School Concrete Poems | Examples
These School Concrete poems are examples of Concrete poems about School. These are the best examples of Concrete School poems written by international poets.
*Today, 28th your birthday arrived*.
Wearing a bathrobe and my hair wrapped around standing infront of the bathroom door and waiting during the time Ticks.
Tick, Tack, Tick, Tick, 0:00o'clock
My hand shaking and refusing me to, clicked quick on the "send".
Sitting at my table during homework and realizing: ,,isn't today his birthday?", my hands stopped me to continue putting my handohones on.
Looking at the wall, the clock hanging and me whispering.
Tick, Tack, Tick, ,,two minutes", tick, tack, tick, ,, one minute" , tick, tack, tic- ,,0:00 o'clock".
Qucikly I putted my headphones on and went ahead with my homework.
Today was a good day I thought, I was really excited to go to training today but well, first ofcourse school.
Packed my stuff and went in the classroom.
,,Yooo, isn't your birthday today? Happy Birthday bro!",
Oh, I forgot
I finally forgot.
The ultimate
Hate Speech
Inscribed on granite blocks
structure
a doctrine
~ No more than 500 million
No it is not a work of aliens
Here’s something for sapiens
Georgia Guidestones dubbed as
America’s Stonehenge collapsed
News says -
The ‘monument’ was. vandalized If they rebuild ‘ The Monere’
Another view is that it was a quake. Called American Stonehenge
The repaired wall should read
At last
Land of Liberty shook under its weight. “Nature has provided
Enough for everyone’s needs
Six and half billion humans are relieved. Not enough for even
For they might live to see another day One Man’s Greed “
Chanting for the jewel in the heart of the heart of the lotus
Ohm mani padme hum
I bite the invisible neon green
cast off
which protects my broken wrist
flushing bits down the mirror or
chrome toilet of the tomorrow
It has stopped suddenly
this day has no meaning when idly tearing away
the chips of broken plaster from my arm
they are unlike the cement walls
surrounding me in the cubicle of solitary days
A new home, vacated by the oldest delinquent
who stayed far past my time
with hair falling out with calm disregard
for the age we all feel our time has skipped
pretending to have cancer
is one excuse
Kswiss kills Sp!cs and Crips
and nobody
this skinned head preaches too
no choir boys
shaved and disengaged
I have no chemo clues
its time to dance
to play to laugh
I cant remember you
for once you were
my friend in school
that boy with cancer
beating it but
losing sight
I see no fear
in truth it's not your plight
Oh Kate
You never told me
It a grey feeling
Just a dismal hunch
Pretty Kate
Sweet Kate
Always there
Yes Kate
A gift for thee
There for Bram Flakes
There for schmear
There for ersatz food
Yes Kate
You taught me how
To enjoy ersatz food
Without grimacing
You were there.
We scarcely spoke.
I saw you poor
I tried to help you.
Forever high school Kate.
Pink monkeys and lingerie
Forever senior prom
Your eyes on the money.
Yes Kate
I shall miss you.
Texas friend, oh Kate.
Goodbye to the Lone Star.
Surfing and bodyboarding
The great white shark and Kate
Wondered what you did
California Kate the swimsuit lady
I forgave you for the drndls
With the cut outs - you made bikinis
You the confused friend, the lost sister
Kate oh Kate - goodbye.
I know anytime you see my scolding message or a raving and ranting message, you used to mutter that this person is so jealous in love.
But anything I did and I'll do is not out of love, because you don't know what love means.
You thought love is just to pronounce on mouth and keep it near heart not inside heart.
You as a girl of school loving member, you won't understand it till it comes to a level in which everyday your eyes will be dripping with wells of tears.
Fatimah I showed you a love and trust which no any girl in this world I ever told, and the love which normally matters and can be seen formally in this world but you just made all the things non-prevailing ones. I don't know are you going to comprehend it, is it that you'll get it from that dullard kid or when you get another scumbag baga.
Most parents don't know that giving
their children everything they want:
is the easiest way to spoil them;
I grew up differently and understood
how hard they worked to ask
for anything and the only time
I got something to be thrilled about
was on Christmas and on birthdays!
Look at the other kids
who got everything:
they got drunk, stole and did
drugs; they also skipped school,
and some of them went to jail!
I'll be always grateful to my parents
not to have spoiled me, but disciplined me
and taught me how to fear and love God;
if these hands never took a thing which wasn't
mine or I was never disrespectful to others:
I praise them highly for their wisdom!
Big grey concrete buildings
Daunting as they tower over me
The feel so very satanic
Concrete and granite is all we see
In this city of night
With lots of flickering lights
From the lamp posts and the cars
Above us twinkling stars
In a city where no one cars
And this life is lonely and hard
And nobody talks and they all speed walk
To avoid catching eyes
Or the fear of sharing lives
In this city so grey and daunting
Concrete to me is haunting
It makes me feel so small
In the city where the concrete reigns so tall
It makes no excuses at all
It's just what it is.
For whole beings
My answer is as the star twinkles in night
Bright twinkle and deep
Dearing to throw light for the sky to illuminate
Still being countless too
Cannot provide requirement of appropriate sight
My mean is as countless cries could be fruitless
A bridge single stood over the river
Accumulates favour from all goers all the time
Still being solid and stout
Has earn mild heart managing ways from both sides
But a case of bang being horror timid loses always
Even a child cannot warm welcome
Sheds tears terrifying, seeing flown hands and legs
My mean is even a child which cannot accept
Why the grown youths do play such heinous trick?
