Best Recess Poems
as the school bell rings
children are shrieking with glee
recess is over.
a sudden rain of bombs leaves
the playground deathly silent
Kindergarten Recess
A tiny elephant stampede
all for the golden ring of an empty swing.
©Kathryn McLoughlin Collins
Really
Ecstatic
Children
Excitedly
Shout
"Sweetness!!!"
by Rachel Dunkerque AKA Carolyn V. Crawford
(lyric and melody)
You yearn to hear me whisper, your name against your chest
Taste my lips in the kiss of a pouring rain
Under skies on fire with God's fine play
You want your arms to close me in
Feel the thunder clap the lightning in its hand
You spoke such words, no riddle
It was so clear I was your aim
I took account, but I never said a thing
Now as regards your exhortations, I answer no and no again
You see the ring you wear means I'd be second-hand.
'Cause if I lay me down beside you
Flesh to flesh I'd want to bind you
Forever close to me in the recess of my heart.
You hunger to embrace me at sea in first the light
Caress my face awash in flames as they burn the night
Watch the deep erupt with geyser mists
Wrap me endless in your arms
Let the day-star dance us slowly toward star-night
Oh-h-h-h the winsome way you woo me
Feels like a lovely fairy tale
I shake my head, turn temptation from my way
Since I'm a girl who leans toward leprechauns
It makes it hard for me to say
I'll be your one and only dream that cannot stay.
'Cause if I lay me down beside you
Flesh to flesh I'd want to bind you
Forever close to me in the recess of my heart.
'Cause if I lay me down beside you
Flesh to flesh I'd want to bind you
Forever close to me in the recess of my heart.
Forever close to me in the recess of my heart.
Time Out! It feels so good
To sit in the sun,
And breathe in the air.
Birds sing! Warm air is balmy...
I smell the flowers,
And I don’t have a care.
Running around getting my
Exercise, in the
Coolness of
Each day
Sunup to
Sunset I play.
Recess Bell
Where'd it go
That twice a day relief
Leaving behind blackboard's chalk-lines
To immerse in the blacktop chalk-lines
That place where hop scotch
Poison line
River ball
Target ball
Quickly made chalk nubs
Made innocent everyone's fun
Made sad classroom returns
That ringing in our ears
Announcing freedom time
Now but a morning and afternoon
Workplace coffee break
Signaled by silent bells
Company rules
Good for morale
Where'd it go
The real breaks of our youth
That escape from control-seeking minds
Racing across playgrounds
Making sweat that was real
Laughter that was infectious
Exhaustion no amount of
Head-time on the desk
Could relieve
Chalkboards out
Monitor screens in
Grownup hours made endless
Stress related focus
9 to 5 at the desk
7 to 10 at home-office sanctum
Homework
The evolved institution
Resulting in maybe...
Possibly getting...
A gold pen?
A gold watch?
A golden parachute?
Maybe?
Recognition
Reward
Life's profit margin
Remaining ever questionable
Recess
By Franklin Price
5/5/2016
Recess, recess I cannot wait
Here at my desk alone
A little boredom is my fate
Like a dog without a bone
Trying not to run my mouth
Brings on the teacher's rants
So anxious for the bell to ring
I'm about to wet my pants
There it is, it loudly rings
It's so hard not to run
To get outside and play awhile
This part of school is fun
The monkey bars are waiting
The see-saws are at hand
The swings with boards are ready
To fly high, bail out and land
Might play a little dodge ball
Or a little keep-away
Or maybe some red rover
Is what we'll play today
Teams are chosen school yard style
Never want to be the last
Makes me feel I'm not so talented
Not big enough or fast
Finally I am chosen
Playing games a wondrous thing
Too soon recess is over
As the bell begins to ring
Not too fast to get to class
As another recess ends
To leave the field of play outside
And the games we played with all our friends
The school bell rings, we all get up from our seats,
Like ladies and gentlemen, and walk out into the hall.
There's no running allowed in the halls
Or the teacher will send us straight to the principal's office.
I couldn't wait to get out on the playground for recess.
The most fun to do, is playing together with friends.
I run towards the low-hanging swings
Shouting, Yes! Higher, higher reaching for the sky.
We’re laughing and yelling as we go, round and round
Holding on tight to the bars on the merry-go-round
So, we won't fall off with high-speed.
