School Dizain Poems | Examples
These School Dizain poems are examples of Dizain poems about School. These are the best examples of Dizain School poems written by international poets.
Spiritual seekers try to label
the pulse singular in thought forms dual
but find out soon enough they’re unable,
since instant knowing is unusual
for stuporous lower mind, that’s old school.
Imagine a throb beyond senses five,
bliss magnetism that keeps soul’s light alive,
propelling the flow of soma nectar,
that oozes incessantly from heart’s hive,
piercing each and every in-form vector.
NUMBER ONE AT LAST
Crouched over a desk with knees tucked under
Echoes of that old schoolroom haunt me still
The teacher’s comments as loud as thunder
It seemed to me I was put through the mill
Vocal contempt at my quivering quill
Always marked down across all the classes
A record of failures and no passes
But Autumn term and a new school beckoned
My life changed when I was prescribed glasses
I mostly came first and rarely, second
I well remember trying not to cry,
It was the hardest thing I ever did
All us graded boys gave it our best try,
In the third class I was the smallest kid
As to homework I was always solid,
I remember so well holding back tears
A paddling was one of my biggest fears,
But I did not have my assignment done
Any excuse always fell on deaf ears,
Believe me, the paddling wasn't much fun!
HONORABLE MENTION
written August 9, 2021
HOLDING BACK TEARS
especially for "This Or That" Poetry Contest
sponsored by Edward Ibeh
Last dance! How special it would always be,
as I remember from days long ago,
at high school sock hops- was the best for me
when the DJ announced it would be slow.
My love and I would cling in ardent glow-
not knowing then, our dance with life was set,
as heart to heart, we twirled without regret.
Now sixty-three years later- though still sound-
our steps slow down a bit with each sunset;
pray our last dance, as one- be heaven-bound.
July 8, 2021
Contest: The Last Dance
Sponsor: Craig Cornish
She raised red flags at a young age
it was the last day of high school
and he wanted to ask her out
to chill and hang, and be cool
to curb the summer drought
yet she was candid to a shout
yelling no to sushi king
his slant eyes and no bling
over her pompous sheen
he cried the irony she sings
because she was a sushi queen
connie pachecho
1/19/17
I’m sitting here relaxing with great ease
since swimming laps here at the city pool.
It’s Saturday and there’s a little breeze
this afternoon, which makes it slightly cool.
I’m feeling glad that Monday there’s no school
and worries of the week are in the past.
I’m happy too that I have time at last
to sit and write a little poetry.
I need to write some more and do it fast. . .
My sweet time into darkness soon shall flee.
Written Saturday, Sept. 3, 2016 for the Dizain Poem II Contest of Laura Loo
Where is heaven, what have we done
Why are we abandoned in hell
When can we stop using a gun
Whose children next do we farewell
What demon has set this mad spell
Littleton Columbine high school
Virginia tech was so cruel
Redlake senior high was another
How can heaven be I’m no fool
Please stop the tears of a mother