Best Semesters Poems
The joyous moments remain even in semesters,
With every night struck in the hostel terrace to see sky full of clusters;
Spending time with roommates and friends is best part,
Jokes during the time of studies creates a healthy atmosphere with great art;
Never ready to share anything with the colleagues,
Eager to beg for Hotspot when the hostel's WiFi gets fatigue;
Canteen's maggi always fascinates mind and heart,
Food in the mess encourage to buy noodles from the mart;
Attending an hour lecture is a tedious task,
When there is no water to energize in the flask;
Concepts in the class are not so important,
Each one has to put their attendance as their only amendment;
We may not be knowing how to copy files in the laptop,
But to make exact xerox of friend's assignment one never going to drop;
Being the junior-most is always a fun,
Wishing to get treats from seniors in the long run;
Refreshment of mind comes with the arrival of fests,
Which brings out the individual's best;
Talent and hobbies outburst in intro,
Day-to-day knowledge make students like us to grow;
The bond of friendship gets stronger gradually,
Tears came out when the journey to college days end finally;
Machines and motors demands to have attention in engineering,
Life@IET is one of the most memorable thing one gets in his/her belonging.
Categories:
semesters, career, cool,
Form:
Light Verse
blistering sun
in between college semesters
construction job
Categories:
semesters, imagery,
Form:
Haiku
My life is as the waterfall
No matter the effort I put forth
I continue to fall into the canyon
With strength of hope and prayers
I climb against forces with my head raise to the heavens
As water gushes over the mountain top
Determined not to give out or accept failure
I dug my toes deep into crevices on the mountainside
Grasping for breathe as I'm hit in the face by the cold water
My mouth is open taking advantage of fresh air
My eyes are blurred by water and mist as in summertime
And crusted over by frost as in fall season
Chilly springtime spawning tornadoes and windstorms
Ice sickles hanging from trees and power lines
I die a little inside again as life is being renewed all around me
Life will go on and I will be forgotten like the ancient dead
Having failed both my classes, losing joy for my studies
What will I do now, I can't go to school for the first since two thousand four
I'm sure I'll be suspended for a year, trying to study breaking free of my cocoon
With just a year left to graduate pending my Associates Degree
I'll have to wait it out all alone this spring and summer semesters, humiliated
I have the heavy of the world on my face since I'm told I look like hubby's mother
After carrying a smile on my face like the sunshine, everyday
Just to hide the night having no stars or moon in my heart, I rain tears of blood inside
Categories:
semesters, depression, water, life, water,
Form:
Prose Poetry
COLLEGE STUDENTS SHAPING MY WINGS
"She did this" and "She tore my paper, I’m red mad!"
"Miss, tell her to quit copying my lines!"
Every nail of rampage was tolerable,
as bright awakenings made semesters less tough.
They joined clubs and played a sneaky gang war
all the crammed jigs my college students fulfilled
only to grin, "Did our exams fly high ?"
"Please, can we have a make-up work, right now?"
The weeks of campus sermons droned along,
Graduation came, in a flash, they were gone!
I remember how the bonfire days used to flame
our summer nights warmed... unbidden and long.
I watched them grow and warmly discovered,
the different shades of patience in my nine lives.
The boyfriends came and then they disappeared,
oh now what? Some became instant brides.
Another set arrived for academe's rites,
while new batches of rogues began to stir.
Again, party hopping rolled with dreams on flight
that's when my wonder sparked a renewed glow.
With folios of ideas marked,"Let's start".
Each one carrying gifts of awe so dear,
I tossed them all with glitters from my heart…
but, these groups flexed my wings to stretch wider
as a more untamed troop outsmarted the last!
For Silent One's Contest
A Poem That Time Forgot
Categories:
semesters, caregiving,
Form:
Free verse
Surfing You Tube, I come upon
“Til The World Ends” by
Three Dog Night. It was a lesser
hit of theirs from 1975, but
it always reminded me of you,
and that time we were
going to up to Lake Erie
between semesters.
I’d squandered my summer steel
mill cash on Black Russians,
and was nebulous about the trip
in a nimbus way. So, when you asked
me if it was about the money,
that night on my grandfather’s
front porch swing
---of course, it wasn’t---
So, we went to Lake Erie
for the time of our untold lives.
I can evoke “The Return of the Pink
Panther”, a yellow hair dryer,
and waking up from a particular nap.
But, given our model of
discourse, it is not
surprising that we didn’t
attain the apocryphal It
--despite our subsequent
engagement—
And that’s because life
is a business,
and we were a lemonade stand.
All of which is a cul de sac
looping back to those
three dog nights, which is an Eskimo
expression, some say, long before
Eli’s Coming, and Joy to the World,
referring to those coldest of nights
when it took three dogs on the bed to keep
us...and them... from freezing---
Symbiosis---to employ a more scientific
term where poetry doesn’t apply anymore.
“Til the World Ends” cracked the
Top 40 to number 32, the Dog’s
last hop upon the mattress. But
those soaring falsetto peals
on the fade out....Oh yes, that’s it.
