Best University Poems

Home to President Woodrow Wilson
Ivy scaled Monmouth’s outer walls
Laughter of youth from decades past
Resonated in marble-floored halls

The theater building was set apart
Further down Cedar Avenue
Another spirit stalked the stage
Where college actors made debuts

A gift from the Monmouth Race Park
Actors’ dressing rooms were stalls
Where a stealthy...

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For the lady who resides at 7th floor

I meditate as I close my eyes, so much of her glamorous face,
The loveliest aesthetic art that brings me joy and grace –
The definite hue of her skin, her small black eyes, her ethereally crafted lips;
If she were...

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Enrollment day begins for us
the moment we arrive.
We begin our education
in the University of life.
The subjects taught are vital.
They're stressful and demanding.
They require our full attention,
in our search for understanding.
Lessons are taught over and over,
again and again and again.
And every lesson will be repeated,
until we...

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Can't believe I'm penning this mess,
but I must address the gifted poetess,
Jan Allison has a degree from the
distinguished Poot-Toot University,
she has a PhD in Fartology.
An expert she is,
and, gee whiz,
anyone who writes of farts
so funnily,
is the "Queen of Flatulence,"
a PoetrySoup decree!

And yes, I know some...

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“GO BLUE!” I hear the crowd scream, 
the fans all get excited and blow off steam-
University of Michigan rocks college football, 
as the Wolverines prevail and Ohio State falls. 

Maize and Blue with Michael Jordan jumpman, 
jerseys to die for, everyone dressed in the stands-
A...

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(a disastrous morning Sonnet)

I am the very model of a girl who’s late for morning meal,
my charger failed, the printer jammed, the morning’s start has been surreal
I lost a scrunchy and a shoe, I had to use some dry shampoo
my Keurig had no k-cups too,...

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Like Harry Potter, the sorting hat (my mom)
has placed me in a bloody, crimson colored school.
It’s disorienting, as I go about, the logos are wack.

Poor little rich girl
no beachside lovers
this interminable, scorching summer.

I’m swept up by scholastic spirit.
Can you hear it? Cause it’s deafening me,
on...

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Today is the first day of school
the summer too short at the pool
	school days are long
	this is so wrong 
I think going to school isn’t cool
 
My father insists that I go
though I argued loud with a No
	I squawk and squirm
	I’m no bookworm
sure I know...

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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 a child hoping the timing of my keystroke will bring me luck.

I took this summer off - which drove my...

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I’m in a psychology class and as part of it we filled out several, detailed, personality evaluations. They said these were helpful in forming a psychological profile of the freshmen classes each year and of particular interest were these COVID years.

The professor said she’d be...

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We decided to take a walk.
If the moon and stars still existed,
they were hidden behind clouds.

Then a fog hit us like a wave, a cloud 
that had run out of gas and crashed on us,
to further shrink the perceptible world.

Ordinary, walking people became vague 
phantoms...

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(*This piece may have a limited audience - but don’t ALL my pieces??*)

Some of the best advice from my Fro-Co (seniors who volunteer as freshman advisors):

If you’re stuck in your room (due to the pandemic) open the windows.
Exercise every day - outside if you can...

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So you've been around the world and
Have university degrees and
Married
With lots of trophies?

With all you have-
You should be ashamed
Throughout your life-
No wisdom you have gained?

So this is your worth and
this is your cost
today you have everything
so tomorrow- will be lost.

I lay here scribbling words
Feeling guilty...

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To take the hero's journey, I left the ordinary world. 

Now my heart is wildly pounding because the wolf is at my door.
That tireless executioner craves the very blood therein my veins,
but I set out to defeat it, so I guess I can’t complain.

The wolf...

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We have to write a lot of essays
and I love it - the twisting of words, 
the molding of nouns and verbs until 
thoughts are clear and paragraphs 
sit symmetrical and idealized.

I’ll write a paper, and scowling,
write another version and another 
- lavishing them with...

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