Best Scholarship Poems
Birth begins the tragedy in us. Life's
First sound is a blank scream
Against sorrow's hidden portends of strifes
All we know are mirages and dream.
Mother took the news staring at the sky
She must have cried inside
For I have no evidence else. There's no why
For it ... how my rage defied
Her callous front ... he was her first boy
The only hero she spoke well
Of, his name was the formula for joy
In our house: anecdotes tell
Of his escapades ... youth defying fate
He had a cat's tenacity for life
And from evil wills found a golden gate
Of scholarship and exotic wife.
I remember when the years pulled him back
All he came with was a bag
Of books, and a couple suits in novel sack
His eyes time warped, a lag
Of missing years and loneliness enfolding him
But he was handsome still
And my soul cartwheeled at joy's fresh brim
Those moments that he filled
When eyes first contact spelled pride to claim
This aristocrat like a medal
I could wear. So young he was, her true flame
The son of love's sweet recital!
And many days sitting in his shadow, I heard
Him dream big things like stars
Far away, warm things like a fluttering bird
Things made bright to cover scars
In the sore of memory. His mind was his cliff
A risky place in the high winds
And closer to the edge for the Grail he'd drift
O how the giddy world spins!
He died in Kingston: William came and went
And my mother looked at the sky
But until she died, about his memory was silent
And I forever wonder why.
I loved him, you know, he was the first best thing
A poor child had to claim or show
The world ... with him I was no more common. A king
He made me in his gold of glow
Something that I looked forward to meet in me. I,
Like mother, been silence since
But sometimes my heart just heave and would cry
For time this love cannot rinse
And I that moment cannot comprehend, that death
Gave no notice to his lauded day
And like common dust on a wild wind's balmy breath
My brother was swiftly swept away.
FROM HUMBLE BEGINNINGS
As the bitter Northern wind howled in the grey early morn,
Sat a young child half frozen, looking sad and forlorn,
He came from a rundown broken home, with 6 siblings,
Where there was little money, no hope and poor beginnings.
Rob always sat on the same flat rock in a nearby littered field,
Not dressed for the biting winter, and his body to shield,
Sat aimlessly, blankly gazing at coal trucks driving by,
Tears rolling down his grubby cheeks, he’d let out a heartfelt sigh!
His father drove trucks, would he come home, even late, tonight,
Would his mother be sober, kiss her husband; say all would be right,
Would there ever be enough food for a big family of nine,
Or would they forever stay hungry, sent shivers up his spine!
A young girl his age noticed this boy, whose name was Rob,
Dressed in a warm coat, gloves, ear muffs, but was no snob,
Lived in the suburbs, often saw Rob today, she brought him a coat,
A slab of chocolate, a warm scarf for his head, ears and throat!
Young Rob liked this young Missy, they began to meet every day,
Lizzy invited him home, met her parents, went there every Sunday,
Their friendship grew, and blossomed and they fell madly in love,
Rob studied, got a scholarship to Technical College, rewarded from above.
Lizzy’s father was the Mine Manager, and he liked this young man,
When finished his studies, made him foreman and gave him a van,
They got engaged in December, married in the spring of the following year,
Rob became a dad, loved his wife, who had pierced his heart with a spear!
They grew old together, as did Lizzy’s parents, who both got ill and died,
Rob became Mine Manager, this family had adopted him with such pride,
But he never forgot his own parents, and his oh so humble beginnings,
Always sent them a monthly sum, and for them always had feelings!
Back of my heart I yearn
Even for a glimpse of your shadow returns
It is being long past years since we met last
I am on one side and you’re on the other the world vast.
I was sixteen and you were eighteen I think
Every morning you pass our lane your bicycle bell rings
With my pony tail waggling I run to the gate to see your smile
For me it was worth one’s while
Some days you bravely ring our bell, study notes to my brother
Or call him to play cricket in the field not farther
I knew these crafty tricks played to see my face behind the wall
No matter what, your visits never fail during the holidays fall.
