Best Quizzes Poems
"I love my teacher."
"I have a great teacher."
"My teacher is super."
"My teacher's so cool."
These words are music to a teacher's ears,
Exactly what parents and administrators want to hear.
Yet what do they mean? How are they earned?
Are they related to learning? Or are we unconcerned?
"My teacher gives us tons of extra recess every day."
"Mine lets us cheat on quizzes and not make us pay."
"My teacher accepts papers copied from the Internet."
"Mine goes to casinos at nights and places big-money bets!"
Back in the day, teachers were strict.
We got away with nothing; they knew all our tricks.
And the classroom was quieter than a night in Grant's tomb;
They really knew how to keep order in a room.
The homework was ample, not one or two samples,
And the next day we had to solve all her examples.
Her quizzes and tests required voluminous reading,
And woe to the poor student whom she caught cheating!
We truly hated our teachers; we hated their guts.
We threw darts at their pictures and that kind of stuff.
Yet later in life we could hold an intelligent conversation.
And write a clear report, full of fact-based innovation.
We could dissect a frog; comprehend the periodic table;
Parse a sentence, and make a speech about Hamlet or Cain and Abel.
So next time your kid tells you, "My teacher's so cool."
Ask next what he or she's learning in school!
Categories:
quizzes, cool, education, school, teacher,
Form:
Rhyme
Within the dark mystery of evening,
he listens to two interchangeable discourses
One the gentle persuader, the other, life's ultimate blamer.
Troubled by these seething exchanges,
both conscious and unconscious currents resound,
As the master's inner thoughts boom,
pounding into trails of indecision
with wired quizzes on his mind.
In silence, he weighs dark and light perspectives-
question left unanswered in the din
of reflection,
and through gradual flow of spontaneous musings,
Logic nags his cerebral strains-
scientific, structured assessment of matters which do not really matter...
Somehow, amid the debate where reason pauses with the fragile voice of instinct, the heart remains silent
offering gentle hunches revealing the
wisdom born from honesty, truth...
Slowly, this inner prompting arises
as the master in quiet introspection
realizes: the mind can lie , pride is ego- based ...but the heart, can it in conscience cope with deceit?
Categories:
quizzes, integrity, introspection,
Form:
Verse
Ever take one of those psychological stress quizzes
With one of those psychiatrist
Know-it alls?
Me neither.
Ever gonna?
Me neither.
What would be the point?
Oh, my GAWD! You should be depressed.
Stern look.
I’m not.
Then something is wrong with you.
Thanks.
That will be $150.
You may pay my receptionist on your way out.
That’s it?
Yes, this was your intake session.
I get the receptionist’s phone number on the way out.
We are having coffee so she can tell me more about the
Awful psychiatrist she works for.
I do not feel badly about giving her a
Check that will bounce.
Categories:
quizzes, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form:
Light Verse
I hear the drone that quizzes me then see the swirling mass.
A cloud veers in all directions; green changes in a flash.
Ten thousand wings are beating. The sky a wonderful delight.
I follow the budgerigars until the flock is out of sight.
Categories:
quizzes, bird, nature,
Form:
Quatrain
Another anthology appears
Boldly boasting ballads.
Can't construct cinquain,
Ditto deconstructing didactic.
Easy efforts elevate essentially.
Fabulous frippery, fun, fauxmance.
Giving gifts ,gaiety, glory.
Hiding hyperbole ,hailing honesty.
I ignore idiosincricy.
Jubilant jeweled jots.
Krielle knowledge,
Luminates lovers learning.
Masters manage monoku.
No one notices nonsense.
Only ones own oratory,
Presents problems personally.
Quatern quixotically quizzes,
Rhymers,readers, royalaires.
State simple statements softly.
They translate terse tense truthfully.
Unless unabridged,
Villanelles vex vagueries.
Written without wordiness,
Yes,you yearn, yearn yonder, zee's zero
Categories:
quizzes, imagination
Form:
ABC
Happily, I entered the class
I laughed with friends, but then alas
Joy was replaced with sudden fear
Knowing spelling bee time was here
Last time I had misspelled ADJOURNED
My tongue went dry, my stomach churned
Now one by one the others failed
ODYSEY... BROCOLI... UNVIELED...
