Best Home School Poems

Yes it hurt a little an it hurt a lot 
Standing their on the cold wet street
Along waiting for my mom to come and rescue me. 

I was searching for my own way 
Never knowing who I might would  find 
Just trying to be a...

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It was the first day of the new school year
The children of Beslan had no need to fear
In anticipation they eagerly left home for school
Some walked hand in hand with Mom and Dad
Others skipped along the well known path
Excitement filled the sidewalks and the streets
As...

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My dreams are not
what I thought they would be.
When I was fifteen,
and thinking of me.
"Twenty years from now..."
the thought ran through my mind.
"I'll be beautiful and smart.
Happy and kind."
"I'll be a stay at home mom,
with my high school sweetheart by my side.
He'll work nine to...

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In the childhood home her mother spins her child
Round and round we go happiness seems to overflow
And the childhood  goes by; faster, faster

A growing child with so much energy running and having fun
Careless and free he runs across the yard
He is growing up; faster,...

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Murphy wished for a Prince who rode a White horse...
               So she went back to college and took a new course...
          ...

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Some songs
Are of saddest times
The skies of darkest days
Some words
Bring such discontent
There are no gentle ways
To tell the tale
Without the tears
That tear the heart in two
But I will share
This saddest tale
Of hearts both black and true

There was a widow 
With a son
He was a spunky...

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The lips that kissed these tiled floors
now split to cough out damp clay dust.
Gathered in excited lungs, to build and mold forever more
under thatched roof of ripped canvas. Must

the strings that hold your heart in tune
be plucked free to dance upon the unknown noise.
That rings...

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In me, the first day of school is relentless
I wake with old dreads lodged in my chest
My home moves endlessly, it’s countless
Now every moment is a painful unrest

In my breast lies constant trepidation
The first time, I wept for a home longingly
Now I carry homelessness as...

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(In my country, Covid season is over and we're now in riot season (sigh), but this was for my son's school assignment.)

Covered in fancy spikes like a velcro ball,
you clink to just a few, but affect us all.

Bouncing throughout lands and traveling for free,
I'd love...

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eve of first school day
mom giving haircuts outdoors
bowl and scissors



posted on June 2, 2018...

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Home from School

 A little stream by the village bridge.
Clear cold water over jagged stones
 searched for pieces of china in the mud
as we meandered slowly home.

 Once-treasured patterns and bits of bones and
 a black eel,rolling wave,burrowing far.
  We sucked sweet nectar from...

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There is a girl who comes to school everyday with a smile on her face. The way she looks 
happy during school in front of her friends and classmates. Who becomes quiet when ever 
she sees or hear something she would like to be involved...

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Welcome to Home School today,
A typical mum might say,
We'll start with Maths, okay?
First, I have an empty glass,
There is 0 wine here for a blast,
Then I'll pour in half, 
Before I top it up,
Now I have 1 whole wine to sup,
Home School does need wine...

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Butterflies

Big and bright and school bus size
A cloud of yellow butterflies
With the wind did sink and rise
On the way home from school

A hundred if there was a pair
They’re not aggressive – au contraire
They seemed to just float in the air
On the way home from school

The...

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Her heart is big,
But it slowly beats quiet,
Fun filled moments fading into strangled memories,
Like springs falling into a valley.

She feels like singing a new song and writing poesy,
Before her lay important things looking insignificant,
Eddying like a familiar spirits,
Swinging her back and front like a pendulum.

She...

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