Best Schoolpeople Poems
Today’s students strive only to meet expectations
We used to go all out to exceed expectations
Young people have no real goals, just vague destinations
Their minds seem to be set on low-level vibrations
Our young people seem to lack worthy aspirations
Discouraged teachers are left with exasperation
With weapons in schools they must avoid confrontations
And keep a close eye on escape route locations
These kids can’t even hold meaningful conversations
Or do the simplest mathematic calculations
Their free time is spent in video game fixations
A "C" or a "D" harvests little indignation
Teachers get no support from school administrations
Even when students fail final examinations
These unmotivated kids have few variations
They only want to slide by and meet expectations
One day these children will be running corporations
Or choosing how governments make appropriations
It’s frightening when you consider the implications
For our world's future, I have angst-filled expectations
* For Paula's "Meeting Expectations" contest
I just realized here I am looking down on myself. Literally living off my own self-pity.
Drowning myself with my memories of all the people who have hurt me .I was literally
sitting in a pool of my own self-pity. Me that’s all I seem to think about. I spent so much
time just thinking of things to drown myself with and reasons why the hole world should fell
sorry for me. I realize I seem to have forgotten why people wonted to hurt me. It was
because all my life I took on a role of protecting people. The very people who later turned
there backs on me. Everything I went though was for a good cause. I was standing up for
people who had long lost there own voices. I protected them and I built them up. I stood with
them and sometimes when it got hard I carried them though it. Now that I remember I can
hold my head up high and live my life with now knowing that if I could go back in time I
would change nothing.
The day is sad
swallowed up in tears
Can't see any good faces
they all look the same
Running throuhg the clouds
trip and fall on my face
even thunder jumps
at the boom of my pain
All the stupied people I see
make the snow melt
I am just a snowflake
in a world of people I see
Pushing, Shoving.
Whisphers, Cussing.
Your one of many,
In a walking croud with plenty.
Finding your way through the maze
can be really crazy.
People gathered in groups
blocking your paths.
Some people walking slow,
others too fast.
You feel like they're steping on you.
their breath on your back.
Every one has their on path in mind,
criss crossing trails swerve in and out.
Some people confident,
others in doubt.
Hot tempered boys bump,
and a fight breaks out.
Passing people you hear bits of gossip.
Something about a cute guy named Rob.
Sue dropped out.
Fred lost his job.
There's a party at my house.
And who won the fight that just broke out.
The minute bell rings.
Conversation cut short.
People run faster,
then they ever did berfore.
If they graded p.e based on that,
Everone would have an A,
And that's a fact.