Categories:
semesters, love,
Form:
Free verse
It is the second night of Passover.
Biden and team, supporting Palestine?
And accusing great Israel of genocide?
Please pass me a tall, glass of cyanide!
Our strongest ally, Israel tossed to the ground.
While AOC cheers on rabid, violent protesters ?
Universities, some, only online for semesters!
American leadership is miles away from sound!
America gives aid to Iran and its friends?
The liberal news strictly dedicated to blatant lies,
Blowing deadly, thick smoke into our blnded eyes.
This is the sad day, the greatness of America ends!
4/24/2024
Categories:
semesters, america,
Form:
Rhyme
New semester.
Did my courses run?
Oh yeah, but too many.
Work on my syllabi.
I promise I won’t cry.
The night before class.
I pace the kitchen.
Sending prayers up.
Are you listening;
Please make my students be nice.
Calling my friends for advice.
First day of class.
Please impress them.
Some activity.
Get to know them.
At night memorize their names.
Two students named the same. (Always)
Long semesters.
Trudge across campuses.
In the rain and snow.
Am I at the right school-do you know?
My Google Assistant gave up long ago.
End of semester.
All my students cry.
I break my promise.
I let them see me cry.
We will be friends for a long time.
New semester.
Did my courses run? …
Categories:
semesters, hope, school, work,
Form:
Free verse
Walking near the old schoolyard
these ears can hear a child's laughter HARD
Voices of my friends YESTERDAY
Our world was young as we continued to play
Semesters,
to the study hall and BASKETBALL in the gym
The LUNCH ROOM where the pizza was served
and after that..CHOCOLATE COOKIES for desert
1:00 and RECESS fun
quarter of two and our day is almost done
FRIENDS to go home with
SLEEPOVERS for the night
I still recollect,
about the joy we found that night
innocence then,
never became that way again
I never became the jock or funny clown
when puberty hit
JUNIOR HIGH put me down
To accept the good as well the taunting
I GO BACK NOW,to the faces that are HAUNTING
That was then,my friend..
AND THIS IS NOW at 36 and counting!!
Categories:
semesters, angst, happiness, sad, social,
Form:
A voice inside said,
come, come back
to the place where
my college years
started.
Burnt out
I came back
from college
in Cedar Falls
for the summer
to a familiar place,
and I was reborn.
Six others and I stayed
in the fraternity
working summer jobs.
The quiet bars near campus
and familiar places
echoed memories
of the bustle
of fall and spring semesters.
But now I sought
a sense of peace,
and two geese swam
on Lake Laverne
near the Memorial Union.
The sun reflected on sidewalks
that crisscrossed
the university campus
journeys taken
of myself and others
to discover who we were.
In the midst of classes
and changing measures,
and I found my place,
although I knew
my life would take
me somewhere beyond.
But for now
the voice that said transfer
two years earlier
called me back.
Categories:
semesters, places,
Form:
Free verse
While idling away the precious minutes
tapping into the wide whirled web
a smattering of random words and phrases
(in an attempt to jump/kick start
pinteresting material to sink figurative teeth),
thoughts pinwheeled back decades ago,
when attention attuned to forfeited, languished,
squandered... college/university chums,
whose persona, dogma, charisma...
appealed to my contemplative,
introspective, perceptive... prospective
positive interpersonal comrades.
Nonpareil ability to remember
smattering college chums
knowing their first and surname
found yours truly in good stead,
when surfing the Internet
typing critical (race theory - ha) data
within Google search bar
for long lost buddies
than daring to dial
accompanying telephone number
with various and sundry information
experiencing successful results
after a few (tailor made) swift keystrokes.
At first while sitting in front of the Macbook Pro,
no deliberate intent arose to jog memory bank
housing dormant circumstances,
thus I merely let thoughts aimlessly drift
invariably ruminating about mein kampf
in an attempt to craft another poem.
An unexpected outcome regarding
delving into the murky past,
comprising my life and hard times
where I dwelt in a bleak house,
when presence of existential crisis
even then did smolder
within the bowels of me being
analogous to a dormant volcano
gurgling ala lava lee liquid rock.
Nevertheless, I did manage
to strike up warm rapport
with a handful of fellow students,
yet such found camaraderie
fizzled and faded once I withdrew
after matriculating couple of semesters
at about half a dozen
institutions of higher learning.
Now I chide myself neglecting
potential kindred souls,
and ponder what meaningful outcome
can be distilled from fledgling acquaintances
that never given opportunity to flourish.
More challenging to nurture lapsed prospect,
but taking risks adds adventure
to mine rather fluted humdrum existence.
Categories:
semesters, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form:
Free verse
'Twas the night before tomorrow
And the morning after that.
Father Time passed by discretely,
Didn’t even tip his hat.
The calendars of bygone years
Stacked up to nothing much.
The women I’d been cozy with
Keep mostly out of touch.
Can’t measure by semesters
With a stale curriculum.
Can’t reckon by elections
And corrupt officialdom.