Leaving hatred within the heart, need is unite, build the earth
In school all are same and are given educative lessons
Who is defaulter and criminal going later on?
My mean is first provision food, shelter and rest
So a prescription for a universal government with all discreet
For the people, of the people by the people, for whole beings.
21/08/2014/
We ran through shy-scraper's maze
Amazed at how they set our pace
Trapped by lack of space
We butted heads through small door frames
All part of our frantic paper chase to escape the rat race
One day we'd run this concrete jungle
Yet upon broken bricks and faulty foundations we stumbled, tripped and fell cause we couldn't spell
Expanding vocabulary was involuntary still we had a lot to say
School was hell
Conforming to the norms of uniforms made us look socially uninformed
So we let our shirts hang
And awaited applause
Moved by the prospect of popularity, propelled by our passion for pathetic glory we rose above assembly filled mornings
When failure crashed with brutal force
We were not sorry
Instead - we subjected ourselves to brand new curriculums
'Lokshin Management Module 1'
The jungle was won
By those whose books we burned
They tried to teach us how to learn
They run the concrete jungle
Now we wish we could be there
Too bad they don't wanna share...
I left my
heart in
a magical
place. A
place that
holds years
of wonder and
awe. A place that
knows me better
than any other place
I’ve been. This place
has changed me and
molded me into the
person I am now.
The forests, trees, creeks,
and open skies instilled in
me a love for God’s works.
The harshness of the winters has
taught me to be patient and to endure. My small
town is where I learned the small-town work ethic;
you don’t get what you don’t earn and earning what
you want takes a little bit of sweat and tears. Here
I learned that you don’t have to be blood to be
family. Brothers and sisters are made throughout
years of school together. We relied on each other to
be happy. This place will forever hold my heart and
soul. I am a small town girl through and through.
It’s who I will always be. Forever. Thanks IDAHO
for shaping me into something more than I was.
A serpent underneath blue sky,
in shade of man, in twinkle of an eye,
above brick wall, in the structure, at the floor,
venom of white dove; contaminated food, undrinkable water,
misguided youth, pregnant daughter, unfaithful father and hateful son,
mothers do pray while we walk through Babylon;
on teli and in the press, on top shells,
price none the less, in bedroom and at your door..
dawn of a new day seemed to be dark,
after all.
Yeah I know I can be a bad man
But I just want people to understand
I do what I must, I do only what one can
I think about life, I think about my everyday strifes
I know I love you girl you the mama of my children
You already like my wife
I know I have cheated from time to time
but you the only one who I sleep with at the end of another long night
Yeah I know I can be a bad man
But I just want people to understand
I do what I must, I do only what one can
I know I like to drink yet it feels like I love that alcohol
This liqour and beer is my number one downfall
If it werent so then the crazy *****in my life now I would have never saw
I would have never ended up sitting in prison for breaking the law
Yeah I know I can be a bad man
But I just want people to understand
I do what I must, I do only what one can
It's alright now though because Im back in school
I know I struggle at times but Im reframing from being another lost fool
I know it bull-*****even though many youngsters think that *****is cool
But they don't know if they been where I been and still want to do what I do
Young and pretty
Sweet and bold.
When I look at her I feel old,
My baby is growing up.
She is brave.
Never too scared to try
and face her fears.
She has the courage of a lioness
For someone so young.
“Oh, where has the time gone.”
She is a style diva.
Knowing what goes with what
and what colors to choose.
Fashion a language
She clearly understands.
Sweet and bubbly.
She talks and talks
Of stories from school.
Her stories filled with laughter,
Filled with fun and most scary of all
Mostly about boys.
Oh where has the time gone.
My baby is growing up.
From in my wardrobe did I go...
Imagination follows me...
In this child's memory...
Invited the sea to a tea party...
A seahorse attended of course...
I danced with clams...
...and rode horse back crabs...
...watched sands melt into the shallows...
...A shark lay in wait...
...for tea he did not partake...
...For it was here it was safe to play...
...I'd return again and again...
...The luxury my gift I understand...
...all toys to the rescue...
...All little fish out of school...
...We served seaweed chips...
...Starfish served meringue...
...with sand cake pie...
...We climbed over jagged rocks...
...We built sandcastles in a time not forgot...
...Just another day with me...
...My imagination free...
...This imagination...a luxury...
I still wrestle with human afflictions,
when I see others suffering,
groping in the dark of invasion –
where the rich and powerful
become richer, tutors of domination,
over these poor people, my own people.
In a globalized and interdependent world,
the growing technology and culture
speak the same to civilization;
the unknown depths of man’s soul
get neglected in life’s situations.
Our moral compass eclipses
by emerging values of the world;
family ties and faithfulness,
seem to die out now in truth.
I remember the “bar mitzvah”
for Jewish culture and religion
strictness in their formation
for a son or daughter of obligation.
Torah for them – a sacred revelation,
a holy book about God’s laws;
his commandments in various modes,
a guide, indeed, a school for the souls.
Similar to Christian life and religion
a holy bible shared and read across cultures;
but with media invasion in all dimensions
God’s word has now less attraction to some
especially to young people of this generation.
Though I may think the world has changed,
it has become like a free market, a confusion;
with hardly any blueprint of principles –
that carry mankind to be God’s disciples.