School Dramatic Verse Poems | Examples
These School Dramatic Verse poems are examples of Dramatic Verse poems about School. These are the best examples of Dramatic Verse School poems written by international poets.
Since the day I first saw light
I was so tough and hard up for the fight
I learnt the hard way as my rule
The school of hard knocks made me no-ones fool
But whats a poor boy to do
Up in the morning before the sun
My workin for the man a life with no fun
The sweat on my back and dirt on my brow
Living each day behind the plough
But whats a poor boy to do
I was always my father’s son
Working each day ‘til the work is done
There was never a time just for me
All I wanted was life as free as can be
But what’s a poor boy to do
I vowed to myself I would not be
A dirt poor farmer working the land not free
I ran away from home at my first chance
Away from the struggle and the daily farmer’s dance
But whats a poor boy to do
I ran with a crowd that was just like me
Robbin and killin on a lawless spree
Until one day in a border town the sheriff won
And our bank robbin and murder was done
But whats a poor boy to do
The judge had a reputation so proud
Hanging was my sentence the judge unbowed
So here I am standing with a noose around my neck
My last day has come so what the heck
But what’s a poor boy to do.
© Paul Warren Poetry
As teacher gets into her class
Pupils make incessant noise
She asks all to keep quiet and listen
But they talk louder, fidgeting extends
Does this chaos cry for more patience?
She begs them to continue talking
To move around, no more learning
Tell their parents what they do in a day
Just idle, break school rules and play
With mouth shut, silences display.
Comes a father with her cute daughter
Her unceasing melt-down is horrible
Sparks in him his last sort of control
By crying out loud rolling down the floor
She halts to think, “Is dad a complete fool?
He says, let’s cry loudly and take turns
Cries of two bring thunder for lightning burns
Her daughter stops then sobs
Father hugs her daughter with love
Then ride back home in their pedicab.
The suns beaming down on me
My toes in the sand
My eyes to the sea
The sweet smell of the fresh air
The wind blowing the trees
My mind can finally rest
No work, no school
It’s probably for the best
.
When I wuz little
Kidz in school would say
i wuz ugh uh we
my teeph were straight
hair alwayz dude
i were
fashion forward
chicks in the neighborhood
yup
dug me
Three uv them work for
Me
their name tagz read
'ugh'
and 'uh'
and also 'we'
there'z a staff portrait in the
vestibule
after 13 yearz
they still haven't got it
I told them the letterz
were their
staff classification
,)
*y'all know I set that up ;)
To commit known murder in God's name
Is vanity of the most insane.
Why must they hide their faces
If they are not men ashamed?
Why do they lie in wait
To ply a terrorist trade.
Little school-age children
Are trained to war and hate.
Any others unlike them
Who won't assimilate?
There will always be another
Filling billions more graves.
Pit brother against brother
Throughout millenniums age.
While those Innocent suffer
Yet the guilty take no blame.
Why must they hide their faces
If they are are not men ashamed?
Decision making is an art
To make the right choice at the start
But now the robots have become the one
To find the truth begun and won
ChatGPT will write a student’s essay
Or a rousing speech to be your way
Just give it the facts to start
And in no time it’ll sound straight from the heart
They tried to make an online friend
TayTweet to converse and for relationships to defend
But they found the algorithm went bad
Being a racist sexist and homophobic cad
Some companies use AI to read CVs for culling
But one company found its decisions not inviting
Being skewed to Jared who played High School lacrosse
Such decisions made were at a loss
When gathering data it will reflect what society thinks
With research being found that past data has a wink
To what they are calling the pale male syndrome
Being for white males mainly shown
So we are slowly reaching a place
When computer says no is in the race
And Artificial Intelligence is part
Of the decision making art.
© Paul Warren Poetry
I was thinking today
Of things in my mind that stay
Sunny days on my bike
Riding to the beach and back before night
Of shows on TV after school
With fun being the golden rule
There was Lost in Space
And The Monkees at their place
Don’t forget The Beatles singing their songs
With me playing the air guitar and singing along
Roy Rogers and Trigger riding the range fast
Cisco Kid and oh Pancho friends to the last
And the Brady Brunch was fun
Falling for Marsha was number one
Disneyland on a Sunday night
Bathed in clean pyjamas felt right
As Aussie children we had it all
Sunshine in the summer having a ball
And entertainment on the TV
We watched it lying down in front so easily
These happy things float in and out of my memory
Not wanting to lose those years being carefree.
© Paul Warren Poetry
You wonder at the sense of it all
And living where guns have the final call
And going about your daily lives
Places you in danger not disguised
May god accept the little ones taken in an act so cruel
With their teachers who have passed by gunman’s rule
How many lives taken by the gun
For guns and murder to not to have won?
Vale to the innocents Robb Elementary School in Uvalde, Texas 25/5/22.
