Best Graduate Poems
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.
Composed 02/03/2017.
Contest:- young people who have inspired you.
Bird Seed
The power of a small kindness,
can never be overstated.
Let me watch
Till the end.
The world is on
Threat to the end.
More ambitions
Global warming
Deadly bio weapons
Increased tensions.
Someday they shall plough the field
To harvest of corpses
Then not certain who will die or survive,
But surely the land will not be more fertile.
Deep sleep of ignorance
A day it will cover your sense
When millions of your cries
Will not respond to peace tries.
This upcoming horror movie
My dear lazy friends
Will finish last blockbuster
Till the end of the theater.
Don't try to disturb
I am enjoying the hollywood movie
Either you or I can make fun
But the world is on its head of gun.
God's mercy and love raised you to this tier,
Amid the party of graduates assembled here.
So, think not of self more highly than you ought,
For it is the Lord's grace that kept you unfraught.
Try not to conform to the actions of this world,
But let your minds be renewed by this conferral.
Wisely put The Lord's perfect will to the test,
And hold fast to what your heart knows is best.
Honor one another above self and guard your faith;
Love what you deem sincere and leave evil to scathe.
Share with each other in need and keep hopes high,
Be humanly hospitable and let your service edify.
Seek not to do evil to repay a slight,
For integrity is the practice of being right.
Let peace be your goal when dealing with others;
We please the Lord by being sisters and brothers
Dear graduate, this is a happy day.
Your schooling’s done. I hope your folks are proud.
Toss those caps to the sky. You’re on your way.
Shout Hallelujah now, and shout it loud.
But when the fanfare’s over, take some time
to contemplate what next you want to do.
Life is not easy; it’s an upward climb
for most of us, but I have faith in you.
Take some time to pray if you want to know
what’s next for you. Seek guidance if you can
from counselors, but right now, you’re aglow!
Bask in success, young woman or young man.
When celebration time is done, you’ll start
life’s journey as you work toward each goal.
Be diligent and show the world your heart.
Trust in yourself; you are a worthy soul.
April 6, 2021
for BJ Legros Kelley's A Graduation Blessing Poetry Contest
You be the sea
I’ll be the stone
Waiting and waiting
On your seashore
To eternity and beyond
Miracles happen
Miracles happen
Miracles always
Happen!
You be the wave
I’ll be your wind
Caring and caring
Your waves i’the sand
To eternity and beyond
Miracles happen
Miracles happen
Miracles always
Happen!
You be the splash
I’ll be the waiting
You be the kiss
I’ll be the fading
Miracles happen
Miracles happen
To eternity and beyond
Miracles always
Happen!
You be the tears
I’ll be your salt
You be t’seabed
I’ll be your heaven
Miracles happen
Miracles happen
To eternity and beyond
Miracles always
Happen!
You be the darkness
I’ll be your ridge
Flying and flying abyss
Meeting sunlight
To eternity and beyond
Miracles happen
Miracles happen
Miracles always
Happen!
Ambiguously the two exist as one,
Sustaining each other in harmony.
Fortuitously they come and they go,
Lost and found, they’re wrapped around.
Light with darkness; darkness with light,
The balance seen by the naked eye.
All things moving within their own orbit,
No directions are known in time and space.
Chaotically they dance in rhythm and rhyme,
Energetically they burst through all universes.
Cosmetically appealing from their first dimension,
Spreading their wings over all things.
Filling the void with a voice of reason,
The dragon breath that once gave life,
To the eggs of creation, the twins alike,
Carries forth the knowledge and wisdom.
One more year before the wild bird flies her coop.
Not bad. Bravo. Wise one.
You are more than enough.
Your optimism shines throughout your poems.
You know yourself.
Any idea how rare that is?
There are seventy-year olds who have no idea of themselves
They live a life set down by others
Follow a path
not their own
They do not realize there was a choice
No one said it
Whether miserable or barely happy, they do not complain
Knowing no better.
One more year before you leave the family nest, my friend
Your words will carry you to great heights,
You will write poetry to help save the others
It will come more naturally and completely
as you sleep in a nest of your own making
With pillows you choose and a comforter that
makes you feel safer than you had ever dared dreamed.
A mere 365 days until you can be fully, utterly, diabolically you.
Live spontaneously! Enthusiastically kick around your joy.
Take risks. Love people no one else ever would or could.
Bring home stray puppies. Dance your dance. Sing your song.
You are on your way. Only 365 days. I am so proud of you.
I see the optimism and enthusiasm in your poetry, and I smile
realizing you are heading toward the biggest adventure of your life.
I love this for you. Take risks. Have fun. Fear no one.
Enjoy yourself like you have never enjoyed yourself before.
Happy birthday. It is almost time....
Sometimes it’s hard to hold back tears of overwhelming joy,
as I ponder on all of my blessings, makes me as excited as a child with a brand-new toy.
As I gaze at the clear blue sky so pristine above
It makes me think of the Lords ever abounding love.
When I witness the wonder in rolling fields of wheat,
I know that without the love of God, I am incomplete.
I know the comforter who resides within my heart.
