Best Highschool Poems
i am a possibility
of many possibilities
i am a ratio
an indecisive factor
in the rest of what this dimension has to offer
the world is a top
i spin it and predict the probability
that the end will equal the means
or perhaps surpass it
even if i never surpass this muck-up
these broken eardrums
and the inquisition of my empty head exclaiming empty words
and i don't even exist
especially to the solipsists, nihilists
and i no longer give a sh--
i am now officially some lazy apathetic prick
oh i could have been a possibility
but that possibility was so small
that you'd need a magnifying glass
and some tweezers
i am rust, oxified and tearing up
i am crust, the sh-- in the ring on the toilet
i am lust, but never just enough
i am bust
i am a loser without a leash and/or choke chain
I've gotten better
Or so I thought
Cuz suddenly the words
I'm not okay
And
I want to die
Left my mouth
Which is weird
Because I thought I was better
But that's not a thing right
It doesn't get better
It only gets worse
And this is just the beginning
I dont deserve to he here
I lie
I cheat
I steal
I'm selfish
So if I do all those things
Why am I here
Why do I exist
If I'm being honest
This words is better without me in it
So why do I stay
Why do I put myself thru life
Because suicide is selfish
You think it'll only effect you
But when you die
You have to look down
And see your loved ones mourning you
Your mom and dad crying
Thinking we should have known
My sibling crying
Thinking there all alone
My grandparents crying
Thinking why did this happened
My dad crying
Because he will never get to walk be down the aisle like we always talked about
My mom crying
Because she'll think it's her fault
My grandmother crying
Yelling “mamala”
My grandfather crying and comforting my grandma
My best friend crying
Because we never got to move in together and be roommates like we always talked about
My little brother crying
Because we never got to speed in my car and blast loud music like we always talked about
Dieing isn't an option
Living is an option
I want to blast music and speed in my car with my little brother
I want to move in with my best friend and be roommates
I want my dad to walk me down the aisle
I want to be my sisters maid of honor and see her get married
I want to see my brother grow up get his first girlfriend
I want to stay with my grandparents
I want to stay with my aunt who is like my second mom
I want to stay
Want to stay
To stay
Stay
We were high school sweethearts you were my dream come true. We were
inseperable through and through and the love we shared for each other could
surpass no other. We got engaged and my dream was true as my love for
you grew and grew. We got married and you became a Marine and i became
your wife then we went out to California and started our new life. We were
so happy and life was so good. We had our first child and what a joy i felt
so blessed he looked just like you. The years passed by and we had our second
son he was so sweet so full of laughter and such a joy. Then the years went
by and we drifted apart that really broke my heart. I finally let you go hoping
with all my heart you would return but that you did not. My love for you is
still in my heart there are days i miss you and nights my heart cries for you.
If only we had believed in each other more and not chosen to part. How I
Miss you So.
I do not see further meaning
behind the choice of word
To analyze this is demeaning
I think it is absurd
Whoever decided to write this
must of been high as a kite
If you want this class to be treacherous
stab me to make it a fair fight
The only thing less moving than poetry
is the clock up on the wall
Time is is no hurry
to set me free into the hall
My teacher tries to no avail
perhaps I’m unable to learn
Or maybe all poets are evil
and just want the world to burn
Memories, dear memories, I hold them close,
Treasures from the past fondly disposed,
In photographs, innocent faces smile,
I cherish each name, remembered for a while.
Teachers, mentors, strict yet kind,
Imparting knowledge, shaping young minds,
With endless patience, they guided our way,
Through confusion, they helped us find our say.
Young love's crush, a soaring feeling,
Her presence lit my days, joy revealing,
Her sight ignited my soul's cheer,
But alas, my love, she didn't appear.
Teases and whispers reached her ear,
Revealing my secret, my heart's sincere,
A snub, a heartache, my love returned,
Falling grades, my emotions churned.
Graduation day, a bittersweet farewell,
My school molded me, a story to tell,
A thousand thanks, though not enough to say,
To those who helped me grow, each day
Thousands of students of decades
Across the nation,
Have loads of issues with grades
And lack of motivation.
A retention to learning,
With parents calling
And graduation rates falling.
It's beginning to be so concerning,
That teachers even notice,
These kids aren't learning.
The propositions the school has given,
Halted the adults' beliefs they thought they knew.
School psychologist’s are anything but driven,
And their inadequate solutions are simply untrue.
The great idea has bestowed upon me,
And this hypothesis has been churning.
Without concern for the students I can see,
This will prove the best of your earning.
A new substance has reached the market,
That will prove me right.
LSD, Cocaine, and Meth will hit the target,
So cook with all your might.
