Best Secondary School Poems

"England and America are two countries separated by a common language." 
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I was born unto this world
A little boy called James
I was just like all the rest
Who in the playground played normal games

I knew my life...

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Prayer Poem Dedicated to  Malala of Pakistan


Malala has dedicated her childhood to championing education for girls like her in Pakistan. As she lies in...

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My Village

When I live in the city
I always say what a pity.

When l live on the farm
I always say what a charm.

On the farm, I...

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Hand in hand we walked 
together into Reception
Nothing could stop us and 
together we were three
James and I LARP-ed Doctor 
Who for fun
We talked and...

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I heard it so many times,
“Books are man’s best friends,”
Not just that I wrote an essay of 300 words in my secondary school,
Yes I read...

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Sicut Miles Christi I stand tall 
Sicut Miles Christi I give my all 
To a Man who deprived the devil of his will 
To a...

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So Edward Kamanzola was born on the Christmas Day
The year 1943 and this was declared a rare luck; 
And fortune was expected to trail his...

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Unquotable quotes: Witch-Doctors and Tribal Headmen – XXV (Part Two)

Which Asian “King” would crown himself “Emperor” during an elaborate theatrical ceremony while facing and exhorting...

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He whispered sweet folk tales of his days of yore
.........daddy
He signed my name with non erasable ink, in soothing letters 
......daddy
He opened links for me...

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As a child from Germany I learned to live in a foreign country,
Canada became my home with my parents and relatives.

As a child  from...

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I’m normal, get over it!

I don’t wear women’s clothes
Pout my lips or paint my toes
I don’t eat twenty cakes a week
Or do a selfie and...

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My heart is tender, my spirit is pure
I hate no one I love all.
I seek knowledge even if I am poor.
It is the real weapon...

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My heart is tender, my spirit is pure
I hate no one I love all.
I seek knowledge even if I am poor.
It is the real weapon...

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Each morning as i wake
I remember that it isn't just a day.
Reminisces begin to fall
As I remember it all.

I take a moment to cuddle in...

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