Classmates Poems - Poems about Classmates

My classmates Theresa Trot had a snot Hanging from her nose She sniffs and snorts and swallows But Theresa never blows. Now it’s run down past her lips And settled on her chin Her teeth look really shiny When Theresa starts to grin. She sits next to Janice McManus Who`s bouncing around on one shoe It looks quite a feat as she hops to her seat As...

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Curious minds seek knowledge, laughter, friendship, shared classmates, hearts connected. Chatter fills the air, laughter beyond imagination classmates together. As war comrades we stand to strive hard, good memories we still create. Like red ants on march hands held heartedly with with heavenly blessing, to cross that star fived sea(L5) classmates together, so sad three stayed with the flag in a foreign land, hope we forget never to forget, lovely...

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She has begged to see me all day. The teacher and I have tried to figure it out. But it has not worked out, so I see her in the morning. She is a fourth-grade delight. With a big problem. She needs to know how to control her classmates. I suggest that she let them be themselves. This is a letdown for...

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“CPR is only done to dead people,” or, at least, I was taught that in an oddly-lit conference room at a local EMS center. The instructor would’ve had to have used me as a real example if the course took any longer. I showed all the tell...

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We spent the day together reliving old stories of collegiate escapades Reunions, however small, resurrect vigor...

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Pleasant classmate Joyfulness, friend ...

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A Reverie of Childhood A true sacred place and time of innocence where all things simple, fun, and happy touched deeply my heart and soul. For things that seemed real at first glance but full of some surprises later that many of us were too young to understand. A time where there was an instant camaraderie between and among us...

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Christopher Black: with his big back-pack. Liam Short; ironically he was. Aiden Craven: his names almost matched Simon Pal - and he was a pal! Stuart Grove; didn't know him much Matthew Huss; he sat on the opposite side to us Adam Ponder, who used to wonder, Terry King, the class-clown Eddy Wilkinson, the deputy clown Should all be friends for life......

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Like Hamlet's soliloquies I now ponder on death The Shakesperean to be or not to be And now I ponder on my classmates, Those who have died these past few years. When you reach 70, everything after Are bonus years, And many of my classmates Are going one by one. No more dialogues. Only monologues remain. Monologues of death. Monologues of the hereafter....

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