thank you thank you to my mentor
she seen in me in me no one could see
write your poetry but use virgule
and diligent I write tons of nonsense
with no virgules as I am a bad student
but you forever in my heart never to be forgotten my mentor.
Copyright © catherine labeau | Year Posted 2015
I pray not for power or place, only for the
simple grace to look my neighbors in the face.
I seek not for silver or gold but only for the peace of God that brings
contentment to the soul.
I pray for the devotion and virtue of Ruth.
For the wisdom to take kindly the counsel of years and
gracefully surrender the things of youth.
For the courage of Esther I pray as before the king she
stood that day.
Father, give me a will and heart to be all you created me to be, and prosper
my hands to your work accordingly.
I pray that my life be an example of Proverbs thirty-one.
Copyright © Lori Lucas McClure | Year Posted 2011
once upon a time
one knew how to begin
the state of the day dream,
by removing the mind,
shedding the every day
paraphernalia, then escaping
into a realm just
above the physical
wishes were formed
refined into possibilities.
great words were put together
fashioning unforgettable thoughts
ideas. solve the world,
feed the hungry, succour the afflicted
find lasting love
with someone who understands.
that was once upon time
when youth invaded every corner
of life with depth of
time. now it has shrunk
crept away unnoticed into
the place of things forgotten.
reverie of age has become,
into this wandering mind-time
now the escape does
not require active initiation.
it flows without boundaries
between here, now, and then.
the shape has changed from
slightly tenuous but graspable
to muzzy melted cotton candy
clouds sweet but impossible
to construct. depth is lost
with the passage of time
the betrayer of all day dreams.
presently lay down,
surrounded by personnel myths
slowly, gently transmogrify
into whom you have always been.
Copyright © PATRICIA CRESSWELL | Year Posted 2017
Here we stand as a pride
Looking into each other’s eyes
As all the years go roaring by
We finally get to see where
Coming from the bottom with our
Roar seeming small
But now here we are; standing tall
As we grow up big and strong
We have figured out
Who we are
No longer going with the pack
But being your own leader
With a nice pat on your back
The beating of your heart
The smile on your face
Here we are lions and here we shall stay.
At first we were lost
But we have found our way
Here we are though
Spending our final
Copyright © nicole ussery | Year Posted 2015
I remember when we were growing up and the first day I started school.
I was nervous as could be, and then you walked in trying to be so cool.
As the year progressed we became very close, and you took me
under your wing, and I think thats what I admired about you the most.
I remember by the time we reached middle school people thought we were
related,and as I think back about how shy I was and how I am now just
makes me elated.
By the time we reached high school we did just about everything together,
and vowed that even after graduation no matter what we would remain friends
College came and we both knew that we would regret this day, for I knew
you were the smarter one therefor I knew we would have to go our sererate
The years have past and time has been good to us. Both or us married, kids
our health, and our friendship still in tact is better than any amout of wealth.
People say time goes on and accept things for the way that they are,
but I'm here to tell you our friendship will never change, and I know
that in my heart because no matter what the distance we were friends
from the very start.
Copyright © Edward LaMarre | Year Posted 2008
Teenage Girls clad in the latest fashions,
Do it whenever they meet,
Grown men aren't afraid to show some passion,
When their team's comeback is complete,
They can say hello, they can say goodbye,
And anything inbetween,
If you open your arms and crack a smile,
There is nothing that a hug cannot mean.
Copyright © Al Parry | Year Posted 2013
The day’s hot-the wind like a convection oven
Blows hot air in our faces.
My cap and gown insulates me
Baking me like a potato wrapped in aluminum foil
I desperately fan myself and look around
My eyes search for my peers and see;
The bros that survived school with me;
The others who shouldn't have;
The girls with memories already wet in their eyes;
The people I never met and will never know;
All desperately fanning themselves
In silence and in waiting.
We all are waiting for the same thing-
What's next to come.
For some it will be their names
For another a trip to boot camp
For many including myself- college
A couple can't wait to forget the tortures of high school
And a few will already be planning our high school reunion
because it was the best years of their life.
As I bow my head, not out of sadness,
but out of sheer defeat by the sun,
I scuff up my dress shoes in the clumpy grass of the field-
that just finished another infamous drawn out lacrosse season,
I'll be thinking about the 4 plus years, 8 seasons,
worth of drilling and conditioning I did in that very field and on the surrounding track,
With a flash of ivory across my sweating face
I'll be thinking about
All the nooks and crannies
that I sanctioned for the intimate meetings of my girlfriends
The times caught and not,
All the heartbreaks and rejections,
The friends made, the best friends kept, and the many lost.
The drama, stupidity, and immaturity,
Everything that was and used to be.
And, all this time spent waiting-preparing
for this one moment
You can't help but remember it all
And with one, final sweet goodby-
Copyright © Nicholas Bello | Year Posted 2013
Dancing all around
Frolicking through fields
Just like you!