I give thanks first thing when I awake for the presence of a brand new start.
God is faithful and will not tempt us beyond what we can bear,
So with all my possessions and talents, I gladly share.
I search not for glory nor honor, riches or fame,
But in all the days of my life, I shall give God all the glory and praise his holy name.
As our time draws to a close,
Cherished times from my memory flows,
From p.e with Mrs. to religion class
"My, how the time did pass!"
For years I'd called this place home,
With the greatest family ever known,
Who're with me through thick and thin,
To thank you....I can't begin.
Right now I'd like to recall,
those times when we were small,
Fr. McDonald remember pointing a sword at me
Yelling "you" as the snow you'd seen?
To those who are no longer here,
I'd like to make this clear,
Even though you no longer see
I still consider you as family.
So much has changed with much time,
In this blessed place of mine,
When we were fairies in 7th grade,
To daughters who-for crimes paid.
So I'll thank you once again,
As our time must now end,
From here into the world we'll go,
From your teachings we must grow.
We'll never forget what we received here,
For had the thought not appeared
To this day we'd of never arrived,
Nowhere else could we of thrived!
Six years
Punctuated with a walk across a stage
A piece of paper
Representing a past and future
listen to the cheers and whistles
This is your moment
It is ours as well
For you are the realization of our dreams
Our hearts are filled with love
See the fruition of our pride
Languish in our hugs and smiles
We know it has not been an easy path
You have chosen well
You have persevered
Celebrate this victory of the mind
Look too the illumination of your future
For now the possibilities begin
Your path continues forward
The mountain rises
Strengthened legs will aid your ascent
View the magnificence before you
Stop along the way
Rest when it is needed
Drink from the moutain streams
Smell the flowers for they are your reward
Sit and enjoy the view
Be thankful
Appreciate where you came from
Know that you are never alone
We will have picnics with you along the way
Be nourished by our love
Eat of our words
Be bolstered by our song
For life
Although not always easy
It is to be celebrated
So we celebrate
Yesterday that brought you here
Today when you walk across a stage
And tommorow
Each and every tommorow
For we know
We have always known
You are a gift from God!
Congratulations Matthew, we are beyond proud of you.
For those who don't know, Matthew means Gift from God.
The meaning of Life:
To touch, to feel, to see;
To know without shadows of doubt
of One's immortality.
Life is the kindergarten of the Cosmos;
A proving ground of worth.
Evolutionary graduations
Lift us high about the earth.
Reflections of the sunset
Through the prisms of our eyes,
Shine on as true illusions as Life
Laughs at our naivete and keeps smiling at our lies.
Graduate to a higher framework of thinking.
Move into the upper class of the Divine.
Life is not narrow, restrictive or limiting;
It's all in your state of mind.
Guard carefully your thoughts and emotions.
Sift them for the brightest nuggets of gold.
Glean out the best and most perfect image
Of your Highest Good that you can hold.
Then, let it shine in each moment and hour.
Fight yourself to save your own Soul.
You hold the key to your future and destiny
As you watch eternity unfold.
You've graduated with honors, you're over the hump,
with not many hoops left through which to jump.
You've left behind all that you hold dear
and stepped forward blind, but never fear.
We've set no traps for you to fall into.
We're harmless, benign, kindhearted and true.
We like your style, we love your quick wit,
but we're keeping track, we freely admit.
We're writing it all down for a future roast
and if ever we share, your name'll be toast.
But we promise you not to draw blood,
just want you to know, your name'll be mud.
So this is it. It’s finally here.
Your last school day has come
No more morning drop offs
No more rushed school run.
No more sandwiches to pack
No more sports kit to acquire
No frantic searching for the socks
Hiding somewhere in the dryer
No more crazes to embrace
No whirring fidget spinners
No scoubidos or scooters
No more school hot dinners
No more earnest pleas for help
Or passionate persuasions
To help with your maths homework
And solve quadratic equations !
A vista stretches far behind
When you were very young
And had to have your hair combed flat
But never in a bun !
Mum was taking all the flack
When your bottom lip would wobble
Armed with just a hairbrush
And a Clare’s, Pink Princess, bobble
Selling cakes and muffins
When cake stall day came round
Besieged by hungry children
At the home time bells shrill sound
Scrubbing out car carpets
With some enzyme killing spray
And vowing I would NEVER
Take you back to “Shakeaway”
No more sunny sports days
Then a picnic under trees
Nor helping at school discos
When the heat hit 80 degrees !
No more frantic walks to school
No chatting at the gate
No more nudge to hurry up
So we didn’t sign in late
No more uniform to buy
No September feet to measure
No school concerts to attend
And glow with pride and pleasure
No more avid watching
For the slightest trace of snow
Yearning for a snow day
Tuned to local radio
No more parents evenings
Time to sort out all the debts
To remember all those good times
and never have regrets.
We will treasure all these moments
Hold them close within our heart
There are other seas for you to sail
So soon you must depart.
These memories are so precious
These moments are so rare
So wherever life’s path takes you
If you need us - we’ll be there.
I wave good bye
But still your eyes are dry
I say Hi
But you walk right by
Why do I even try