Precisely feeling unprepared
Quizzes had always made me scared
Reading my word she called my name
She glared at me through horn-rimmed frames
Tracing her finger through the air
Under my breath I said a prayer
Vainly I pondered her request
Without a clue I blindly guessed
X-Y-L-O-T-O-M-Y
"Yes," she said. I had spelled it right!?
9/7/2016
Categories:
quizzes, education, school,
Form:
Rhyme
1am: The clock strikes like bolts of lightning as my brain rapidly
fires neurons creating a torturous play field in my tired mind.
Pangs of loneliness hit me like a full speed train.
My bed feels emptier than the Sahara, colder than Antarctica.
Sleep evades me at this hour.
2am: I am nestling in my bed, tossing and turning, longing for
a restful sleep.
Calmness of impassioned night haunts me in my awakeness.
Wild fantasies flow through my mind provoking my sensuality
as i slide bare legs against the sheets.
I curl my arms under the pillow like apostrophes to imitate
an epic fail pillow talk with my thoughts.
Mulling over love; aching and craving for romance.
My fabric rustles, tugging onto the heat on my nude skin
as my body starves of slumber sweet.
3am: I am my own philosopher.
Taking twisted turns with life’s ironies and experiences.
A late night’s discontent filled with mind blowing debates,
trick questions, mumblings, pointless gibbers and quizzes.
Drifting in and out of the blank, endless room –displaying
sights and seeking answers.
Staring at the ceiling in the vertigo of the night.
Watching the steady accusations of the clock, and the
long gaze of the wall judging and mocking me.
I am plagued by the nagging thoughts, past recollections
roam the noisy streets of my mind.
Sleep still enervates me.
4am: My eyelids remain agape, my mind is agitated but my
soul accepts the enthralling path of uninterrupted
consciousness.
Time drips like a leaking bathtub faucet –flooding my
mind and reminding me of my sleep debt.
Bored, i rummage through my archives trying to dust
off yesterday’s verses and fading rhythms- editing
memories and reciting old poems as the world snores.
5am: The galling sound of my alarm summons my day’s routine
like a clarion call for duty.
My night’s sleep was a failed marathon and i must join the
awakening world with a stone face.
Damn Insomnia!
Categories:
quizzes, sleep, spoken word,
Form:
Personification
Life isn't a wish-granting factory.
It's the sweet cover of open lip's mockery.
It's a house for all to live in -
the liars, the murderers and the rest of the sins.
Life steals your childhood dreams,
puts it in a jar and makes it seem
as if it just gifted you a present
because you lived in its past and presence.
Then in the future - if Life gives you any,
you'll see that Life is playing games, at once, to many;
you'll resent Life for giving you puzzles and quizzes
that once resolved will just turn to mere bliss.
In the corner of The Room where broken things lie
are your wishes - once soaked with hope but now dry,
drained from the core as time goes on
flowing in the dumpster of Lost and Forever Gone.
But at the end of the day, you find
as you lay on your grave and memories rewind:
Life was honey, it was fun and precious but on the contrary
you recalled the simplest truth - that Life wasn't a wish-granting factory.
"Life isn't a wish-granting factory" is a quote from the book "A Fault in Our Stars" written by John Green.
Categories:
quizzes, dark, life, life, life,
Form:
Couplet
Dear Barbara
When a man loves a woman:
He smiles and laughs with her.
He respects her and doesn’t try to direct her.
In years gone by, I am certain that there was an ‘air of control’ about me that was uncomfortable to the object of my affection. I’m sure that my father’s DNA kept rushing to the shores of our relationship until you began to ‘push back’ as you identified the problem. I am still not perfect, but I do suspect that my love for you is expressing itself with a greater respect for and far less
intentions on directing you.
He remembers birthdays, anniversaries, and flowers
He compliments, embraces, and test tastes
He does not criticize, but seeks to edify her.
I am not by definition a perfectionist, but most of my life I lived under a self imposed pressure system far too burdensome. It certainly spilled out on you from time to time, reaching intolerable boiling points. Loving you opened my eyes to the flaw, and is now enabling me to build you up, and not critique you.
He talks to her, but listens more.
He listens, not with ears only, but also with heart.
