Best Graded Poems

Our final test will be graded
When our breath has dissipated
Life itself is our final test
Final grade when we’re laid to rest

Taking the test may make...

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Pull out the easel
   set the canvas 
    positioned long and slender clean slate.
Sketch the figures huddled and dark-bound hostage
...

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The Dream, The Judgement And The Final Plea


If my beating heart were to be graded,
Through clear prism of hidden things not oft seen;
Let it be...

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The horizon cuts straight, long, hard
silently declining less than a degree

like toys across a cartoon’s one frame stillness
a small yacht rocks like a child’s boat
a...

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No one lives in a democracy opening word lie 
Let's be frank for a moment we are all slaves 
unto a taxpaying system none the...

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I feel the familiar burn of abandonment
A feeling that anyone sane would resent
And yet I bask in it—the disconcerted lament

Angrily I tear at the seas...

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I just tried out Soup’s grammar checker
It graded my work at just three
I smashed my IPad into pieces
You might say it kind of irked me

So...

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The teacher stood in front of the class,
“Today, she said, “I’m giving you the same assignment I give every year!”
“Please write what you want to...

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When school kids sit those maths tests,
A couple of times each year,
They get that pale stressed look from 
No sleep and that “failure” fear.
Wearily streaming...

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The Feeling of Fishing while Floating
Is Graded on Goading, and Gloating

Bystanders oft blindly believe
In salmon the size of my sleeve

Tall Tales at the Time Told...

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By Edmund Siejka



A high school English teacher 
Issues a challenge
Her class
Is to write a poem.
 
Reading a student’s poem
Her experienced eye
Searches for
Imagery
Metaphor
Tone
Point of view 
Ultimately...

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The location of the Spring Creek School was on a flat, nestled 
between the cliff on the north and the Little White River on the...

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My speech ain’t elegantly refined,
my words don’t dress up none too properly
Simply cloth words with no aristocratic design,
just plain, unassuming ghetto vocalese
Though I’m very familiar...

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The crude beast of my future
I know I will never be super
I cant make honors
so my life will by shattered like the trail left by...

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It is all that's about
speechless moments full of 
thoughtful comments
and endless monitoring hours...

Absence of my sound,
does not mean I am not around,
does not prove I...

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