Best Top Of The Class Poems

Millicent Portia Ponsonby-Smyth
Could speak fluent French by the time she was five.
By the age of just eight she was top of her class,
There wasn’t a test that she couldn’t pass.
English and maths she coped with just fine
And quantum mechanics she’d mastered by nine.
Her parents were...

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Aged four and half, first day at school
he was going to prove he was no fool,
through boredom disrupted his class
which continued each following day alas,
by luck or fate proved he was not pathetic
my poor boy was diagnosed as dyslexic,
many years past struggling but determined
With this...

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With respect there’s nothing to omit
saying I love you within these walls,
everything I write weaves in orbit
whilst time in haste reminds me and calls.
To you with eyes so bright hopes convey
confident from my heart words will pour,
oh gypsy in rags my poem will say
it’s not...

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“The God Complex”



His face imprinted 
hidden under layers of ink
he whispers his words

like a haunting breeze
dust blown off the pages
towards the back of their minds

once-in-a-while 
reminding them of stories 
they are eventually, all souls

book-marked 
tagged and categorised 
all bought with a price 

to be mined
unfolding...

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The busted fire hydrant on the corner sprays water down like rain.
Water gushes down the dirty gutter, relieving this humid pain.

Sipping iced tea in their air-conditioned houses on the hill or in high-rise,
They don’t know how the streets burn little feet, or pretend not to...

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Your pins and needles adorn your face
your hair the colour of liquid grass,
your universe of hard knocks your grace
places you for me top of the class.

 © Harry J Horsman 2020...

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Far as the Politics and this is my voice
Medical Marijuana is the right choice 

Even though that road is no longer for me
It serves a purpose and that’s clear to see

Convicts are growers as it thins out the pen
Offering the players a game they can...

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Thank you to my wonderful parents, with out whom I wouldn't be half the person I am today.
Thank you for everything you do for me, every single day!
When I was sick, you did everything to make me better
Chicken soup with my medication, and a nice...

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I AM HARMONICA DEONTIA BALDWIN!

Somebody said Harmonica Baldwin was a smart child.
That she would grow into her womanhood and set the world afire.
Her characteristics inform her personality.
Harmonica Baldwin is magnetic.
She is perceptive and mindboggling.
Within, Harmonica is alluring.
She is inspired by her need to discover cures...

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Grandfather
I cry, I hold it in, I cry. 
I hate the way I saw you tonight,
Wrapped up in wires,
Sleeping beneath the shut off lights,
But this is no sleep your in,
Its just a moment before your passing. 
Oh Grandfather,
I will forever hold the memory,
Of slick juice...

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There are times here on Soup it feels just like that..
And that is not a bad thing as I will soon chat..
We have class clowns that keep the smiles wide..
Way back in the class is Dave with his green hair he wants to hide..
In my...

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The Life I Would Have Lived

Oh, mommy, mommy, God said on the day that I
was born, He had picked me out just for you,
and as I got a little bit older I was to help you with what
you were called in life to do.

Oh, yes,...

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The holidays are at an end
Lots of money we did spend
With trips away
Out for the day 
Lots of fun
In the rare English sun 

Day on a farm with lots of hens
And alpaca and  pigs in there pens 
A butterfly sanctuary with moths too
Showing wings that...

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Thousands of people drowning in their self perception.
Hundreds of people, searching for a place.
Tens of people changing to fit in.
One person, feels alone.

She sits at home and no one even knows,
She’s breaking down, to the ground.
She can’t keep up, she’s so behind.
If you could see...

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It was a small school community, 
Close and cliquish, but a special one,
For physically disabled people, kids,
And so sometimes it was fun.

But we were paired informally, by the school’s ethos done,  
For those serious friendship conversations;
About disability and our societal position,
And for considering what...

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