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Aged four and half, first day at school
he was going to prove he was no fool,
through boredom disrupted his class
which continued each following day alas,
by luck or fate proved he was not pathetic
my poor boy was diagnosed as dyslexic,
many years past struggling but determined
With this unfortunate disability he burdened,
art and design he found his path to success
through art college he did quickly progress,
at age of seventeen discovered with fear
a life threatening heart condition did appear,
after medical procedure, an electrical bypass,
returned to college awarded top of his class,
to university success predicted by forecasters
proved right after four years collected his masters,
with determination, belief, support and direction
Proved to me everyone can produce perfection.
Contest:- young people who have inspired you.
Copyright © Roy Pett | Year Posted 2017
High school's children of the year almost grown,
We are scattering seeds destined for the world.
Skipping at different shakes in the breeze,
Some of us will be caught in evergreens,
Held to never see beyond, devoured
By squirrels and birds.
Being chewed up and then spat out in feces,
All is not lost.
Several sprouts will spring from the ground up;
Others will escape and find their way again
In the wind.
Destiny does not just ride on the air:
Though it forces us into many follies,
Each of us pulls our own weight.
Locations undesirable must be crossed,
For how can we, as little seeds,
Expect to travel if we trap ourselves?
Though it is important we bloom,
The hills far away are patiently waiting
For our presence.
Copyright © Trenton Moore | Year Posted 2015
They said it's in my genetics from generations in the past,
My ancestors struggled with the same demons I face,
My up's, down's, mania's and I'm a consistent outcast,
The day I was born was the beginning of my crisis of faith.
"Oh, what a lovely little girl full of joy and sassiness,"
The signs were all there that I would struggle one day,
For in my blood I have inherited the will to be depressed,
And since that day I realized no one knew what to say.
Little girl growing up just to try to please everyone,
Teenager full of angst and suffering break downs,
Don't get me wrong, I've had a lot of fun,
But with too much liquor and so quickly did I drown.
Receiving genetic transmissions from all my predecessors,
Full of regret and shamefulness encompassing my soul,
Falling into the forever trap of high school's peer pressure,
Spinning and swerving and sleeping too far out of control.
By the time I hit thirty years old I cleaned up my act,
Sought professional help and support of my family,
Finally I have put forth sincere effort to get back on track,
Said one last goodbye to my distant best friend calamity.
See...these things I've been bestowed may sound bad,
But if not for the hell I wouldn't be heaven bound,
For in my blood there is triumph and I DON'T have to be sad,
And serenity and confidence I have finally found.
Why were there so many snakes crawling through my blood?
And how did I kill them at such a young age?
All the black electricity flowing through my body I unplugged,
And in the book of my journey I have flipped one more page.
Date Written: November 28, 2015
Copyright © Lu Loo | Year Posted 2015
Let the minnd be free to understand
Education is beyond the written print
Allow everyone to find their own answer
Remember the book is just useful tool
Never under estimate a person mind
It is able to fully grasp what it needs
Nothing is taught how the brain develops
Gifts of knowledge is giving by the mind
Copyright © john doherty | Year Posted 2015
dismissed ethics allegations over 18 years ago
how winter is my 2002 Olympic
how sad is my song
my soul my songs
taken in the black and used
to be a slave of money makers
the scandal of Utah never to be told
gets an Distinguished Service Award
how dose your slaving go
very well very well indeed
where are my people
has the government
frighten you into kitten
or just willing subjects
of the jungle beat
Copyright © verlecia fields | Year Posted 2017
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 bombers
I try too hard
to make my life good
to make my sure I wont live in a junkyard
from the second I was born I would be told I could
I could do anything I want
I could say anything I want
I could believe whatever I want
And it is as if life is making my life miserable by all of its taunts
The truth hurts they say
That luck will eventually come my way
School is a pit of destruction that crushed dreams more than it creates them
cause there is now way I can get my GPA, SAT, MCAS, or RPMs hight enough.
