Class Poems | Examples of Class Poetry

Sarah's need for order Marcus's wild imagination Aisha's emotional intelligence Thomas's critical thinking Bonding occurs through shared purpose: "We sink or swim together" Reactions happen when elements combine: conflict ? resolution confusion ? clarity individual ?...

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Art class: where mistakes become discoveries, where mess means learning, where every child is Picasso and Einstein rolled into one paint-stained possibility. ...

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He was deeply worried, A problem lay within, Buried in the depths of his heart, Countless slaves in his possession. He wanted to control All of them, he needed A unique identity for each. Suddenly, he struck upon The idea of a fingerprint. ...

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This is a problem growing in direct proportion To the papers that we face very soon In everyone’s speech a pronounced distortion And half the class sleepwalking at noon I’m here chiefly to bring to your attention You may soon not understand us Because I for one, others by extension Shall be speaking nothing but Physics because James is moving about too excited Gerald...

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Labubu grins, a curious work of art, Kasing Lung’s dream, brought forth from the heart. Pop Mart displays, collecting carts start, Lisa’s embrace gives trends a new chart. People of faith, consider your part, Not every craze should capture your heart. Fame’s shining lure can pull us apart, Discernment and wisdom must always take part. Enjoy what...

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Concrete dust drifts like sand across a coastal path. An old woman battered with facial features that hung on her face, Disconnected and hanging. She leans forward in her blumonge, waterproof, unwashed nylon flares from Matalan. They ruffle in the wind as she looks out withdrawn onto the A350. Her gaze is muffled by a sheen of...

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~that she saw her mother as a child lying strewn on the kitchen floor black and blue~ ~that the taste does not matter only that it should be sufficient~                  that what you don't know won’t hurt you   ~that she’d let those who don’t know her home feel the fight stuffed in her school blouse~ ~that she has...

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Every picture I’ve seen of you as a child, You wear your hair in plaits. A stern middle parting and two dark brown braids Falling down on each shoulder. A maypole’s dream. You would do your best to wash them when you could, When shampoo was available, Or even in the single, small bathroom. You would vigorously scrub your face too With...

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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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