I still remember the day the first pimple sprouted on my face
The day you planted a kiss on my left cheek in such haste
That was real fast no time to see my blush
Paddled back your bicycle in sixty miles per hour rush
You won a scholarship and had to leave to some country far
The very first love note with a rose bud the maid brought so fast
“Please wait for me I promise to marry you sooner I return”
My eyes damped and my cheeks flushed could I wait until he returns.
Time passed on so many hills I marched
I am a mother of two boys and you are a father of three girls I heard.
Our lives go on in two different casts.
You are on one side and I am on the other this world vast .
I still yearn even for a glimpse of your shadow returns
So many things I want to tell you my Dad
But I choke up in tears feeling awfully sad,
I grew-up so fast since the day you died
Pledging urgently to do well as tears dried.
Don't recall listening to anything you said
Never took trash out, never made my bed,
You asked me to study, keep up my grades
Instead I focused on video games I played.
To earn my badges, we went on scouting trips
Soon after, I stopped going to their meetings.
You will be proud Dad, now I have some clout
I honored your will becoming an Eagle Scout.
Remember the day when we played baseball
You stole second base ahead of my fast ball.
Recalling happy times with love and might
We miss you so much at dinner every night.
I have aced my grades in science and math
Well on my way to choosing a career path,
I'm proud to tell you Stanford accepted me
On a full scholarship I'll complete my degree.
I was so self absorbed, always feeling mad
I never told you how much I love you Dad.
I wish to be just like you, but can never be
Standards you set are so high to achieve.
I have taken a job to help Mom pay the bills
We watch every penny avoiding the thrills.
Mom will visit you soon, she's well as can be
Please let her know you're so proud of me!
Placed 2nd
September 16, 2017
Poems that paint a picture 2
Rhyme:aabb
Painting by: Mike Theuer
Sponsor: Silent One
The result of my last year high school was out
And was sad, dejected as I got the second top
Losing the scholarship for further study scope
As my dad had no means for college no doubt.
As entered my house, saw my teacher with dad
Both of them chatting laughing in a happy mood
The teacher said, “Get prepared for college soon”
You got the scholarship though you second stand.
After my door opener left, dad told me the story
The teacher knew about the top ranker’s wish
For not going further for the college education.
As a result, the teacher approached the committee.
Proving the teacher is more important than teach
An enemy of simplism but master of simplification.
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* The Italian sonnet with abba, abba, cdecde rhymescheme
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Full based on a true event of 1954:
A tribute to my late teacher Shri Damodar Dave of N.D.H.High School, Dwarka,
Gujarat, India.
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Reposted on 912-13
First place win
Contest: Your old favourite poem by Judy Connos
Dr. Ram Mehta,
July 13, 2011
First Place win in:
Contest: "The Right Time" sponsored by Michael J. Falotico
Below are the majority views of students about to vote
for their next high school head-captain:
Nelson:
He is tall and handsome,
plays for our basketball team,
knows the best bars in town,
hates maths, just like us.
Pitt:
He's shy,
hates proms and games,
he's a nerd,
he wears heavy glasses
Charlie:
He's a perv and a chain smoker,
heavy metal is his friend,
never talks much,
but rocks in raving!
Kelvin:
An "A" material, and spends more time
in the library than in bed.
He believes in extraterrestrials.
We think he should visit a shrink or something....
Hosea:
He's very smart and funny,
active in spoken word,
hates politicking,
certain for a scholarship,
very good with skateboards....
................................................................................
Hosea made the cut,
but forcefully. Majority
of students threatened
that they would steal his
skateboards, if he didn't
stand for the coveted position
as the head-captain......
Face flush with cold,
She comes, wind laughing at her back
Across our threshold once more,
In moments it is as though she'd never left.
Every room brightens with her Prescence.
She moves here and there in her easy ways,
Dispelling discontents with artless word as drops of oil
Disperse across a still lake
She is fully unconscious of her gifts,
So they radiate from her with undiminished power.
Now, exhausted from relentless work and scholarship
She lies asprawl on her old bed,
Dear old cat cradled in one arm,
Cooing softly in her sleep like a dove,
Just as she did when small,
Eternal yesterdays ago.
What can I do with that,
Save retire to my own room and glow?
