.
Before you chant “Dishonor on you! Dishonor on your cow!”,
Consider the billions of Asians who are never working in STEM.
Division homework I can handle, algebraic functions, not so much.
Even with A’s in Geometry last year, my EOC score was only a two.
For every decent grade I earn, is a test I end up completely bombing.
Good student, yes. But “perfect student?” Not in this lifetime, I am.
The worst feeling in the world is falling so far behind these expectations.
Often, it seems like I’m sinking in an ocean of questions left unanswered.
The water filling up my lungs is all the pressure I have to endure each day.
The air I’m losing more and more of is the confusion and frustration I face.
It’s all too much to bear; not living up to this idea of what I’m supposed to be.
Sometimes, I wish I was one of those geeky cliches, non-Asians think of us as.
So no, Harvard, Princeton, Yale, Columbia, Brown, Cornell, Dartmouth,
and Penn are not camping outside my door with a full-ride in their hands.
I don’t know how to graph cubic or polynomial functions to save my life.
Complex solutions and complicated rational functions have accurate names.
And shoutout to Chemistry, where my mathematical issues have extended to.
I still don’t get what those equations have to do with elements and formulas.
Truthfully, I’m just not the model minority stereotype people think I am.
I have many strengths and lots of weaknesses, just like everyone else.
I’m not special. I’m hardly the greatest mind this school has ever seen.
Am I thrilled about it? Heck no. If only I was good at Math and Science.
But what’s the use in lamenting? All I can do to change that is to improve.
Inside, I know I’m very smart. Not perfect at all. But still smart nonetheless.
Years from now, I’ll realize that, even with all my flaws, I am good enough.
And no matter how much I fit into a stereotype, the truth is all that matters
Categories:
academically, discrimination, racism,
Form:
Free verse
I do so love harvest thanksgiving,
That time of year which celebrates agriculture,
When church flips from being god-centred,
To remembering farmers and good food manufacture.
It’s not an Armenian or Amish allusion,
‘Cos tins are given no problem;
Natural remedies aren’t primed as better,
Than medicines, to the mind and body superior.
As a child who regretfully attended church,
I thought on that day of poverty and Christian giving:
That their offer was kind of a respectable food bank,
A silent redistribution of wealth, income and living.
No food bank is respectable, of course,
But they can channel wealth efficiently and appropriately;
And that the Church offers such for just one day,
Should be celebrated as a positive sign most definitely.
God is sometimes just such an abstraction,
Academically, he’s for the objective mind;
He’s not comforting when your needs are just so real:
Physical, emotional, psychological: he can be so unkind.
When you just need a meal on the table,
And need it supplied by someone else,
Whether by government, food bank or church,
It’s a person that's there, not divine impulse.
I thought it was moral to impose that on believers,
As a kid who just so wanted to talk and shoot,
About real mechanisms, real structures and methods,
Which made life’s systems, dynamics, art and roots.
Being grateful for food, diet and health,
Eclipses salvation humility and responce;
Eternal purpose lays as distant and non-tangible,
To people and belongings which have an unimpeachable force.
Farmers need to be remembered, given relevance,
For their labour, dedication and sheer love of the job;
It’s that occupation and training which ensures,
Our basic daily needs are met not just with contours.
The harvest basket every year means to me hope,
Nourishment for those who starve and scrape;
Church wealth rides so high and mighty on average,
That this real examination is something to advocate.
Categories:
academically, celebration, child, childhood, creation,
Form:
Rhyme
A kid goes from
lower kindergarten to
upper kindergarten...
but he's still a cute li'l
kid...
a student finishes
first year of high school
and moves on to the next
but he's still a student
with academic pressures only
again, in college
there isn't much difference between
sophomores and seniors
why is it that once you
finish college
and move on to further
qualify yourself academically
the world suddenly looks at you
as a 'grown-up' individual...
and expects you to be a
block of stone
of infinite stability
and responsibility levels ?
why are we 'old' ?
does it seem stupid
if I now want to stop to
stare at lovely looking
flowers or colourful
candies in a supermarket ?
why does it seem intolerable
if I throw tantrums for
eating and sleeping ?
why should i do
only the right thing ?
has life decided to give me
no more chances ?
no more wrong steps now ?
why is the word 'decisive'
killing me ?
i want to walk the path of life
as it comes
why is there this thought
"its time now..to decide
where you want to go...
what you want to do...
who you want to
be with..."
why should i
not behave like a
new student to
a foreign school
who's unable to
forget her old friends
and doesn't want to make
new friends ?
what is so 'sinful' about this ?
why can't i NOT 'not listen to'
"everyone manages fine...
your seniors did
your peers are
and most of your juniors will..."
there are times when i myself
wonder
why i can't seem to move on
there are other times when i
do make conscious efforts to move on
succeed, externally
but the heart can't be deluded...
can it ?
mine can't be..its too smart...
to make up for that soft head...!