Gracious children run freely in the halls
Now happy and cherishing all their liberty,
Can finally succeed and jump off the walls.
The teens will finally use all of their ability,
If you even have the balls.
Their improved grades are a certain probability
All until the last one falls.
living between your walls
its okay,just don't say a word
wandering how rumors are told
side by side corner by corner and there it goes
Over and over till everyone knows
where your story be their lives
Even if it was full of lies
With the dirty looks and whispers
I challenge myself to lecture
Side by side,corner by corner and there it goes again
Shoosh , dolt say a word !
yea I’m in high school living daily by the rules while the others are
doing stuff that they think is cool they always claim the teachers are
cruel but really they are just trying to help us young ones make it
through some kids run from the truth due to the life they have been put
through some parents don’t give a crap or two but some blessed
deny the fact that parents are there to see you through I’m writing
this verse from me to you some kids raised in the ghetto have a
place where morals don’t fit in their schedule all you have to do is
is fight to strive for anything you believe and be wiling to achieve
willing to succeed you just have to believe you can whoever you
want to be we shouldn’t play with our grades like it’s a game but
wanting our education to build into a career one day some of yall
are focused on the wrong thing the ig and twitter names are nothing
but a game yall talk 24/7 about money, dope, and fame but yall need
to focus on the right thing just put your mind to it and you can be
anything once again I say yea I’m just the average kid in high school
just trying to find my way
in my best friend essay wrote him for her and love for like - whole class laughed
Last night I was in the attic
Rummaging through old books.
Remembering times long gone
Pictures of how we used to look.
The things we did
The fun we had.
Remembering high school
I felt sad.
Old friendships have gone
New ones bloom.
Life was so easy
Gone too soon.
Biggest flirt
So carefree and wild.
Most wreckless driver
Prettiest smile.
Those special relationships
Will always be the best.
I am glad to have known you all
But life goes on I guess.
Roses are red
Violets are blue
When I lay in bed
I dream of you
On my first day at school
You said hello and winked at me
You stood there looking so cool
I knew that we were meant to be
Since that very first day
I knew my heart was true
That I’d follow you all the way
From here to Timbuktu
I think we were made for each other
Soulmates through and through
For me there couldn’t be another
I hope you feel the same way too
We can’t stop looking at each other in math class
I love it when you flirt with me that way
Let’s bite the bullet and break the impasse
Will you take me to the dance this Saturday?
AP: 3rd place 2022
Submitted on January 9, 2019 for SCHOOL TIME CRUSH sponsored by FARAZ AJMAL - RANKED 6TH
Thrust into a new place, Being better is a race
Everybodies different, Everybodies out on display
Making new friends, as well as unwanted enemies
Try and stay focus, All I wanna be is really me
I've got the brain to get the grades, But someone is distarcting me
I'd rather skip class and go and kick back with my honeybee
All these problems, whoaa is me
Grades are great so time to chill,
Oh no, grades tumble down a hill
Back on my game I study hard
Extra cedit working hard, Earning A's and all is great
Problem is girls like to hate
All this drama girl you fake !
Time goes by another year,
All repeats and stuff gets real,
Work extra hard, gotta stay focus
Ignore all the drama your futures in motion !
School works most important so make sure you get it finished,
And when it's time to graduate oh high school how you'll miss it.
And in the future you'll sit back and start to realize,
You made it there you'll make it anywhere you put your mind..
(a throwback poem from High school)
I'm the most popular girl in my homeroom.
Of course, that's my own bedroom -
cause we're on COVID lockdown, zoom.
My bedroom is the math class, which doubles as the gym,
it triples as the theater - you should see the shows I'm in.
They're only in my mirror, so my cats get free admission.
My sudden popularity's due, to a matter of attrition.
If I play my cards right, I can probably be prom queen
I'll hold the ceremony in the garden, so the travesty goes unseen.
Poetry speaks Poem
play around with sentences
simulation play in life
poetry
is a word game
life
is playing
play
only dead people
who doesn't like poetry
because people die
They
really alive
pow pow.
bang bang,
take the money,
keep the change.
cant un-lick lips,
cant unlock a kiss.
blonde girl,
pink lips.
baby, im a sweetheart now.
silent in the room next door,
lets go somewhere we can be loud.
push a little harder
move a little slower.
feel the warmth of alocohol.
taste the tease of tobacco on a tongue.
look at us, we're so grown up
so mature
so independant
you buy your own condoms.
your own pot.
your own fuel.
i sit back and enjoy the ride.
we won't even hint in second period.
wont even smile during the walk home.
how mature we really are.