I've been in college for four years and i promise I aint learned s***
Thank god i'm on scholarship and I didn't have to pay for this s***
They haven't taught me anything about this machine we live in
If you want to teach me something, teach me why society tries to destroy black men
Teach me how to start my own and don't groom me to work for someone else
Teach me how to be rich inside and out so I can respectfully attain true wealth
Teach me to operate from the heart and not just from the mind
Teach me that I can do anything and not just chase a ball or spit a rhyme
Teach me how the universe works mentally and how I should be aware of my thoughts
Teach me the truth about this country and why these wars are really being fought
Teach me things about myself, like my pineal gland
I could care less about the subatomic particles of a grain of sand
Teach me how religion is used as a means of control
Teach how to live without religion and how get in touch with my soul
Teach me about the chemicals that go in my water and my food
Just show me how society should truly be viewed
Teach me all the things that you should really be teaching the youth
All i'm asking is for you to teach me the F****** TRUTH!
Dear Leonardo,
To begin, I know that you are use to girls who are socialites from well to do families. I didn't answer you last night because I couldn't and although it will be difficult for you to follow this letter, it's important that you read it.
Unlike you, I am not ivy league, nor class President. I don't have fancy clothes in fact, I don't even have a car. Sometimes I wonder what I'm doing here other than my grades afford me a scholarship. I know I should be proud of that and I guess I am in a way but .........
Truthfully the only thing I could attend was your picnic, knowing that my shoes were perfect for volleyball in the sand. I mean......
How could I ever invite you to my home? Not wanting to make this an epistle and simply put, I feel that I am not good enough for you but please know.....
I wish you well and hope that you meet someone like me who as you said, races your heart..
Love, Judy
Cooley High In Reverse
Sometimes I watch the 1970's movie
Cooley High in reverse,
The reason being that the ending is
the worse,
I figure if I view it backwards, the main
character Cochise can rise up and be with
his friends...
Preach and Pooter and the boys could all have
Fun cutting classes and joy riding and throwing
caution to the wind,
The guys could all go to sock hops, prom and
graduate,
They'd stand on the corner and sing and drink
Cheap wine and never meet such a twisted fate,
Their teacher, Mr. Mason wouldn't have wasted his breath
or his time,
Preach's girlfriend, Brenda wouldn't have fallen for a line -
Of poetry and pure high school testosterone,
And the two villains, Robert and Stone
Could slide back into their holes and no one would know
where they are,
And the world wouldn't lose another ghetto super
star,
Cochise could get his basketball scholarship
to college and go on to make Chicago proud,
He'd be ranked up there with Michael Jordan,
somewhere in the clouds,
But I am dreamer...
Yep, sometimes, I watch Cooley High in reverse because
I'd rather see Cochise having fun than lying
in a hearse.
Now that December has descended
with it's roots of ice and skies of snow
our timber fortress is a sanctuary of ethnographic enlightenment
and embassy that entreats the exchange of craftsmanship,
lately I have been preoccupied with my etymological research,
it is important to President Jefferson, an anthropologist
that we discover the origin of the natives through their languages,
he is obsessed with understanding the diversity of the human race
a bone collector of civilizations and shaman of scholarship,
Private Sheilds, through his blacksmithing expertise
has allowed us to barter iron for corn without which
the Corps of Discovery would either lose vital quantity of provisions,
be reduced to malnourished paupers, or even engage in unscrupulous raiding,
there are still a thousand arduous miles to go
from all estimations, before reaching the Pacific,
as is, the Elders, especially from the Hidatsas
are suspicious of our motives
because of the 18 foot high pallisaded fort we have built adjacent to the Mandans,
so mistrust is suppressed well with an open door policy
and liberal trade of battle axes,
knives, weapon and tool sharpening, kettles, needles and so on,
January 1805,
the new year has introduced 40 below zero weather, syphilis and fists fights,
to stave the ills of boredom we routinely go on hunting expeditions
through the gruelling grip of winter's madness,
another activity that warms the soul are the spectacular jamborees
that conjure the whiles of instincts
and reminds us all how the heart seeks it's deepest expressions,
Cruzzatte plays the fiddle like a tempter of lunatic love
while Silas Goodrich thumbs a mandolin into the dreams of romantic heroism,
the squaws often coo with eyes of diamonds
arms outstretched with fingers swaying like wind blown wheat,
York is a sensation with the Indians
they have never seen a Black Man before
describing him as the black clay of chaos,
they believe there is magic in his skin
touching and rubbing him constantly like a healing stone,
J.A.B.