The priests of possibilities
Preach sermons on TV,
And offer their salvation
With extended warrantees.
Shameless conmen hawking snake oil
Rake in millions every year,
With quarantines and lockdown
On the omicron frontier.
Tried to tip toe past temptation
Couldn’t circumvent the booze.
All those Christmas decorations
Can’t disguise these solstice blues.
Categories:
semesters, allegory, betrayal, christmas,
Form:
Burlesque
Can’t keep my mind steady
Paranoid about where I’m headed
Asking me why I changed
I tried not to
But at the time
It seemed inevitable
Leaving spectators to judge my heart
Tell me was it credible
Rumors become curtesy of lynching’s
Secular thoughts
trapped in traditional dimensions
Trying to make it to a new year
Upon completion of duel semesters
But I can’t with draw from beefing
With these crooked city officials
Going through what I’m going through
I look to the future
And wonder how I’ll make it financially
My conscience is ignoring the thought
Leaving the reality of the subject
To answer me
I’m paying my taxes
Yet still in courtrooms
I’m awaiting legal faxes
Brutalized and feeling less than human
Thinking to myself, “I’ll stack my riches”
And in twenty years you’ll see a new man
Sleeping with a pistol
Awaking by every wind that whistles
it's become less considerable
to maintain a comfort at ease
Contemplating going to war against individuals
I know I can’t beat
But my refusal to allow them
To bring me to my knees
Has brought warmth to my shoulders and sleeves
Caught up in traffic can I escape detainment
It appears that I missed a court arraignment
Maybe it’s my suffering that you call entertainment
Got a phone call from a love
In Wisconsin, running in the snow
Said she was wondering how I was
Wishing me a happy new years
And wondering how things were going
In the open Monroe
She giggled and told me
She was reminiscing of us cuddled up
Snacking on cheese curdles
She laughed and said I miss you
I laughed and said
I see you still smile like an untouched pearl
Categories:
semesters, adventure, caregiving, life, music,
Form:
Lyric
i'am not handsome
by any sight of the imagination
not a Billy D. nor a Densel Washington
don't have a job like Warren Buffet or Bill Gates
in fact in my wallet may have the sum of soft money $128.00
now of low self-esteem I AM
I KNOW NO ONE WANTS ME
I perfect pearly white teeth
and I don't degrees of education
some semesters in college
don't own a new car to drive on the street
home's not paid for
all my clothes bought at Walmart
did I say i'm not handsome
now of low self-esteem I AM
I KNOW NO ONE WANTS ME
THE STORY OF A MAN WITH LOW SELF ESTEEM
8/13/18
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.©2018
Categories:
semesters, absence, cheer up, deep,
Form:
Free verse
It was 64ºf and overcast this morning when Lisa and I started our 5-mile jog to the Harbor and back. We always start our semesters this way. We’re emotionally ready for fall weather and hopefully, a long and cruel winter.
Sunny, Lisa, Leong and I were starting the morning with breakfast together. We have summer catching up to do.
Of course, Sunny never does the expected. Over a bowl of heart-shaped Cheerios in the cafeteria, she announced that she’s “really going to try this year.”
“That's a choice,” Leong admitted dryly.
“You mean academically?” Lisa asked, for clarification purposes.
“Wait,” Leong updogged, “Did your parents ask for proof that you were here?”
Sunny rolled her eyes, she knew she’d get trolled with a newfangled declaration like that, but she meant it and she wasn’t tempted to elaborate.
“You’re a phoenix, rising from the ashes,” I said encouragingly.
“It’s a 4th in a lifetime opportunity,” Lisa noted.
Handling university academics is largely a structural task.
All it requires is artfully arranging information and slices of time.
“You’ve got this,” I affirmed.
“Let’s not get excited,” Sunny cautioned, “One reason I’m so hot is that I’m emotionally unavailable.”
“It’s your best quality.” Leong observed.
Tick tock, we’re all still unpacking but things are taking shape. Senior year starts in 3 days.
.
.
Songs for this:
Suddenly I See by KT Tunstall
Don't You Worry 'Bout A Thing by Stevie Wonder
Our cast:
Sunny, (roommate) 21, is from Nebraska, she’s a cowgirl (seriously, she has a quarter horse and barrel races it), she’s an outspoken fem-facing ladies-lady whose life is an endless parade of ‘sleepovers.’ Sunny knows all the best gossip and she’s somehow befriended all the professors.
Lisa, (roommate) 21, A Manhattanite and reluctant ‘glamor girl.’ My bff. A fellow (pre-med) molecular biophysics and biochemistry major.
Leong, (roommate) 21, is from Macau, China - the Las Vegas of Asia and a proud communist (don’t knock it til you’ve tried it). She and Sunny are ‘molecular, cellular, and developmental biology majors.’ I speak Cantonese - I lived in Shenzhen China (about 30 miles from Macau) - maybe that’s why she was originally paired with us?
Me, Your writer is just a simple country girl from Athens Georgia.
Categories:
semesters, friendship, humor, morning, school,
Form:
Free verse