School Class Poems | Examples
These School Class poems are examples of Class poems about School. These are the best examples of Class School poems written by international poets.
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(Weekly Magnetic Poetry Challenge • July 6–12, 2026)
Eddie says,
In Deutschland, school is free, a total score!
In Italy, the table is mighty light!
But here, the debt reaches astounding heights
And leaves us face-down on the floor!
This student debt is such a massive chore.
Online certificates? Yeah, they're alright.
College, for most learners is overpriced.
Because the Ivy League's a big debt score.
We need some healthcare for every old soul,
Not med bills that're totally out of whack!
It's bogus how they strip us of control.
The student debt system is busted crap.
Let's strive to use reason to reach our goal,
With education and health on fast track!
To exersize without using your body.' To over eat. And not gain weight, to introduce
An illness to humanity, yet not yourself getting any consequense.' To interfere with
Created seeds, and expect no problems
To feed meat products to herbivore cattle
And not create a sickness.' To teach low quality lessons in school, yet expect outstanding results, to glorify violence and
Expect safety.' To export your wealth yet
Expect a resilient economy, to denigrate and remove the experienced people, yet not expect extreme financial difficultiys.'
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 into life has begun
Because your time has finally come
For talking too much in class, we've buttoned your lip.
If the teacher does ask you to talk, here is a little tip.
You unbutton your lip just like a button on your shirt.
The first few times, you may feel a little hurt.
So be gentle, so your lip ~ doesn't rip.
Tuesday lasses
we all have classes
get up and go
there’s no time to waste
join the flow
there’s no reason to wait
everyone’s hustling
coffee guzzling
bus shuttling
paper shuffling
syllabus assessing
apple-watch checking
there’s a fall-like feeling
making things more appealing
file off of the bus
and join the crush
trudging up science hill
thru the doors up the stairs
climbing in pairs,
in class, at last,
setup and relax.
I open my binder
and hand in the assignment
the guy beside me can’t find it.
and the TA moves on
the guy’s upset and I get it
he’s frantic and grim
I pretend I’m not watching him
as he ransacks his rucksack
too late, they’re taking roll
carelessness takes its toll
Mashed potatoes, Mom’s heavenly creation.
Such a gourmet creation, was an alpine white.
Green beans, like a Christmas decoration.
Candles were benevolently, not bright.
I can still inbreahe steaks, sizzling in a pan.
Hot Croissants were nestled on the table
Tinkling glassware in my young girl’s hands.
Angelic youth, ever, tender, soft and stable
Prayers were recited.
Then, our dinner began.
3/27/2023
Dedicated in memory of the the loss of the three children and
adults murdered in Nashville this morning in a Christian school.
Saturday at school
like any Saturday
Oh So cool,
We took a computer class,
Not knowing how long
it would last.
It was the freedom of information,
Given without hesitation.
By a gentleman who knew
without a doubt,
what he was talking about.
We learn new computer terms
Some we had already known,
Questions were answered
and we were in the zone.
The affair was hosted by
A friendly lady librarian
who has her own share of clout,
as door prizes were handed out.
For everyone lucky enough
to be there,
We left the affair with plenty
of Saturday to spare.
The teacher said to take a seat. I did. She made me bring it back.
John g. Lawless
©10/9/2022
A student walks out of class in sixth grade.
There are no consequences, lots of understanding.
Empathy galore.
There is no apology to teacher or the class.
Second student walks out.
Same scenario.
Third and fourth students walk out together.
No consequences.
They get to eat lunch with the superintendent.
Everyone tries to understand them.
This was week two of school.
By the end of the first semester half the class is walking out daily.
We have no idea why.
Hiz fingrs they did be tray him
koudn't keep tim to, uh, a beats
Hiz toz about awkwordlee the same
All left foots, Joe, of sadly sez, wur
Wer iz hop, wen kids kant reed or rit
An if they kant dants, they be to wit
_________________________________
This is a composite of what I was dealing
with as a tutor, pre-COVID, by the way.
The kid who wrote this is now a high
school honors student... And if you be-
lieve that, I sell leak-proof cabins in the
African Rain Forest you might be inter-
ested in. ...
Mosquito Beaters Luncheon
Class of '64
By Franklin Price
03/17/2022
It was only just a week ago
That we met at Island Time
Older now and maybe wiser
Than when young and in our prime
The faces looked familiar
As the years were wiped away
We were the class of '64
Who had come to lunch that day
I exchanged hugs with ladies
With a light kiss on the cheek
Put my arm around the men folk
Shook their hands, I'm not a geek
We enjoyed each others' company
It had been too long, too far
Reminisced a lot of history
Got a few beers from the bar
When the lunch was over
And we went our separate ways
We had smiles on all our faces
From remembering the days
my friend cannot spell it is true
and was stuck on the word iq
when teacher did shout
before passing out
my library books overdue.
Sixth grade comes in singing and dancing, rapping, stomping, stamping.
Sounds like a herd of wild stallions, two hundred strong.
There are twenty-two of them.
Seventeen boys, four girls.
I have to ask them to be respectful while I give directions.
One, two, three, four, five, seven, eleven, fifteen times.
They act horrible.
I know now why the regular art teacher has called in sick four Wednesdays.
She is here in the morning, before the sixth graders’ class.
The things that the school jokester would do
There’s times he almost turned the air blue
He would moon when in class:
Which was not a class act
And pee over the seats in the loo.
His toy rat ran all over the floor
The teacher screamed and ran out the door
A rat-catcher then came
Found out who was to blame
And boy jokester was heard of no more.
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23rd November 2020
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