Best School Life Poems

School: There once was a school

Classes filled with nice students

Our goal was to learn

But my dreams turned to ash

Then my dream was to get passed...

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“You’re a foot fairy” they say to me.
“You’re a band geek” they mock at me.
“You’re a Jesus freak” they bash on me.

What can I do to gain their love? 
Hatred toward everything I do! 
When will this pass? 
High school needs to die.

“Poetry is for...

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Tears in the eyes
When my school began
Willing to go to home back
That time, the only place of heaven
A small child doesn't know much
What are books and what is school?
Just like that, I was unable to realize
That its very beautiful...

With span of time it brought
Some different...

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To be in school is every child’s dream
Like a duck who wants to be in stream

Just wearing a complete uniform
Feels like I’m a creature of new form

Terrific, so exciting and cool
That’s what I feel when I am in school

Looking forward to play with my friends
Scared...

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School is like a prison 
Deterring thee in a sacred cage, 
And unleashing with two hidden... 
Pin, one before quarter after, after each mate
And then you feel so jade. 

School is like a lot
Leaving six pen on your desk with sense
One turn at a spot
Sight...

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What do you want out of Life?

The question seemed simple enough.
But not only had I never thought about it,
I didn’t understand it.
I really didn’t.

We’d always been poor and
taught to never ask for anything.
Why raise expectations
only to be disappointed?

How do you ask for anything?
Then what? Actually...

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Broken,beaten,blind and lost
All but a spark of hope left to keep warm
But dig and claw on bruised muscles, on broken limbs
Until the light day fills your sight
Left blinded no more
Dig
Until the soft fresh air blows the spark to a flame and ignites your will
Dig
Until the...

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We are young
Love to sing the red maple’s sorrow
Love to ask why people are so busy
Love teasing merchants as they crazily whooped 
Sometimes we see sparrow’s head overturned
We will laugh all day long

Life is dancing with the cloud and moon
Poetry is the vintage
Drunk together with...

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By the time I finished highschool, my top highest dream that I wanted to accomplish before any of my other so many dreams
          Was
            ...

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6:23 PM
Clock ticks ticks ticking 
Hunched back and sprawled all over
I get this feeling
Fingers taps taps clicking
Pen taps in repetition 
I hate this feeling
I stared at the calendar
And scorned at the squeaking birds outside
As well as the date presented
Circled in bold red 
With the words
"Time's...

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Numbers and letters on Excel
Determine how I excel
Teacher plays wizard
Competition rises
Prize of apples, robes, cars
Blood thirsty blood hounds
On a chase
Or a race
Bye, childhood
Friendliness no longer exists
I’m a monster
New goals
Apples, robes, cars
Sweat, blood, tears
What is chivalry?
Camaraderie?
It’s a hunt
For apples, robes, cars
Must survive...

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All those High School years, she stared at smiles
and would envy those, lined up in rows
shoulder to shoulder, enjoying the carefree days.
They with porcelain jewels, of sparkling white
she would have given her life to have such shine,
but was much too shy, to seek their eyes

At...

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He was graced with long life as the work he required,
A present flame, aft he retired,
He deepened the souls that sat before him,
And made them express with written decorum.
He read their assignments with special attention
That challenged and called forth youth's finest rendition. 
He opened the...

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I walk into such thicket for such answers
	Life purpose
		For hope of learning nature’s charms
	To find life purpose
		For those days I lay dying
			I hope to not discover—not living
I not want this life to live
	Not to give up.
		Unless it neededly be so
I wanted to remove from life:
	That...

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I’m huddled up in my usual spot outside
Cold as a dog’s nose
On the old park bench, eating air pies
Drinking crushed sun, watching for a sign
Counting days, waiting for rain
There are signs everywhere, the crowd
In every sense a herd
But not behaving like one
I have seen them...

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