I love learning but hate being graded on the right answer.
There is more than one right answer and if if it doesn't fit in your ideal world
I will just have to become an exotic dancer
Cause I want to change education not become enrolled.
By, Brennan Gunster
Copyright © Brennan Gunster | Year Posted 2016
You are the SUN that shines
bright throughout my day
You are the gravity
that holds me down in every way
Doesn't matter if we are
NEAR or FAR away
I ADORE you head to toe
in every single way
You are the moon that
shimmers throughout my night
One smile from YOU
makes everything alright
You are the oxygen
that keeps me ALIVE
You are my HEART
that beats inside
You are the blood
that flows through me
You are the one who
Holds the KEY
Do you realize ALL of
HAPPINESS that you bring?
You are my rock
my hero my EVERYTHING
You are my one and ONLY
Your LOVE has saved me
from being negative & lonely
You showed me decent men do exist
I was not looking for any of this
But so GLAD
Let me guard down
So BLESSED with a rare
Gem not many around!
I SO appreciate all the
selfless things that you do
Simply YOU were made for ME
and I was made for YOU
SO lucky to get a second chance
to do it all RIGHT
My sweetheart I HOPE
to be with YOU
for the rest of my life
Copyright © Diana Vee | Year Posted 2016
the boiler is boiling, the coil is hot,
the pressure is 15, the system is not,
the pump is just kicking, the aquastat is shot,
and I'm just here thinking about the slip joint wrench!
Copyright © Keelan Joyce | Year Posted 2015
I've met doctors who have played the know it all role,
Who thought they knew all there was to know,
To listen to their hearts seemed a waste of their time,
Diagnosing a persons heart without even really hearing their cries,
This behavior disturbed me to no end,
Not wanting to share because of this attitude, can you really blame them,
They've already been labeled so why even try,
To take the time to look into their eyes,
To get to know them and be their friend,
Was not a part of their job description,
I would NEVER want that prestigious degree,
Thanks,,but NO THANKS, I'll wash dishes gratefully,
All the money in the world can't buy,
The love that I saw in their eyes,
When I look back to when I wanted to go back to college,
To get paid for my passion, I don't think I would want it!
Copyright © cortney bartholomew | Year Posted 2015
I wave good bye
But still your eyes are dry
I say Hi
But you walk right by
Why do I even try
Copyright © Black Lotus | Year Posted 2016
The story teller extrodinare,
He can fabricate everything down to the clothes that he wears,
He can take one sentence and make up fill in the blanks,
And can shoot out quotations like a mad lib game,
He can take what is said and turn it around,
And run with the story to entertain the crowd,
His creativity is off the chart,
He'll consume what is said and use them like darts,
And as you observe his next methodical move,
You'll tell him a story that has nothing to do with you,
His darts won't be flying in your direction,
Because your standing outside the game and can see the reflection.
Copyright © cortney bartholomew | Year Posted 2015
Silly little lost boy
Who thinks he's all grown
Who's graduated school
Who's moved away from home
The same little lost boy
Who cried to me last night
Saying that he's lonely
That he's not alright
Silly little lost boy
Blames himself for being alone
You can always come to me
Always come home
Silly little lost boy
You can't control the way you feel
The emotion is there
The pain is so real
Silly little lost boy
I am here till the end
To stand right beside you
To be your best friend
Copyright © Caitlyn Smith | Year Posted 2016
Under a big holm oak, I sat on a stone resting a little
the sun so early in the year was hot, years ago there were
flocks of sheep here they laid chewing ignoring me.
This year there is none not even pellet droppings
the landscape is being gentrified and no peeing up against a tree
It is strange when people who are not of the land
the first thing they do is to try trimming it and making smooths
tracks made of imported sand, plastic chair and a nice cuppa.
