Best Classmates Poems

I'm young with no identity,
A faceless boy, alone and shy.
To classmates, a nonentity;
My parents fret and wonder why.

I'm part of the unnoticed pack.
I step aside...

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After many cold winters, they met again, 
Under the poplar tree on a starry moonlit night.
Though they had planned it over many a time,
It came...

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Fifty-year class reunions are stricken with sadness:
Former classmates falling apart before my eyes.
Jane uses a walker, and Stan exhibits madness.
Wages of age foreshadow classmates’ demise.

In...

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Her hearing and sight were taken away
When she was just about two years old,
She struggled to become what she did - 
An example, brilliant and...

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A Sample of some of the genres I write it...Nature, family, depression...just a taste...just a taste. These are all reposts and can be found along...

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Understanding Suicide Understanding Me

Awhile back I had a dear friend contact me to ask if I heard about the young mans suicide at a nearby...

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Me....,
a shy ..,
 and 
bashful guy
always kept me.,
confined to last bench..
down my head,
huddled heart ,
blenched my breathes and 
arms always clenched..


Staring with a thief eye
to...

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We have something in common, a fellow I talk to now and then. We’re about the same age and perhaps the only ones in the...

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We were kissing behind the bike sheds 
The future Mrs Bronte and I 
Get yourselves up to see the head 
We heard our teacher cry.
The...

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Today we over use this word hate,                  ...

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Tassels are turned, and caps are in the air,
High school ends just like that with a handshake.
This is a day we’ve been waiting to share
But...

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My sister Susie loved picking her nose
To her chagrin her little finger froze
It was stuck so far
Doc used a crowbar
Finger up nose - not a...

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Year after year, young people inspire me.
The freshness of youth brings forth curiosity.
Diversity and personality scream, it seems –
Noisily, boisterously, playfully, hope knocks.
Each child has...

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If I were a Mermaid

If I were a Mermaid my name would be Margo and I’d live in the deepest blue sea 
 I’d swim...

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Gone,
faces 
of my youth,
my family,
my friends and classmates
all of them have gone on.
Some early and some later.
None left to share my memories.
The world is a...

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