Best School Days Poems

School Days!
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   Summer HOT fun filled days with plays and toys ...

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Time is boundless when you're young.
You want school days to fly
so in summer you'll be sprung
loose upon the world. Touch sky,
Butterfly! Vitality is yours; songs...

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I was enjoying my time in the sandbox
When a redhead with freckles climbed in.
The glint in his eyes left no question,
His mission was ruin and...

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in the first crevice of light
as dawn flushed its skies
her frail fingers struggled
to pluck weeds from spring buds
that laid like a colorful quilt
on her once...

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I glanced out my window watchin' kids plod along to school today.
I recalled my school days and how things have changed along the way
I watched...

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Today, meandering through the clutter of the local antique store,
I almost tripped and fell over an object partially hidden on the floor!
My hands came to...

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Dear Marshall, I'm writing this knowing you don't know who I am
You've heard it millions of times, You'd probably laugh and call me Stan
But growing...

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My life has been fairly stable. Rarely does an event “change my life” in any significant way. Marriage, children, one’s job. Of course, these alter...

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Morning sounds wake sleepy heads in beds.
A thud against the wall...daddy's home, drunk!
Mommy must have given him that mommy look!
Sis and I rush to help...

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This is a message to children who lack sincerity in school. Hard work always gives easy success. Whatever hardwork we do during our school days,...

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Today is the first day of school
the summer too short at the pool
	school days are long
	this is so wrong 
I think going to school isn’t...

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For walking, by early morning sharp 6,
Parking my cycle by children’s park,
Started I, round the park.
Breeze severe, drizzle slow.
Rushing to shelter I see rain, 
no...

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School days indeed such memories they are
Some stayed close to home, whilst some travelled afar
But where of my first love, where did she go
Our first...

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Poetry Journals
Poetry's a way of writing a journal
Of things joyful, sad or controversial 
Poets write of friendship and memoirs shared
Or despair at end of a...

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Through fog, through torrential tears,
Silence soothes my inner being, right
within confines of an upper room, where
skylight strummed melodies of rain.
there I was in converse with...

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