Class Poems | Examples of Class Poetry

Time's gone, religion's in decline, Why don't we care about this line? Used by tyrants, the poor consider it fate, Do they care about the poor's state? The night of darkness started soon, But still shining the brightest moon. Tyrants swimming in a pool, Poor watching, feeling cool Different religions, different rules. Poor confused, but they are fools. Horror dreams, horror thoughts, They are holding charity...

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Six besties had agreed at graduation, pinky swore, to meet ten years later no matter where they'd be, come what may. And here they were finally: Gayle, Suzie, Diane, Donna, Lucy, Michelle, together at last from across the country. They had kept in touch through facebook as much as their busy schedules allowed. All had gone off to university or college. Some had since married, some had...

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Soft heart can tell the silent dark sky's heat, Red eyes might grow tough to handle mettle... That Is how small the mind could be to beat. Finger might flip up hints to pure deceit, Somewhat so close to Cain's stunt on Abel; Soft heart can tell the silent dark sky's heat. Alcohol could have actualised such treat, Upon rage within, ever...

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We Wear The Mask by Paul Laurence Dunbar After poem by Olabosoye Wemimo Olaoluwa Love of our land's labour should make us proud; The efforts, time, and energy put through... Well enough to place our pride clear as vowed. But we wear the mask of pain we don't plowed, When slavery is to labourers in blue... Love of our land's labour...

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I wish lie could see, Justly of truth as so be, But lie's wish does flee... Far away truth eye's decree. Tales, love tells are often so high For eyes to catch up, But which, mind's wish could swallow? Why won't lie be blur, Not as life moments defer? But how light prefer Beyond possible threat's stir... Tales are often so high, love tells... Eyes up to...

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Under my covers We talked skin to skin Shaking and trembling Wondering when to begin With one little whisper And one little grin I entered heaven While knowing I sinned I’m not sure about you But my soul can’t pretend What started at hello For me never ends All the words for your ears Can only live in my pen It’s the passion that’s lacking It’s only calling...

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my mind's a plane that takes off slow drifting where I don't even know while teachers talk and clocks just tick I'm floating past the classroom thick I see colors no one else can see places where I just want to be a secret world inside my head where nothing's boring, nothing's dead sometimes it feels like I'm awake but really, I'm on a...

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She doesn't speak, she just observes feeling all the hidden curves every laugh and every tear holding close what's far and near in the noise, she's calm and still quiet heart, but strong will things that burn inside her chest never spoken, never stressed she's the calm beneath the storm different, soft, a secret form the loudest voice you'll never see the quiet one, who...

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Beware the lion that walks in silence. He roars not in markets, nor chants in parades— He sharpens his claws beneath the rubble, And his vengeance waits in plain sight. O Israel, Do not live in yesterday's trumpet. David slew Goliath, yes— But not every stone shall fly again. The soil of Persia is ancient and proud, It has buried empires and baptized invaders. The...

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I stood in front of my class and cried biscuits over you squirting out my elegant tears like fish eggs while you took selfies in a muscle shirt that read 'Don't be such a mermaid'...

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-The Chalk Beneath My Fingernails- I walk a path where roads dissolve, Where rivers rise and hopes revolve, Through jungle mist and dusty lanes, With every step, I carry names— Of children born with hollow bowls, But eyes that shine like tempered coals. The schoolhouse leans against the sky, Its roof a patchwork, spirits high. The walls may crack, the floor may creak, But voices...

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All my friends are round And their hair is gray I can hardly walk On class reunion day I'd be safe and warm If I'd stayed in bed today Class reunion dreamin' Oh what a telling day Fell down in a lurch When stumbling 'long the way Well, I got up on my knees And there I was...

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I hear the train in the distance I still have some time though it is getting shorter Bought my ticket cost me a lot The train whistle calls my name It hasn't arrived when the conductor will call all aboard and my ticket will be punched I paid first class I need to get some errands done Good byes forgiveness and tears...

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Look, London ladies, buff your speech Mind your soiled plantation fingers Nary a trace of our old worlds Occupy their halls royally Porcelain cups poised on pinkies...

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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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