Class Poems | Examples of Class Poetry

We did not carve the Sphinx — We birthed it. Not stone, But stillness. Not art, But ascension. It was no monument to pride, But a vehicle of souls, Where kings walked in silence And queens soared in stars, Riding the breath of eternity To the edge of the unknowable. In its darkened chamber, Where light was not needed, We entered the womb of cosmos And fed on the black...

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We are going our separate ways, but we will not be alone. We will carry a piece of everyone around us, as well as those who are now gone. Memories may fade as we continue through life, but one thing we will all remember is this moment in time....

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From the Beach Boys on back to Bach for inspiration, it’s best to leave rock Unless of course, a rocking chair is meant in which case I dare not dissent ...

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Listen to the voice in you And it will tell you what to do Shake the burden off your head And meditate upon your bed Listen carefully to the voice inside you And it will guide you, it is the voice That speaks the truth, it is the voice That will redeem you from your Battered youth, head strong Weak heart, head strong and Broken...

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This day has finally come Your future has now begun School days are all you know Into your dreams you will now grow Looking back, so many years Moving forward brings many tears A whole new life lies in wait It's up to you which destiny you create Future beyond, you hold inside of your hand Inspiration of dreams only you understand Your journey...

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Atop a bed of plastic In a house made of bone I am helpless to feel Rome’s revival Men become sheep and wolves Crusaders line up for war Careless toward their fellow heretic Houses burn Stone pillars rise from foundations All as the sands of time bury the path forward Yet even as they do, water still runs in the bath house...

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I look at myself in the mirror quickly Satisfied with what i saw, i smiled sweetly With a head held high i walked out confidently all eyes were staring at me intently Whats with me they think deeply? So i smile slyly. I know im not that pretty, Nor i cannot be that sexy, But believe me, i can make u look...

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The Ones who Teach, help us Learn, And in The End, become, a Quick source of a Friend. We are Bound to Seperate, And Fall to different Lines or Paths. But Maybe, —Still— Make a Friend. ...

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Thales the monist (But Phales first) Anaxamander's apeiron Bound by Thales's thirst Aristotle's forms are particular He found Plato forms peculiar A dualistic idealist Mathematically sure (Or so he thought) and no one bought Pythagoras's mysticism Mathematical or not And then there's Kant A metaphysical agnostic Hume's empiricism Is left to criticism And Barkley left a theological veneer On a history of philosophy so ***** Leaving no one to know for sure We'll...

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Attempting to think As these reasoners of Greece If I reason a thirty-secondly Of these, that'll give me peace I must admit this it is not how I get my kicks, Reading all this course material so prolix, In all fairness I must bequeath to give my attention to my teacher, To study in waters muddy Van Til and Bahnsen make clear to reason...

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Bound by the Streets, where the poor Class prevails, With Cold, hardened hearts, some are born by jail With slicked-back hair and a comb in our hands, We Greasers survive in a rough, Tough land Through thick and thin, Hoods are roots in the ground, A bond like steel, unshaken and unbound No matter the odds, we won’t face defeat Born by...

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It's a dirty game! Some people'll say it's not a type I'll ever in my life play! But you that claim clean, why don't you enter in? And go make that dirty game clean? I bet you'll be mute For it is the truth That no single human being Can a championship in politics be he But I must confess, it's not either...

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The class thing I’m working class from the very beginning, my mother worked in a fish factory putting sardines In the meantime, she went to work before me. My breakfast was standing in the kitchen, eating a slice of bread with margarine. if the school served breakfast, I ate there I noticed early in life that those...

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Life has an odd habit of making you miss old street curbs and stop signs. The street I miss the most though has to be that cross-street between the crab apple orchard and my friend Jackson’s house. Something about that place felt infinite. And something about sometimes friends feels greater than sometimes. Would I go back? Absolutely not....

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It's due... So what am I going to do? The funds have gotten low And the flow has been slow And I just don't know... But I got to keep the lights on I got to keep the water running Nothing in the fridge or the cupboards, c'mon Lord, please keep me from jumping This darn phone keeps ringing But no good news its bringing It's...

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