Children shot down in a school again
It’s the collateral cost of freedom I’m told,
by a labeled unstable son-of-a-gun kin
He had “wild horses roaming free” in his head,
that’s what the county doctors said
As the grief-stricken soul of a community bled
His eighteenth birthday gift was a death wish:
Killing innocent kids was at the top of the list
An unpredictable behavior everybody missed
The government officials declare,
the young man was “emotionally disturbed”
But bullets don’t grey matter care
Forensic fingers paint the crime scene “evil red,”
as automatic revulsion smears their semi-stoic conscience
Cold bloody memories, they just can’t ever shed
And the true metal believers idol-ly say,
the unhinged shooter was “mentally perturbed”
Seems bullets get asylum alter ricochet
05-28-22
Blossoms of dying leaves trees changing colors from Green the multi shades of red yellow orange means;
Disposal rose of the urban underdeveloped there's a school bus running over there earthen chuck holes;
Bullseye a clown's nose in the middle of his face is a red ball protruding between his cheeks above his mouth;
An Olive Branch a peace offering whether a Vulture and the Sparrow can feet aligned legs vertical together they stand side by side;
Vulturul despairing negative changes;
Environmental destiny death;
Now celebrating creating the new birth;
These are the beginning at the end of a new beginning
11/16/21
Written by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021
What are our collective memories
Of rain on a tin roof at night
Whilst snuggled under the covers
Not wanting to be anywhere else
Being with your friends kicking a football around
And riding you bike as fast as you could
Of school days in wooden classrooms
That were hot in summer and cold in winter
End of school days when the world opened to you
And your first kiss Olof your first love
Your graduation day with parade and celebration
That started your blue years on
Your wedding day and your years together
When your children were born each one
These days are on record for us all
And we cherish these memories each one.
© Paul Warren Poetry
Fort Largs
Once we stood together proud and tall
Dressed in khaki or navy blue one and all
We ran the grounds and learnt the law
In the people’s service those years before
Remember us from those times past
As from this ground’s memories we pray will last.
© Paul Warren Poetry
School Holidays
Do you remember the sunny days
When you knew they would never go away
And the morning sun would shine through the blinds
And happiness would be forever kind
Did you ride your bike as fast as you could
Taking corners and pedalling hard as you should
And sunsets in pastel colours in the sky
As the days on end would fly by
Did you count the waves as they came in
On the white sand as you jumped in and out again
And not a day was wasted each and every one
As Summer Holidays we’re meant to have your fun.
© Paul Warren Poetry
I remember my first cuddle from her
As she held me in her arms as I stirred
And how she was always there
My Mum whom I know did care
She was the first with a kiss to make it better with glee
When I fell over skinning my elbow or knee
And when it was time for starting school
She dropped me off when her tears were the rule
And at each important time in my life I’ve had
She stood proud as punch with a smile and tear so glad
When I married she was so proud of the groom
Even though she thought that I was leaving home so soon
As a grand mother she stood out
With great knowledge of what being a parent was about
And when my father the love of her life passed on
She bore her loneliness longing for him for us being strong
And when the time to say goodbye was clear
I spoke lovingly and couldn’t hold back a tear
For she will always have a place in my heart
My Mum my first love from the start.
© Paul Warren Poetry
Camille, a girl of twelve
Red air and lost duel
With a virus that chokes
Your chest with wheezing tones
You glow of your mountain shack
Your mother replenishing with petals a sac
Melting perfumes of roses and lavender
To welcome you from school a traveler
At noon, the alabaster sun intriguing
The branches far-reaching
Covering the silent brooks
Bending with sinuous hooks
At dawn, Camille listening on the doorstep
Grandpa reciting a rhyme at its onset
Of the brave princess and her purple fairy
Of the owl hoot from the pinnacle of the priory
Now, the evening in a hospital bed
The bleep of a resuscitator on the corridor spread
That breathing that slowly leaves life
With a cycle that ends with no rise
O' bloody one
First born
A dedicated child of God
At the actual time of birth your name predestined
Your namecreated and my English creative writing class in 1970
Your name 8 years old
As The Story Goes...
This is a dedication a song 42 on this day of May coolness reigned has it Misty Rain rushing to the hospital to carry and my spouse to await the first born child by cesarean section while I'm waiting in the hallway they didn't allow visual of the birth at that time it was May of 1978 and I was feeling fine so great they brought her out to me ever so bloody in a pearl White Towel first thing I said was she all right she began to cry this was the first born child ofJames Edward Lee and Carmen Lee Lee a little after 10 something in the morning when I was in high school often they dreamed of marriage a like a little girl I dreamt to be married and have children into my amazingness. My God has heaven bless. At that time you were our cure all
Blessed Happy birthday Carshra
This is Carshra Day
CARSHRA PRINCIE MAE- ANNIE BELL LEE
Pronounced "CAR- shear-a"
Named after my 3 female cousins, my wife, my wife's mother and my mother