College Poems - Poems about College

The machine lit up like a small cathedral— chrome saints hopping under glass, the silver gospel of the pinball spinning wild between my hands. It was my birthday— twenty-one— and free beers rang up like prayers. Each flipper slap a hallelujah, each tilt shrugged off in neon glare. The hours blew away like cheap confetti. The undulating sidewalk tilted just before I did, and the keyhole danced just out...

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It was only a sprig of red berries poking through a mantle of snow. But something in their quiet defiance— so small, so sure, so bold— stopped me in rushing mid-stride, as if beauty had broken some sealed place inside me, and light, unbidden, had found a way in. The world went quiet around me except for the whispered ticking of snow melting on my coat. The berries...

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I’ve moved out (of school), I’m moving in (to school). My joke is that I’m having a ‘moving experience.’ Graduating college (3 days ago) was a dream come true I’m starting a master’s degree in 7 days. You have to admire the efficiency. Do I have your permission to bear my soul? I might have imposter syndrome. I’m a harsh critic—of everything—but mostly...

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The dusk slips down in lilac swells, And I am caught in dreams again— Of girls with velvet, painted eyes, Their lashes dipped in midnight rain. Their lips are full, like fruit at dusk, So ripe the moon forgets to rise, And every breath a muted hymn That trembles through the tender skies. I ache to touch their tilted chins, To feel the hush...

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These are my early poems, or juvenilia. Analogy by Michael R. Burch, circa age 19 Our embrace is like a forest lying blanketed in snow; you, the lily, are enchanted by each shiver trembling through; I, the snowfall, cling in earnest as I press so close to you. You dream that you now are sheltered; I dream that I may break through. Published by Borderless...

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These are my early poems, or juvenilia. Stars by Michael R. Burch, age 22 Though night has come, I'm not alone, for stars appear —fierce, faint and far— to dance until they disappear. They reappear as clouds roll by in stormy billows past bent willows; sometimes they almost seem to sigh. And time rolls on, on past the willows, on past the stormclouds as they billow, on to the stars so faint...

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What do I do? Where do I go? Will there ever be a day When I'm certain of what I know? I compare myself to others far too easily Hoping to become a person I'm never meant to be Does anyone else mourn the death of childhood Just as much as I? Or stand alone in winter's chill And admire the starry sky? Sentimentalism haunts...

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My average means I don’t have to take final exams. So my bachelor's degree is a finished product. I cranked it out, all that’s left now is the walk (May 18th). Let’s call it my nearly forgotten masterpiece. My schedule says that I start a 1-year ‘master of public health’ degree in 38 days. It was my mom’s idea. She...

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M MOTIVATE E EXCEL D DETERMINED G GRATIFICATION A ACADEMICS R REFRESH E EXCELLENCE V VICTORIOUS E ESTABLISH R RESUME S SUCCEED C COLLABORATION O OPPORTUNITY L LEADERSHIP L LEVERAGE E EDUCATION G GREATNESS E EFFORT ...

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I do not have a smidgeon of an idea Speaker is my teenage granddaughter Rhea I thought you were a senior in college, I say. She nods her head, agreeing straight away. Don’t you have to declare a major before senior year? If I knew you would hound me, I would not have come here. Seriously, Rhea, what is your major?...

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I go to the supermarket to buy some mangoes. I’ve had five coffees And spent hours on detangling computer wires. Reciting a poem I remember from fourth grade I opened another three college letters in the mail yesterday. The mailman’s teeth were yellow. We regret to inform you We regret to inform you We regret to inform you that There are no...

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The electoral college for President I say Forget the humans The electoral college is the real hero Always making sure that many of our votes never count What a treasure A national phenomenon That has ruined most of our lives One non-vote at a time...

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In Landmark College's hallowed city, Knowledge flourishes with simplicity, Learners absorb with eager facility, Blended curriculum, a harmonious unity. Teachers sympathetic, empathetic in duality, Guide learners with compassion's clarity, Vast in trends, educational advancement's reality, Conducive environment, a learner's serenity. Modern facilities, equipment in totality, Sporting complex, a wonder in locality, Emotional, physiological, spiritual, cognitive, physicality, Wellbeing's holistic approach, a noble integrity. Day and boarding options, flexibility's...

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I don't remember what I did, it's true, the day before I fell in love with you. I guess I might've been attending Shakespeare class lamenting with Professor Pendergrass the fate of Juliet Capulet and Romeo Montague....

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Written by Gail Debole November 26, 2024 Adding "ing" to nouns has taken over the town. English Traditionalists - turn your frowns upside down. "Being an adult" is now one word. We are all "adulting" or haven't you heard? So I guess the next noun to be "verbed" Is that a child is "childing" or is that absurd? All languages evolve through the...

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