He hears not only verbalized, but also spirit words
He learns to welcome her challenges. Realizing that both of us are made stronger thereby, I have no need for a yes person catering to my every dream and goal. I’m proud to have someone who questions, quizzes, and challenges me.
He believes in her, upholds and trusts in her
He values her friendship above all others.
He waits for her.
I have been one ever prone to be a slave to the clock. I have tended to pressure myself and everyone in my family to bow to “time”. Though the wheels of inflexibility turn slowly, love for my spouse is forcing me to chill, be patient and relax. I am very aware that time neither pauses, delays, nor stops for anyone, but I’m learning to serve and wait patiently for you.
He is not the answer man, but the ‘stand by your woman man’.
He stands with her against all enemies, foreign and domestic.
To him, she is above all, and second only to their God.
09082015(contest)
Categories:
quizzes, best friend, christian, love,
Form:
Prose
Man those problems seem so petty compared to what I've been dealing with lately,
I wake up from an apocalyptic nightmare to find out I can reverse time,
No biggie, I can just reach out my hand and magic happens, time to go stop crime!
I mean on paper it sounds super cool like I've been created by Stan Lee,
But I could've done without nightmarish vision of the world crashing down around me,
What if I'm some secret government experiment on a top secret mission to infiltrate Arcadia Bay's educational infrastructure? Thanks Illuminati,
And come to think of it you know who'd love being next to a giant tornado? Jim Cantore,
But at least my days of missing the perfect shot are gone with my new time traveling abilities,
OOH! My superhero alias can be "Max Caulfield, artistic visionary",
Now if only I had a mask whenever I perform my superhero duty,
Like standing up to security guard bullies or...spilling paint on Victoria,
It's weird I actually know next to nothing about my power, can I fast-forward to infinity?
So far I've only used it to create my own phantasmagoria,
But I did save a life today,
My old best friend Chloe who after five years apart is still rescuing me when I'm being attacked,
Ironic that I'm the one with superpowers yet still needs to be saved,
Today's been so insane I swear if it's not mountains of homework it's a gun-wielding maniac,
Why can't my life just be normal again,
I want to go back to innocent thoughts of "ooo sunset you're looking pretty this evening, say cheese!",
And worrying about pop quizzes in science or working up the courage to talk to Mr. Jefferson,
Now I'm riding passenger in my blue-headed anarchist best friend's junky pickup truck trying not to go crazy,
Compared to your average teenage girl my life is strange.
Categories:
quizzes, adventure, friendship, journey, world,
Form:
Rhyme
Quiet!
Quotients
Quiz. . .
~Quantophrenia!
Quiet!
Quiz—
Quantify
Quotients. . .
~Question!
Quest :)
~Quantulate
Quotients'
Quantuplicity?
Quite!
Quiet,
Quiz—
Quantify
Quotients. . .
~Quisquilious
Quiz!
Quiet,
Quoz!!!
(laughter erupts)
~Quirky
Quadragenarian
Quipped
"Quoz"!!!
Quit
Quackling!!!
(chanting)
~Quirky
Quasimodo!
Quelch,
Quash,
Quell—
Quirky
Queasy
Quizzes!!!
Quiet!!!
Quiet!!!
~Quirky
Quasimodo!
Quelch,
Quash,
Quell—
Quirky
Queasy
Quizzes!!!
Quiet!!!
Quelch,
Quash,
Quell—
Quisquous
Querulists!!!
~Quirky
Quadragenarian
Quipped
"Quisquous
Querulists"!!!
Q U I E T ! ! !
Q U I E T ! ! !
(school bell rings)
~Queue,
Quicksticks!
Q-U-I. . .
QUIT!
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01/23/2020
Poetry form: Alliteration - Each poem in my Alliterative Alphabet Series describes conversations between two or more people while only using words that start with or sound like the first letter of the title of the poem. I’m publishing the poems as I write them on Wattpad.com, not necessarily in alphabetical order. My goal is to write at least 26 poems to cover each letter of the alphabet. I hope you find the concept interesting, maybe even clever. Most of all I hope you enjoy them :)
Photo credit: Shutterstock | Substitute Teacher
Categories:
quizzes, conflict, high school, math,
Form:
Alliteration
What if I kissed new lips?
What if those lips kissed my clit?
What if I got over you?