The seesaw is the best. I sit at one end
And my friend on the other, up in the air
Up and down, up and down, and feel the hard
Thump on our rumps as it hits the ground.
We all wait in line to climb up the ladder
Waiting for our turn on the slide.
Some of my friends picked sides to play baseball,
Others basketball.
Rrrring. We turn to the sound of the school bell.
Shucks. It's time to go end.
6/22/2021
Outside at recess
How I love to play
On the merry-go-round
What a joyous day
Then some older boys
Come and start to push
Spinning it around
Getting it to go faster
I become afraid
Having trouble holding
On, afraid to jump, afraid to stay
Then more older boys
Add speed to the fun
Terrified with head spinning
I fall to the ground
Under the merry-go-round bam
The construction of the
Plaything wasn't a pretty
Sight from underneath
Long screws were hanging down
It shredded my dress
My undergarments too
Tore up my flesh
I was black and blue
Was it innocent
Just a childhood game
Or was it malicious
A sadistic game
(This is from my childhood. Years ago. Playground equipment was made different from the
modern hard molded plastic of today. It was a wooden floor that was fastened down with
screws.)
Lined with intention,
filled with giving in,
pretend we never meant
for it
to go further than it did.
Well it did,
they absolutely shook their heads.
It shook so fast it broke in half,
we act like little kids.
This playground grew up quick,
we left our innocence behind.
A thousand needles in the sandbox;
swinging higher than treelines.
We trade diseases for a way
to alleviate the pain.
Numb our brains like novocaine;
on this playground we will stay!
mysterious as Lemuel
unlike hundreds of
other rowdy seniors
constituting the nineteen
seventy seven graduating class
of Methacton High School,
this now mooch older non "Warrior"
(alma mater mascot) alumni -
of late more astute,
(yea rather boyish looking edging
into age bracket,
viz ranked as ole coot)
far to late for
me or any brute
to gather rose buds,
fat and/or slim
chance i.e. remote
while I may in my dreams
play Mozart's Magic flute
at this late stage of life,
no harvested crop yield,
nor any sown
healthy product rendered moot
('cept tantamount to rotten
tomatoes and fruit)
all, cuz your truly
did not give a hoot
'bout his future,
later when the
requisite need for loot
would be absolutely necessary,
not necessarily to buy
a fine gold spun suit,
but more so to be financially
(non bombastically, egotistically,
nor inimitably) to toot
my own (baritone)
horn, no any which
ways appearing snoot
tush (more likely absent minded,
versus trying tubby astute),
no matter this myopic googly eyed
non-boastful logophile,
these days (lives duet
tough lee hand to mouth
existence) nearly destitute
his whole pro Lix life,
witnessed, and flaunted
(reed dit as) inked badge,
(regardless getting promoted,
but nearly failing every grade),
and ambivalent toward
dismal poor performance report cards
testament toward tummy
severely lacking ambition,
while analogously forced
to climb hemp fat tick rungs
jute dish shuss academic ladder,
no matter rope burns
squarely didst root
moost unfavorable outcome
to this wimp who mouthed
pop eyed expletive
conveying "oh chute",
whose then palm (olive)
oiled pilot size glute
more accurately boot
found me poor bum promoted
to higher baby boomer chair
despite favorably portentous signs
tubby potential vagrant,
who would lack self reliance,
nor give a hoot
to stitch survivalist parachute.
the children all cheer
there will be no indoor recess
hooray rain they yell
glad to be inside
watching their inane U-tube
indoor children now
I think the makers of school
Also have felt somewhere,
That at the place of learning
Time should be given for fun there.
So they did the same
And gave students a time,
When they will not read any story
Nor they will study any rhyme.
And we students salute him
Who gave the idea of recess,
Students will respect him forever
To understand our hopes and wishes.
Midterms are over
I’m coming up for air
now that they’re done
I’ll admit I was scared
- that physics three -
was nearly the death of me.
What comes next?
The Manhattan express
for November recess
some November excess
with Lisa, my BFF princess,
my doughty, NYC adventuress,
I’m blessed, she’s the best.
Ooo! and some turducken bliss,
much needed rest and time to de-stress.
.
Marriam Webster: Doughty: “brave, strong, and determined.”
turducken: a deboned chicken stuffed into a deboned duck, further stuffed into a deboned turkey.