School Dramatic Monologue Poems | Examples
These School Dramatic Monologue poems are examples of Dramatic Monologue poems about School. These are the best examples of Dramatic Monologue School poems written by international poets.
Forgotten
Wordless woes
Silenced a voice
You no longer hear
Forgotten
You thrive
Old school survive
Grit and grind
Your 9 to 5 bind
Emotionally alive
You thrive
Silence
Muse on mute
My daily commute
To forgotten lines
And yesterday's rhymes
In silence
Why?
What was my crime?
What stole your time?
What was more sublime
Than my invisible ink
Did you stop to think
Promises are meant to prevail
Over pain
Forgotten I remain...
So... utterly... forgotten
Put on my headset and someone said “hi”
I had not dialed yet, that I knew of.
It was a friendly “hi”
Obviously someone I know.
Who are you? I asked.
She laughed.
Didn’t you call me?
Not intentionally I told her.
It was a friend I had not spoken to for a long time.
We had a lovely chat on the way to school today.
I love it when things like this happen.
Yes, I do teach.
Our children have the day off school THIS Friday?
What? Why? What school calendar? Who reads it?
I am always the last to know.
This is Monday.
GRRRRRRR.
I know. It is five days’ notice.
But if the children are not here
It is NO FUN.
The universe is usually my oyster.
Not this week.
A full day of meetings.
UGH!
Phooey.
At least I have four days to play.
Children's smiles and people's tears
Wake me up in the morning and roll me out of bed.
For I am a counselor for a grade school
A celebrity who drinks two cups of coffee and takes off
I have to be there by seven forty-five.
I am there by six thirty. Being there early gives me time to write.
I love sharpening the saw so to speak by playing with my talents.
Greeting children as they get off the buses energizes me.
I get enthusiastic and turn into a whirlwind as I meet their buses.
People's tears are what energizes me to come to school.
There might be one child or adult who needs me. I am ready.
I am revitalized and energized, just waiting.
Law school huh? Why?
Because I want to make money.
Because you love the law?
NO!
Because you adore reading?
Double L, no!
Because you want to be a lawyer?
Is that what happens?
It is supposed to.
Oh, well.
Maybe I’ll be a pharmacist.
They make a bunch of money.
They stand on their feet all day.
WHAT?
They count pills all day.
No way!
Why are they paid so much?
Like lawyers, they get rewarded for being bored daily.
Maybe I’ll be a social worker.
Honey, what is the goal here?
To make some REAL MONEY.
Snicker. Laugh.
Snicker Snicker. Laugh. Laugh.
Snicker. Snicker. Snicker. Laugh. Laugh. Laugh.
I can barely talk now.
He is sixteen and thinks he knows everything?
Yes, working in any helping profession
Makes you an instant millionaire, I agree.
WHOSE THE HATERS
Where have all those haters gone
Those ones on social media
Where have all the haters gone
Those who criticize my religion
Who are all those haters
Who hate me for the color of my skin
And where are those haters
That did associate with me
And whose reality do I believe
Where are the haters
Who kills me with their words
Who shoves my heart, throws it on the floor
Who talks badly bout' the new school girl
Who makes fun of the small boy
Whose not so good in sports
Who is the girl whose bulimic
Your never chosen by the boys your to skinny
Who are all those haters, you laugh at my name
I've forgiven you once now your ashamed, whose the hater now?
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During the Forties I was just a lad
Growing up was not so bad;
Summer evenings,lengthened long,
Clambered tree,with birds in full song.
Across nearby fields,over the brook
Studying in nature's real-tim book;
Scaled branches for my egg collection,
Wild flowers then pressed to perfection.
Fishing for sticklback with jamjar and net,
Oftimes slipping and getting wet;
Boys' club,in the pld school hall,
Indoor hockey with a ragged ball.
Gathering conkers on Chestnut Crescent
For nnual contests,adolescent;
Blue-paper fireworks,In November,
Baked spuds in glowing embers.
Around the streets,carol singing,
Boxes rattling,lanterns swinging;
Indelible ,magic memoir-
Remebered scenes from afar.