What would you do?
Half of you would think I never loved you
When in reality I placed only one above you
The other half would just laugh knowing I'm just not meant to be alone
And if you came home the key would still be in the same place
And a smile would replace the hidden frown on my face
And I could care less about the time as long as you were mine again
Though the trust would never be the same
You’d have to do so much to find the love again
Cause you under stand I couldn’t just love you again
You’d have to understand the tears I cried
The nights I wanted to call but never dialed
That one day I felt like I was gonna die
The days people asked how you were and I said things were fine
Cause in my mind it was just a few days
And you were just away
Until I realized I had no more tears to cry
And need to move on
What if I waited for you?
Would I be a fool?
I don’t want to move unless I'm in ya shadow
Why does this feel like a passionate battle?
You told me I was ya everything
The love of your life
Proposed to make me ya wife
And now life seems new
Don’t even know what to do
For five years I aint make a move without you
But you don’t want me
Or don’t need me
Called me talking bout you want to do you
What the fuq am I to do
When I realized you wasn’t happy I should left
But I was thinking to myself maybe this is a test
But the tests kept turning into pop quizzes
I been in this class five years and still ain’t winnin’
Thought I had you when you showed me the love in ya eyes
Then I found out it was only to make me smile
Cryin in the closet bout the love that used to be
Wondering to myself what happened to “we”
I knew the shiits been coming I been feelin’ it for weeks
I could feel it in your touch
See it in your eyes
And hear it when you speak
Yet I didn’t want to be the first to say goodbye
Every time I take a shower I break down and cry
Didn’t have the heart to go outside in the rain
Didn’t want anyone to see my pain
So I tucked my broken heart in my sock drawer behind those things I won’t need
no more
Still not really sure this is happening
I'm writing crazy love songs and I can’t sing
I need you to remember one thing
I loved you more than love loves love
Categories:
quizzes, black african american, love,
Form:
After all the hardship and pain
After all the studies and quizzes
After all the sweat and tire
After all the sleepless nights
We await for it
We await for it patiently and joyfully
For the day to come
For “Thursday” to arrive
And wipe all that suffer
All that nonsense called “school”
All the agony and turn it into delight
To enjoy the day
To spend it idly
With both friends and family
Thursday…
A blessing allowing us to live
To be who we are
To forget the things we are forced to d o
And welcome the day with a smile
And a cheerful cry!
At last it had come
To begin a life, we open it with Thursday!
Categories:
quizzes, epicday, day,
Form:
Free verse
Autumn is here and memories bring fear
Of early darkness, the coming school year,
Difficult quizzes, speeches in front of class,
The cloudy days that dampen as breezes pass
While leaving summer friends makes me sad
Making new friends just makes me scared
When others think about hiking in the woods
The autumn foliage and delicious baked goods
My mind goes back to swimming in the pool
Jogging in the park and acting like a fool
I keep thinking about the long summer days
And how much I miss relaxing in a summer haze
Categories:
quizzes, autumn, feelings, nature,
Form:
Couplet
The college kids were gathered around
Listening to the latest stereophonic sounds
Speakers booming their tunes and melodies
Beatles, Stones, Hendrix, Doors and Bee Gees
Sweet scent of cheap hemp filled the air
It was Friday night, nobody cared
'bout quizzes, tests, exams or papers
The night was young: time for drug-fueled capers
Where to go? What to do? Gotta move! Gotta be--
Where the action is! Where it's happenin,' man!
On the prowl for a quickie, for a one-night stand
At anonymous bars, dens of debauchery
They moved in packs of conformist thought
Jocks or thespians, wimps or nerds
Frat-boys or hippies -- bearded, hirsute, absurd --
Stoned or drunk, immorality they sought
When in walked a man who silenced that den
Five stripes on his sleeve, a steel slab for a chin
He stared hard at them; they shrank from him
A general's general, on loan from Vietnam
He smelled the cheap hemp and the two-bit beer
Muttered an imprecation: "I'm out of here."
Then he pointed at those trembling college pickins:
"You're as weak as kittens, as yellow as chickens ...
If you want to grow up; if real men you'd like to be
~ Come fight for your country in the jungles of 'Nam with me."
Categories:
quizzes, military, music, school, war,
Form:
Ballad