Categories:
academically, life, people, philosophy, student,
Form:
Free verse
The Trojan wars has begun
when we whom do not agree
in certain opinions branded as influencers
this is a new age word created by hate
Claiming certain individuals are from the dark ages
speaking of justice being critically accurate
clinically pinpointing the raw nerve exposed as bad roots
in what is condemned to be truthfully laid bare has rights
Narrative has taken an awful twist towards bullying
in the opposite direction within no man's land
pushing evil agendas down a person's throat as caring
academically impaired those claiming knowledge
When we witness this physical exchange
reshaping everything logical in this world
to speak within council
replacing it with what I say
For those outside the kingdom of God everything is in parables
giving us visions enabling us to hear correctly
but not understand least they should turn and be forgiven
Categories:
academically, blessing, god, gospel, life,
Form:
Free verse
Punitively regressive are 'Progressives'
Defunding charter schools
Crippling the academically aggressive
Denying school choice
to gifted students
from poor families ~
without a voice
Categories:
academically, education, political, poverty, school,
Form:
Rhyme
Applications are done
Relaxing under the sun
High School tassels distant memory
Senior prom night issues buried
New relationships are the present worry
Bringing stress with the luggage they carry
Acceptance letter was received
From number one school ‘would you believe?’
Leaving the state
New adventures a wait
Sounding exciting and great
Yesterday was above the rest
Today going back having to impress
University colors are the dress code
As it was told
Touring the campus trying to get it sold
Specific lure was a certain school
Program of study academically cool
Selected a major months ago
It was in coming student thinking what they know
First week starts before Labor Day
Then a long weekend ‘now determined to stay’
Courses scheduled and made
Calculating possible grade
Hoping it was a good trade
Since the credit card used when paid
Car is fully packed
Even the roof has tied down laundry sack
Not one more thing can fit
Only free space where the driver sits
Key turn start the engine
Four year commitment firm decision
All this to get an entrepreneur salary position
Or is it a place to mature
Adulthood knocking on the door
Whispering in the ear ‘are you sure?’
About the curriculum core
All it takes knowing oneself
Socializing positive and in good health
Navigating through honesty and wealth
Books are armor for a power strut
Realizing with others ‘you know what?’
Walking away
One thing to say
Reminding upperclassman ‘you graduate in May’
College is the time
Challenge the mind
And in the end a well-educated person is the find
Listening to the pomp and circumstance chime
Categories:
academically, america, class, confidence, education,
Form:
Rhyme
Jamaica was always known for cultivating
the brightest and the best,
Academically, most scholars soared through
all their tests,
Our Island provided warmth and beauty,
Yet, the music of the modern generation
has tarnished our reputation,
Most, think of us as gun slingers, drug
dealers and vagabonds,
Our women are viewed as piranhas on
the run,
Through advertisements and word of mouth
Jamaican men are viewed as abusers or elusive
Baby Daddies or hustlers who cruise around in caddies,
They don't love us anymore,
The hate shows as they cleverly try to shove us through the doors,
concocting crimes and airs of suspicion,
Being a Jamaican has become a whirlwind
of negative labels such as aggression, crimanalism and drug running,
They never tell the real stories how the other half lives,
They don't love us anymore, so they would rather show
our lives hanging from the ballads or on the skids.
Categories:
academically, confusion, introspection, people, political,
Form:
Dramatic Monologue
The work of a teacher is never done.
To think, that one must traverse a sea of minds.
Academically rowing against pop culture.
Nowadays, that's next to impossible.
Still, every weekday morning, they set sail
And prepare for the battle ahead.
Year after year, wave after wave.
Relentless.
Some years, the storms are harder.
Teachers.
Captains of their classrooms.
Always in search of the perfect way to teach!
That White Whale.
That Holy Grail of education.
However,
Like any sea, these minds are a force of nature.
Captains not fully able to change its direction
But completely capable of claiming its attention.
8 hours a day.
5 days a week.
Every school year.
Shaping the new generation.
Training new captains along the way.
Categories:
academically, education, sea, teacher,
Form:
Free verse
an apology approaches awesome ambience
adverse advances amass at altars
academically aroused arcades are absolved
astonishingly abrupt adverbs articulate arduously
atlas awakens all around
arrggghhhhh audacious aardvarks attack aimlessly
Categories:
academically, visionary
Form:
Alliteration