Copyright © Smail Poems | Year Posted 2013
From a school or college
Ceremony connected with commencement
All degrees marked
Classification into grades
According to amount, size, quality, etc.
Copyright © Smail Poems | Year Posted 2013
Graduation day is
the light at the end
of the tunnel,
A parental dream
that has finally
All their hopes and
desires come true,
A victory , proud
It is a joyful
event, after much
Tears and sweat,
nights spent in
An accomplishment of
a glorious endeavor,
A smile accompanied
by a deep sigh,
With a gown and
they show themselves
a new to the world,
That one can dream
and dare to be
Copyright © Chandrasekar Singaram | Year Posted 2013
Lost in Youth
Rainbows in the clouds, walking on railroad tracks , locomotives up close
Kickball games , I am left footed, spooky reflections in a mirror, running naked
Wooden desks and chairs, kids in the classroom , the little girl across the street
Black and white T.V., Air conditioning , a new blue car, exhaust fumes
The farm, coal fired furnace , warm heating ducts
a collie , a cocker spaniel and a horse named Thunder
Dark starry nights , telescopes , comets and satellites
Northern winters, snow covered fields ,sledding, frozen lakes , and Orion
Camping in fields , mosquitoes bites , quiet dawns and heavy morning dew,
Grandparents ,riding lawn mowers , apple trees , flower and vegetable gardens
Southern Summers , warm muggy nights , ceiling fans ,open screened windows
Screened in porches, ancient toys, , tiny transistor radios, baseball games talking late into the night
Badminton , side lawns , and long rides home
Public pools , icy waters and underwater swims
Trombone , marching band and high school football games
Sleepy classes, friends , lunchroom games, and girls
High school graduation , college and final goodbyes
Copyright © jim joyce | Year Posted 2012
For these which stand before you good parents and friends
Are embellished with all your dreams for futures to come
Dressed in alma mater robe, mortar hat and tassel now adorned
You have gathered as witness for this day of a dozen years longed
It is your hearts -with pride- as you watch and listen with both a smile and tear
For that so cherished name upon your lips anticipating
Awaiting the bursting applause with in your hearts
Viewing now the man whom you once held in your arms
As your graduate smiles and takes his just earned reward
Hail to thee- our alma mater- do the graduates stand and sing
Hail to thee – may we always remember the cost of this liberty
Copyright © Mark Goodson | Year Posted 2014
I was just trying to remember the past
trying to remember the good people
and the bad people,
that i came across on my way,
i want you to know
that you are among the good people
that left a good trace in my life,
once again i just want to say thank you
for passing through my life,
is so short but is wonderful
i want you here forever.
Copyright © VICTOR BUN | Year Posted 2012
The great unknown,
an ocean away.
Goodbyes and hellos
all in one day.
searching for peace.
Freedom at last,
a hopeful release.
The journey continues,
new stories are made.
Free to feel joy,
chains of debt paid.
A story is written,
each day a new page.
Full speed ahead
into a new age.
Copyright © Karlin K. Jensen | Year Posted 2013
You almost had me,
I wanted you,
The way you stuck to me like super glue,
I was feeling you,
But I knew,
I could never have you,
But, the way you looked at me,
The way my body pleads,
We can never be,
Because I’m too old,
And your only thirteen.
Copyright © Anthony Scandrick II | Year Posted 2013
He was in none of my classes
In the 1980's
And I saw him only on test days
Where one had to perform his "kata"
And fight in the ring
For the Sensai to do his thing
At these graduation tests
Where we seeked the next higher belt
Several schools would meet
And it was on one of these occasions,
I met a student with the most deadly feet...
Wasn't that he kicked well,
Or scared us in the ring,
It was the putrid odor,
That made our noses so sting
I doubt he'd washed his feet in decades,
The stench was so very strong,
Sitting there waiting to fight,
I wondered what was going wrong
He wasn't even near me,
But yet I choked and gagged
And when i did get closer,
I knew I had the culprit tagged
I but merely hoped I didn't have to fight him,
Though I knew I could kick his ass,
But the thought of those stinking feet near me
Would be like being exposed to toxic gas
Well, I lucked out
His stench used
In someone else's bout..
But the memory of that smell
Lingers on until this day
I don't know if I can explain it,
I don't know quite what to say...
A power like that,
Stronger than martial arts,
Done merely with lack of soap...
I suppose I could have saved money
And joined him as a dope.
Copyright © tom bell | Year Posted 2008
Eyes of Seminary – Zamreen Zarook
Every day in our lives has different fragrance,
God give us various things in abundance,
Day by day knowledge is gained in accordance,
Things depend according to the attendance.
Two years of studies,
Helped us to come out with various abilities,
Extremely joyful moments with buddies,
But life said every aspect has its boundaries.
Teachers become very friendly,
They approach us very kindly,
They speak on us exaggeratedly,
Because they know, if not we might behave badly.
