Best Semester Poems

Math, physics, English, and so on—
    alas, are tiresome!
All the professors here go on 
    with a prime axiom....

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the grace of Paris
lingering in my thoughts. . . 
Madrid’s grimy walls

As our small group of students entered Madrid, it was an early morning in...

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We have something in common, a fellow I talk to now and then. We’re about the same age and perhaps the only ones in the...

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She held her mother’s hand
As tears made their way
Down the face called
“Exquisite, beautiful, charming”…
The face that had been her comfort

She could not absorb the pain...

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Hello, I’m you, and you just wrote this poem!
You’ve written hundreds more! One day you’ll find
A place that poet friends world-wide call home.
Creatively, you’ll exercise...

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WE . . .  NOT  FRUSTRATED

Those whose mouth  speak and ooze 
Only fire of a voluble vibrating vocabulary 

Those whose sin is...

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even her name evoked colorful images
Ginger November, a student of mine
quiet girl with ebony hair
a blessing to teach till family troubles intervened

divorcing parents of a...

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It’s May 18th, 2022. I’m poised, alone, heart pounding, in front of my laptop, waiting for courage, my finger hovering over the return key, like...

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~   Hey, Karin - returning your note   ~

Perhaps I'm not your type, alas
        ...

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College students today are a professor's worst nightmare
   They come to class late, with ripped jeans and purple hair
Without a word of apology...

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Dear strong, mysterious Mr. Richter,
I have adored you all semester.

It's all about the way you say "cosign"
and the command you give to busy equations.
You keep...

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Two Young Checkers
(Rhonda)  I’m hearing you Louise.
Ya know my son is still suffering from a (Semester Meltdown) because the (Federal Budget) 
will no longer...

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He was eight when he came to us,
a special Christmas Eve gift,
small, quiet, hollow eyed, hungry.
 
Gifts under the tree bore his name.
His eyes devoured...

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* This poem was written for a contest originally, but was used by Professor Anne-Marie Thornton of Bilkent University in Ankara, Turkey, to teach her...

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The time was 1969, the place- Home-Economics class in junior high. While guys got sent 
to “shop,” those of us of the softer sex learned...

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