Degree Poems - Poems about Degree

It was nine degrees outside in April In the chill of a dreary April day, I find myself wandering through the dimness, My eyes were straining in the absence of light. As I approach the door, a sense of familiarity washes over me, pulling me back to a time of comfort and solace. The thought of retreating to the inviting...

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Ok, there’s no jailbreak. Make room for my innocent alter ego, because there’s nothing to rebel against. There are zero classes in my nascent, year-long, Harvard master’s degree. They call it ‘self directed study’ and like rockets have stages, I’ll have ‘self paced modules.’ Am I suddenly at Oxford University? They’re quite famous for that (no formal classes). Or am I suddenly grown up and...

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I can feel it crawling underneath, underneath my skin today. Why should I even care now? its murder in the first degree. You, you're not the person i thought you claimed to be. why should i even care now? Its murder in the first degree. Now i can hear it calling for me. From the land of makebelive. why do...

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I've had others, Men, Women and more, But they don't compare, They're not like you, Not at all Piercing eyes sway my perception, Long luscious hair flourishes in wind, Bold voice, so proud, so captivating, They're not like you, Not at all Safe and comfortable, Secured to the bond, That we now share, They're not like you, Not at all ...

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Don't want an attorney I have no defense for I am ready before any jury to publicly confess Before you judge me and condemn me cold I plea for your mercy from all my soul I cannot live a lonely life untrue my sweet darling I only love you. I plea guilty for loving you in the first degree you can chain...

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I'm not the greatest poet Although I do have a couple of degrees. One's for my sense of humour The others for my honesty....

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These days, the most sought out advanced degree In Extreme Higher Education is in Plagiarism. A student can also minor in Overt Racism, Sexism, Misogyny, Stupidity, and Bigotry. Help wanted signs will be posted in January, On every freaking corners in Washington D.C.; Muslims, Mexicans, Syrians and minorities' Applications will not be accepted. Senior citizens Can apply unless they voted in the last...

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Someone has said: I Graduate womanizing; no He's on Masteral....

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Your decree has expired You used to force me since I was a teen student You kept forcing me during 16 years of flying You ordered me to get up, to go, to work, To study, to eat, to sleep, to move, and more… From today on… Your order is no longer sacred I will wake up, eat, sleep, compose,...

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Haha, must be funny, How I had substantial dreams for my early 20s, I believed I would have an excellent life! With a good job, And possibly even a hubby. Now in my mid-20s, No job and no income to woo. Dreams postponed and placed on hold. I only have my degree to my name, Like tying a knot, no income, no...

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My Degree In Whining Miracle Man December 13th 2023 Political lies and corruption, always cause divides. Antisemitism is forcing us, into choosing sides. Each day the wedge, is being driven deeper. Also each mountain faced, is looking steeper. Things are always changed, supposedly for our best. yet our borders remain open, by political request. Changes that are coming seldom affect the elite. They’ll continue to march, to the same drumbeat. The government pushes...

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Salting Hat giving decree, ...

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One day perhaps Maybe much Exactly as this You not not when Nor cannot fathom why You find yourself Awakening from a dream Just like this Tumbling endlessly Leisurely up to a degree Down a somewhat familiar hole Waiting expectantly at any point To hit rock bottom No where further No longer left Less onto go With you knelt kneeling On broken knee Simply just counting unto yourself Just how many...

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I’m tasting fumes Every word I try to say, burning me up inside I forgot all my chances at the girl-next-door’s house And I waited to call you as the medication wore down Is my heart beating through the phone? So loud, I can’t hear myself think Think for a second, say your piece, I hope it’s metaphorically sound...

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There once was a young man, called Jack Leach, Who fell asleep, on a nudist beach. But the sun and fresh air, Soon scorched his derrière. Now it looks like, an overripe peach. ....

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