The extended field of olive trees lends itself to a golf course; they will
of course, leave a few trees with tall grass and call it the rough
little can be done give the developer a chance and Portugal
ends up looking like Florida, and architects will draw the same
dull estates and find some fancy names
for their vandalism.
But let them spend money before it comes crashing down
abandoned and nature can take it back, yes it has happened
before and with good reason when small farmers were so poor they
sought work on the other side of the ocean
and their old homes has trees growing through them
nothing is new only the name changes like a rabbit would care
Copyright © jan oskar hansen | Year Posted 2016
I'm not on to intimidate
Like to communicate
And will not hesitate
To always motivate
And to dedicate
Of course associate
One whom graduates
I don't navigate
To try to rotate
Or try to retaliate
And then speculate
Or try to manipulate
To always aggravate
That would frustrate
Then have to translate
What I don't want to communicate.
Written By: Unique Poetry 2015
Copyright © Michelle Born | Year Posted 2015
Thair is this girl called : peace , love & pie . Her dad jumps out of aero planes .
Noeboddy noze why ! She wants 2 jump from aero planes too !
But if her parachute doent open, she wood be thrue !
She has a girlfrend called apokkullips ! She duz not cum frum Egypt ,
Or like stepping on the x-men,s space ships ! This girl duzzint have minny cloze !
And she duzzint have any pantyhose ! She just graduated frum hy skool !
But she duzzint have a swimming pool ! She likes jumping rope in a southern park !
Wair rednecks swing flayming mace balls in the dark , and her frends play with
Hoolah hoops , and thay all look like a bunch of goofs !her dad,s job is
Falling frum the sky ! Why thay pay him 4 this . Noe one noze why!...
Copyright © John Hall | Year Posted 2016
All students can learn and we will find a away to teach them
Deadly grades and empty words
Stares that will bounce off the skin thick as your textbook
The words will sting when they sit in your veins
The words from the teachers make you crumble but making a mess in the hallway will put you in detention
The drive to school will make you want to disappear
No worries, you're invisible anyway
Crowds in the hallway almost always leaves bruises on the curled in shoulders
Nothing is as heavy as your bookbag, well, except your eyelids.
You'll understand barely enough, learn a little if you're lucky, and memorize till death
All students can learn and we will find a way to teach them
Copyright © JadeAlexis West | Year Posted 2016
My mother says that I'll never see.
My father says that I'll never hear.
My brother I'll never get higher than a C.
My sister says I'll never tolerate beer.
Every day, my family puts me down.
They say that they're just being realistic.
But there is one thing they didn't put on that excuse mound.
That they're not perfect, they're never optimistic.
Studies show that the reason bullies
Put others down,
Isn't to please,
Not because they find pleasure in the pound;
Not because they like to tease,
But that it brings them up.
To the brim of their cup.
Mom, I see that you're an alcoholic,
Dad, I hear that you're in a financial rut.
Brother, I've gotten all A's and and one B. But not higher than you are on your drugs.
Sister, you were right. Unlike you, I won't drink, or portray myself as a ****.
For helping my grades up to A's and B's.
For prohibiting drinking and drugging.
For opening my eyes and ears,
To see and hear,
That it's not me.
Copyright © Madelyn Nichols | Year Posted 2016
When I grew up
I stopped believing in God
Toys belong to the young
And Santa fanatics
I leave small light on
In my bedroom at night
The fear of darkness
Never left me
I know Christianity had
Taken hold of me
The darkness of the sinner
Never left me
I believe in the day
The truth must not be hidden
In Churches` recesses
Blood splash on walls tinsel
On the ground
New Year Eve in Istanbul
The fear never left
I saw a happy child play in a puddle.
Copyright © jan oskar hansen | Year Posted 2017
An experience from long ago,
He held onto, inside it made his heart cold,
He never let all the bitterness go inside,
With every new face these feelings he thought he could hide,
Transferred emotions, he couldn't even see the abuse,
The next person would pay, and he would subconciously use,
Until he can come to grips to face it head on,
The cycle will keep replaying that song.