Where I got the name Holy06 does not matter but the origin of name is signification
I have experience online game play maybe a few times but I must say when I join
MLG PRO It was pros that already claim me in there clans “The Ghost Was Here”
See each console has a generation live span see when you get older you have responsibility
But who would not want to be around when the global tournament is in Japan happens
Where they are build a Billion dollar tournament I hear that is a tournament already build
In France Bigger then the Super Bowl our culture is different in America
One time we had a discussion on MLG PRO that PC or Console game it last it the entire
NCAA College basketball tournament game I watch and now University is think about
Video game as a scholarship
The question is why do gamers get into it about names that is to answer the originally question
But theory has it if you can do it in a video game you can do it in real life that is
Killer Instinct or know
As the Warrior G and if not true why is the military butting training mix in with video games in
There Institution
Holy06 Next Level Gamer!
The day broke peacefully in Kosciusko, Mississippi
The morning came with gladness over the city
Flowers smile at the morning breeze refreshing
Her birth did not attract television attention
She came in disguise with a local identity
January 29, 1954, planet earth recorded her name
But history had no intention of identifying with her
She wore handmade potatoes dresses
She was mocked amongst her peers
She tasted her tears at an early age
She struggled to defeat the battles hindering her future
She mounted on the wings of a university scholarship
Landed at Tennessee State University
Then, history began to notice something peculiar about Oprah
Speech and performing arts is the vehicle
She drove to get at her high places
She ignored all the bus stops along the highway of life
She appreciate her grandma’s concrete foundation
She acknowledge her father disciplinary impact
She boarded success flight with assurance
And history began to trace her everywhere
She is the world most philanthropic celebrity
She established Oprah Angel Network for the underprivileged
She established Oprah Winfrey leadership Academic
She is the first to receive the Bob Hope award
She is the world most influential woman
And history welcomes her in his book
She settled with the Oprah Winfrey show
Her impact is felt all over the world
She has the right words for every situation
She ask the right questions to expose the whole truth
She embraces the hottest stories in the world
She always satisfy the desires of her viewers
History announces her sun that keep shinning on every color and every generation
Let me breathe the slave chains are choking me.
My brain racing because the information is over loading me.
All this name brand ****, who am i suppose to be?
A slave to the name my gold chain dripped blood on the leaves.
Thugs on the streets told me to remain a G.
My professor told me i have a message and im suppose to speak.
Lost in the world with wolves in a couple sheep.
In the restraunt acting nonchalant taking shots but im not old enough to drink.
Thats depression , i'm stressing but an angel spoke to me.
She said my progression is destine , but destiny still text me sweet messages.
My mind is in one direction , the cops cant catch us.
And if they do i got on gold , so they can use it to lynch us .
Feeling like a king , but on the news i see black vicitms.
New slaves told the way they treat us.
Give me a basketball scholarship , a rap deal , or some fried chicken.
We all god's children ?
Well why Kin still Killing ?
And why judges still whispering ?
"Its ok i'll handle this one , case innocent "
One day I just want to mean something
If I could be something I will dream nothing
Pharaohs wore gold so I suppose I’ll keep stunting
I’m trying to fight for my rights but every night I keep running
Isn’t astonishing that I’m a black man that can’t stand being moderate
It was my plan to take over in politics, but damn I can’t even get a scholarship
Am I different because I’m fatherless?
I been living my life for a while, but as your child I wanted you to be a part of it
Sometimes I feel like the only thing that is close to me
Are Basic instructions before leaving earth grandma said I’m supposed to read
But it’s more to me. I survive, feed, and remain fly
Either I’m a soaring eagle or one of god’s chosen people
I hate the word potential, I will come 1st no matter what I been threw
And when things get worse I remembered how to kneel
Numb to what’s real I forgot how fraud feels
How we against each other but worship the same god still?
As long as we bleed the same we are the same.