Big shots in the school boundary,
These are years of foundry,
It helped us to find and go for laundry,
Marvelous days, fully packed with sundry.
Various angles the kith and kins are civilized,
It’s because our knowledge is enhanced,
Guys and girls turned well experienced,
That’s why we call it levels of advanced.
Copyright © Zamreen Zarook | Year Posted 2013
Today is a new day it's 6am and I have woke up to skate it's too early in the day to let troubles ruin your day I'm going to work a 12 hour sift just for today a lot of things on my mind that need to be cleared away and not with the use of haze so I'll just have to skate my troubles away today is a new day tell my problems go away so I can just skate the only problem I have is not being able to skate
Copyright © Jordan Hedgepeth | Year Posted 2015
The year has passed,
so long ago,
And now its time for us to go
We've said or prayers,
So spread your wings,
its time to fly
We wont forget our childhood here
But now its time for
A Brand New Year.
Copyright © Mariam Traore | Year Posted 2014
This is my time to shine,
To live a life that is mine.
This is my time to glow,
And let my true feelings show.
This is my time to cry,
To laugh, and to sigh.
This is my time,
And only mine.
I won't let it pass me by,
Like a fading star in the midnight sky.
This is my time.
Copyright © Brianna Parsons | Year Posted 2016
Graduating college where do I stand
I know God has a big plan
A plan for me
I'll just wait and see
Where my life takes me
And opportunities that arise
My future is definitely a big surprise
I have this feeling inside
That God will guide
He'll guide me through my life that is
Hopefully one day I'll be in show biz
I love to write and read and learn
To be successful is something I yearn
To make a difference in the world
No longer am I a little girl
Copyright © Alyssa Marie | Year Posted 2013
Graduation, Caps and Gowns,
Proms and Staying up All Night.
One Last Gigantic Party
Before You Enter Life's Great Fight.
You Haven't Got a Single Clue
About the Things You'll Have to Face,
But You're More than Something Special'
And Won't Lose in Life's Long Race.
So Enjoy Yourself Tonight
The Memories Will Live Forever.
And You'll Look Back with Fondness
At the Last Time You Were All Together.
One Thing I Would like to Say,
Just from Me to You.
Deep down Inside You Hold the Key,
To Whatever You Wish to Do.
4 24 93
Copyright © Connie Moore | Year Posted 2013
So here it is, the ending 12 years
a 14 year sonnet subtracted by two
12 years of memories, of loves, of loss
12 years of friendships, of laughs, of sobs
here it is, the ending
I can't say I'm impressed nor depressed
see the way I have expressed
my departure from this crazy facility
I'm too overjoyed, jumping off my feet
doing cartwheels in my sleep
when slumber finally rolls in
yelling, screaming how I am finally free
to do as I please
with a gigantic smile upon my face
cause I know I won't miss this God forsaken place
though darkening like the sky
when the rain clouds clumsily clump around the sun
is the image of Scarlett Jade
sitting her usual corner without a smile
a smile faded into my faded jeans pocket
It's not about me, it's a lie fit to deceive
I love her
don't care who knows, don't care who tries to convict me for it
I love her
and in all ecstatic glory
I feel my own eyes start to swell, I'm alone
the red shown is the only inaudible confession
of her passing through my mind once more
The felt moment of her embrace, of her touch
told me mutely of the words she couldn't speak
even though she proposed she spoke them all
although I'm aware there's more to be shared
on both sides
but with sore shoulders I must raise my head
and be the first to speak
...just not today
I'm not ready today
for fear I may become stormy eyed
and stay, refuse to remove myself from her arms
I'd rather bask in the sun
and celebrate the last Friday
of a 12 year fiasco
of a 12 year endeavor
of a 12 year mayday parade
of a 12 year adventure
12 years,12 years; I guess I grew up here...
Copyright © Crow thepoet | Year Posted 2016
My wheels roll on, as my speed is very fast.
Each day is a memory, one I share.
Share with a special friend, with long black hair.
I see you in the hall, while you look past.
Wonder if you will remember our class.
As for the girl, who follows me to class and everywhere.
I hope you'll remember the girl made of glass.
As we both wonder if we'll end up elsewhere.
If we look back, we will realize high school wasn't all that bad.
As our graduation nears we all have some fears.
I hope we all have had the same fun.
After all these were just our high school years.
As if the girl made of glass has shattered from these tears.
I hope we all had a great fantastic year.
Because this poem reveals not only how i feel but it also reveals more then just happy tears.
Never forget these high school years, also never forget the girl made of glass.
Copyright © Dark times | Year Posted 2016
Fireworks, like gunshots,
Make great and astounding sound
Congrats, GRADS! Good luck!
Crowds of commotion
Party like no tomorrow
Happy, HARD future!
Happiness and cheer
Overflow in everyone
I'm simply...in awe! C-x
Totally cool seniors - RAD!
Sad to see them go . . . .... . . ... .. . . . . .
Copyright © JW Earnings | Year Posted 2014