Copyright © cortney bartholomew | Year Posted 2015
Standing before you all here today
Wishing I knew all the right words to say
We each reached this point in our life somehow
In a different way then our neighbors I vow
The credit is yours ,it was you who achieved
Stand and take your credit, it was you who believed
I can only stand and tell the story you wrote
All I did was be there and take note
To help you to explain the work that it took
For you to explain this point and not be overlooked
Copyright © Brenda Chiri | Year Posted 2016
i PROMISE myself to live life to the fullest
i PREFER to smile than frown
i enjoy meeting new PEOPLE and getting
to know their PERSONALITIES
i PERSONALLY like to be surrounded with
friends and family
i PRAY to God and PRAISE Him
i love to read and write POEMS
i have a PASSION for fashion, big time
i have PLENTY of PICTURES stored in
my PRETTY little mind
i'm by no means little miss PERFECT but I
try to stay humble and be grateful
i try to have PATIENCE not be PISSED off
i try to stay POSITIVE not PRETENDING
i have no shame in PROCLAIMING my love
i PROBABLY like you more than you know
i am PLEASED to meet you all new
and may we PAUSE for PEACE...Smile!
Akkina R Downing
Copyright © Akkina Downing | Year Posted 2017
It's Parent/Teacher interviews today,
Come along and share the blame,
They're graduating just the same,
Kids have a teacher free day,
We gave them Standardised Tests,
Their self-esteem needs a rest,
That's why this school has a fence,
Who's got the common sense?
Yes, the P/T interviews are today,
Come along and share the blame!
Copyright © Julie Grenness | Year Posted 2016
"Go on forth young graduates,
And show us who you are
You're now our future leaders
We know you will go far"
And so commencement ended
Pictures done and people changed
Now, off to private parties
All orderly pre-arranged
But four young girls stood waiting
Until they were alone
"Let's head out to the party
And tomorrow, we shall phone,
Each other and we'll organize
Our final tete a tete
We'll plan something so special
A thing we haven't thought of yet!"
So, they went their separate ways
And they thought of all the places
That would hold a fitting luncheon
For their girls group "The 4 Aces""
They all got home around half past five
And all slept till half ten
After breakfast, phones were ringing
As they planned to meet again.
They picked a little tea house
called "Flavored Leaves of Green"
They would meet for a tea party
They would really make the scene
A week today they chose to meet
To celebrate together
They'd meet for tea and cakes
Regardless of the weather
And one more time, they'd choose to wear
The prom dress from that year
Big frilly hats, and long white gloves
and all that froo froo gear
The day arrived and they showed up
All ready for their tea
The Aces all decked again
Their luncheon was at three
The girls all talked about their plans
Of school and summer work
Two would council campers
While the other two would clerk
They loved their day and played the part
Of ladies with no cares
They knew it was the only time
They'd dine here, to be fair.
The final act of these four friends
Before they left and packed
Was to sign a pledge between them all
You could say, a small pact
"In twenty years from this day forth
We'll meet again for tea
On July twenty seventh
Of the year Two thousand three"
The sheet was signed and on their way
They booked their reservation
The girls all hugged and said goodbye
To end their celebration
Now time went by as it always does
And each girl went a different way
But in twenty years, they all looked forth
To meet again that day
The firtst Ace, Jill, went on to school
And married while she studied
She lost track of her Aces friends
Their paths were slightly muddied
She went to school in Omaha
A vet she chose to be
Her marriage lasted fifteen years
And...well, children...she had three.
