School Couplet Poems | Examples
These School Couplet poems are examples of Couplet poems about School. These are the best examples of Couplet School poems written by international poets.
Six plus three is eight
School is really great
Two plus five is nine
It’s never been this fine
One times one is four
My teacher I adore
Math comes to me so easily
~ Why’d I get a ‘B’
Can’t fly, no wings
no voice, can’t sing
Can’t act, no passion
wardrobe's out of fashion
For music, no ear
quit school, no career
Always fall, can’t play ball
so ~ I chronicle it all
Old School Cool (c) 2025 by the Entangled Pair
She's hot, yes, but she's also cool
she is a gem, she is a jewel
I think she's great (and I'm no fool)
she beats those drums like she's old school
she pounds those skins, sometimes it's funny
she hits them like they owe her money
and one thing more I'll tell you honey
she's on that kit whether cloudy or sunny
She's been that way right from the start
plays from the the soul, plays from the heart
she always does more than her part
it's not just passion, it's her art
looking back I am that fool
dug in like a Missouri mule
and if this doesn't break some rule
she's not just cool - she's old school cool
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I carried so many wounds since childhood -
all along, as my Mom behaved so rude.
Being deprived of Mom’s care - affection,
my childhood turned a curse: Shame to mention!
School happened to close on recess one day.
I went to a friend’s house to enjoy and play.
Engrossed, I was not alert on time gap
I reached home too late. Mom gave me a slap.
Normal reception , but on next moment,
She burst in tears which I did not expect.
She wept and said ‘Where had you been my child?
I was so scared to lose you, where to find?’
That big slap turned nicest scar in my heart,
though my mother always left me apart.
I realised, behind her strong bitter harshness
Motherly love somewhere flowing ceaseless .
That’s my sweetest precious memory :
Beautiful wound regarding Mom’s story.
They say it’ll pass
it’ll get better the longer it lasts
They say what’s done is done
but i don’t feel like i’ve won
You took my heart
tore it, broke it, till it fell apart
Now you play the victim
the hole you created, i sit in
I don’t want to become
the monster i’ve come from
Obsessed with yourself, with fame, with money
then you sit and describe her like sweet honey
You say it was harmless
a friendship, nothing more, but now I’m the farthest
You lied with a smile, called in love with a grin
while I drowned in silence, you let her in
In my silence, I find space to breathe
while all you do is leave, leave, leave
She pulls the strings
and I watch horror as the show begins
She has you at her beck and call
and you forget me as I suffer in school
You left me stranded, no reason, no clue
while she became your favourite view
You watched me break, still walked away
now I drown slowly, in the pain that you gave me
Some day you will pay
Thoughts whisk me away to a foregone time,
when things were peaceful with much less crime.
Of a Mother who never complained of tired back,
from a ten hour day pulling a twelve foot sack.
She had six children and still worked in the field,
her sleepless nights worrying she never revealed.
A tub and rub board always kept our clothes clean,
we got new duds at school start and not between.
She used a sad iron that she heated on the range,
that kept jeans pressed for a twice a week change.
As older one’s grew up we quickly left the nest,
and all helped mother through each life test.
Mothers day retrieves thoughts of my first lady,
and God called her home at the ripe age of eighty.
God blessed our family and all life wasn’t bad,
because we couldn’t miss things that we never had.
Man’s best friend passes loyalty test
Also best friend of girl in tan dress
A warm wet nose black eyes confess
He follows where she goes nevertheless
When she cries he whimpers too
Her laughs and sighs inspire him to
Waiting by the door when she is in school
Puppy love amour is a girl and her pooch
My Diploma Reads
“School Of Hard Knocks”
Miracle Man
1/6/2025
Your time and your talent I once heard said,
was all a young person needed to get ahead.
So I’d rise up early and lace up my shoes,
I spent a few years just paying my dues.
The life goal I had was to retire some past fifty,
but this wouldn’t happen without being thrifty.
I posted my goals where I’d review every day,
along came promotions and raises in pay.
I invested in the market and had a 401-K,
investing paved the road that I travel today.
In the “school of hard knocks” I learned tricks,
and I was able to retire at the age of fifty-six.
Twas thirty years ago, since ending my quest,
I have no regrets, because God has truly blessed.
Snow, snow, drifting down on little towns and farms,
Snow, snow glistens on the oaks’ and maples’ arms.
River, river from the north, with thaw of ice it flows,
Mighty Mississippi, past my little hometown goes.
Blooms, blooms, pretty blooms, and lilacs scent the air.
Blooms, blooms paint the land beneath a rainbow fair.
Hills, hills, soft and rolling, low and grassy mounds,
Hills, hills, some are ancient natives’ burial grounds.
Stars, stars, flitting stars that wink in twilight skies,
Stars, stars, tiny stars are summer’s fireflies!
Corn, corn, fields of corn, so wide and green and high.
Corn, corn, stalks of corn keep reaching to the sky.
Leaves, leaves dance on streets while children walk to school,
Leaves that tango, red and gold, as days and nights grow cool.
Home, home, harvest home, where crops are gathered in,
Home sweet home, as I recall, is hearth of kith and kin.
Is there something in the water or air
that's spreading stupidity everywhere?
Children aren't learning their lessons in school,
vying to be the latest TikTok fool.
As a whole, society's devolving:
a worldwide problem, in need of solving.
It seems everyone is glued to their phones:
no individualism; we're mere clones.
The internet has morphed into a cage,
where stifled minds stagnate and disengage.
Hate and bigotry have gained a platform:
outrageous behavior is now the norm.
We're losing our ability to think
for it's much easier to interlink.
We're banning books, and we're ok with that:
letting the net filter what we look at.
If stupidity's something we can't fix:
try throwing common sense into the mix.
There is something wrong with people today:
AI does their thinking; what can I say?
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 years.
Face the facts. Get over your fears.
Nothing you can do to stop the "ings."
"Verb-ing" the nouns is more than a fling.
Younger generations speak their own type of speak.
Older generations try to keep up so they do not look weak.
No one person controls the words we say.
New ones arise and old ones lose sway.
Now all the nouns can be "verb-ed" or "e-d-ed."
Language creativity cannot/should not (shouldnot?) be impeded.
And, in the future, how many words will survive?
Will acronyms and emojis be the language that thrives?
Rebecca was three years old when Isaac took her for a wife
Nineteen years later, no children, but still pro-life
Finally pregnant, Rebecca’s joy was short-lived, with twins inside
tossing and turning tumultuously in the embryo of Isaac’s bride
Rachel heard of this and learned her lesson
Meeting Jacob at age five, her brother Laban said: ‘No messin’
Seven years (and one week) later, they finally got hitched
Thoughts of kids at five, ‘unceremoniously’ ditched
As long as they're slobs
We have jobs
STOP! screams the sign
As the bus slowly glides
To a place made for safety
For the children's home rides
The blare of the horn
On the old wagon shifter
As it ignores the stop
And skirts like a drifter
The children cry out
In shock and dismay
As the old wagon shifter
Screeches away
Up ahead on the pavement
The old shifter has stopped
The police are all there
And the front tyre is popped
The driver reflects
On this karma magnetic
As the school bus slows down
To see justice poetic
I am that kid who grew up in public school
that kid who usually followed most rules.
I am the kid who was bullied by many
had a few friends, but really not any.
I am the one who will shop your Instacart order
and yet ware my feelings on my shoulder.
I am the bus monitor on a special needs bus
I interact with the children so they don't fuss.
I am the woman with a wonderful man
he is the start and finish of what I am.
I am a Princess a Child of Jesus The King
Jesus Christ is Lord of my life and my everything.