Andi, chose to work instead
She left town to chase rainbows
She knew that here, her pot of gold
Would be wherever she chose
She moved out to Chicago
Where she was a big success
She became a photo artist
With a Lakeshore Drive address
Cindy, well...dear Cindy
Married five times through the years
Each one was shorter than the last
And one....just fifteen beers
They chose to split the very night
They they chose to become one
He left with her head bridesmaid
And the catfight....it was fun
Cindy spent two nights in jail
For beating up her beau
And she really laid a beating,
In her words, "Upon that ho"
Lucy, never did leave town
But she let on that she did
For at high school graduation
She was pregnant with her kid
Her boy was born at Christmas
She did not even tell his dad
He was off to find his fortune
And she sometimes wished she had
But, she made up tales to tell her son
Of who his father was
But, she never told the truth to him
And that was her son's loss
She worked around the village
Never really getting out
She did her best for her son Jamie
There never was a doubt
She loved this boy with all her heart
And so she chose to stay
She'd sacrifice her future
And she'd dream of "just what may"
have happened to her if she left
If he had not been born
But, to her, a life with out him
Made her feel sad, forlorn
Twenty years past by so fast
The Aces plans were set
Each one had hoped the other
Would not dare to forget
Allthough good friends in high school
They'd never kept in touch
They went different directions
Their new lives, well....were their crutch
Cindy was the first to show
So, she stayed outside to smoke
When a voice came from behind her
And she knew just who had spoke
Lucy, grabbed her arm
And then she hugged her really tight
At least two of the four Aces
had remembered, got it right
They went inside to grab a seat
And Jill came in behind
And over by the bar was where
Andi, they would find
They all dressed up and wore big hats
And prom dresses as a lark
And they sat and told their stories
Of their lives till after dark
They vowed that they would stay in touch
And that they would converse
They all agreed they'd talk this time
And nothing could be worse
Than twenty years of silence
Between friends like the Four Aces
Even though they lived such different lives
They missed each other's faces
Another pact was signed this night
But this one for five years
To meet again for tea and cakes
And they signed it through their tears
Cindy left to catch her flight
and Andi left as well
Then Jill got up and hugged Lucy
And then she bade farewell
This left Lucy all alone
At the table all alone
When a gentleman came over
And he sat down with a groan
"Your party was successful"
Lucy smiled at his words
He was the tea house owner
A collector of rare birds
She thanked him for the party
It was one she could not miss
And on her way out past him
She gave him a light kiss
For not only did the tea room
Belong to this kind man
He was also her employer
For, 'twas his kitchen that she ran
You see, now it's been twenty years
Since they went to lead their lives
Some becoming so successful
Some becoming moms and wives
But Lucy, never left this burg
She raised her son alone
And she'd worked at this small tea house
It was her second home
She did not have the money
To come in as a guest
But her boss, was a sweetheart
And he'd made this night the best
Tomorrow she'd be back at work
Making meals for those who came
To the "Flavored leaves of Green"
and she'd be Lucy, once again..
Copyright © roger turner | Year Posted 2018
The strangest appointment, a moment in time,
An eternal impression, our heart's connect with our eyes,
If there is no such thing as time in heaven,
Can we comprehend just a moment as everlasting?,
If only known for a few minutes, or hours on end,
It doesn't deplete the relationship of the love the moment sends,
So stranger, if I shake your hand?,
Or we sat together in the same room for a certain time span,
If we happened to exchange glances without words,
Or just with one look we understood each others hurt,
It may have been only a couple of minutes here,
But in heaven it will feel like I've known you for years,
For love has no limit and here on earth based on time,
There are no clocks with this lifeline
Copyright © cortney bartholomew | Year Posted 2016
I couldn't sleep for the whole night,
as I can't get a side which is bright
I'm just thinking about all the stuff,
Will life become a lesson so tough?
There seems to come the last days with my college mate,
Now, Will they start searching for my soul mate?
Oh Mom and Dad, you know that I don't want to get yet married,
Please don't make me feel that I'm a burden to be carried
I've a lot of dreams in my eyes,
I want to fly like a bird in the skies
There doesn't come a halt to my lines,
as all I'm facing is fears and lies
Please take away all these lies and fears,
As no more of it Ankita is able to bear.
Copyright © Ankita Jain | Year Posted 2017