Girl Education Poems | Examples
These Girl Education poems are examples of Education poems about Girl. These are the best examples of Education Girl poems written by international poets.
Resisting..Resisting all.' Of those creepy calls.' I've hear doctors say you have a choice today, a dead young girl or boy.?
Or a trans child, your forever joy.? Yet its
Not the same, in the abortion frame; it any
Way you please.' Death is ignored to say the least, oh how the tongues so droll, can set you on a roll, those who cannot redeem...Or deny the silent screams.' Its
All the biggest shame, and we all carry
some blame, in this convenient life..No
Evil see.? I guess some make that choice.? Yet when your lifes light fades
Will you go to the dark.? Or will you make
The grade? Plunge into Christ who only
Works to save.'
Like Harry Potter, the sorting hat (my mom)
has placed me in a bloody, crimson colored school.
It’s disorienting, as I go about, the logos are wack.
Poor little rich girl
no beachside lovers
this interminable, scorching summer.
I’m swept up by scholastic spirit.
Can you hear it? Cause it’s deafening me,
on this cool, dry, Boston orientation day.
As we finished our morning 8k jog,
the sunrise blossomed, painting hot lava clouds
with hues of yellow, orange and pink.
We’re traipsing unfamiliar paths,
It’s not what we’re used to, the roads are uneven
and the architecture’s all boxy and wrong.
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Songs for this:
New Toy by Lene Lovich
Better After All by Jonatha Brooke
Now At Last by Feist
I’ve moved out (of school),
I’m moving in (to school).
My joke is that I’m having a ‘moving experience.’
Graduating college (3 days ago) was a dream come true
I’m starting a master’s degree in 7 days.
You have to admire the efficiency.
Do I have your permission to bear my soul?
I might have imposter syndrome.
I’m a harsh critic—of everything—but mostly me.
I’m over the romance and pressure of school.
I’m starting the romance and pressure of school.
Don’t worry, this isn’t hapless, sad girl literature.
Or a diary—it’s a portrayal of my inner life.
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Songs for this:
What Dreams Are Made Of by Evann McIntosh
Messy by Lola Young [E]
There are those born women'
And those born man
A very few are both genders
Yet none were ever born
As trans.!
(a silly series of Senryus)
It’s time to cram for
final exams, again, so
here we go, mug up.
My mind, coffee dark,
drifts in academic dreams,
—think roiling oceans.
A ‘mandatory’
society meeting? You’re
not the boss of me.
I’ll shun or eschew,
if I want too, sidestepping,
like a tap dancer.
I'm not lazy - I'm
high tech and in energy
saving mode now.
It’s a pointed and
conscious decision—I’ll do
me and you do you.
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Songs for this:
Simply Couldn't Care by Tracey Thorn
Each and Every One by Everything But the Girl
Girl, stained with earth,
hands clutching sun-drenched globes,
learning, laughter,
leaping.
Sister,
seeing stars,
science,
soaring.
Sister,
sewing, singing,
stories strong,
success.
A melody, within her heart,
A song of spirit, a work of art.
Her soul's music, pure and true,
A symphony of dreams, coming through.
With every beat, a rhythm flows,
A vibrant story, as life bestows
A unique essence, all her own,
A song of the spirit, softly known.
The soul's song, a guiding light,
Leads her forward, shining bright.
A melody of dreams, a gentle grace,
The song of her soul finds its space.
A winding path, a quest to find,
The inner self, the hidden mind.
A girl embarks, with her heart aflame,
To discover the truth, and learn her name.
Through trials faced, and lessons learned,
Her spirit grows, and her strength is earned.
She sheds the doubts, the fears she knew,
And blossoms forth, with vision true.
The journey within, a constant quest,
To find the self, that's truly blessed.
A path of growth, a vibrant hue,
Her journey's unfolding, ever new.
The chains of custom, long they bind,
A girl's potential is left behind.
But voices rise, a chorus strong,
To break the chains, where they belong.
They fight for justice, hand in hand,
Against the wrongs, across the land.
For equality, a right to claim,
Their voices rise, a burning flame.
The breaking chains, a symbol bold,
Of dreams and futures, yet untold.
They fight for freedom, every day,
To break the chains, and pave the way.
In a village, where hearts entwine,
A girl's potential starts to shine.
The community's embrace, so warm,
Nurturing her, safe from harm.
With gentle words, and a loving hand,
They guide her steps, in this new land.
The village's hope, she's meant to be,
A shining star, for all to see.
They share their wisdom, stories told,
Of strength and courage, brave and bold.
The village's hope, her spirit soars,
As she embraces, what life implores.
A girl, with wings of knowledge spread,
Soars high above, where dreams are bred.
The world of books, a boundless sky,
Where she can learn, and reach so high.
On each page she reads, a feather bright,
Adds to her wings, taking flight.
With the knowledge gained, her spirit free,
She conquers fears, and she will be.
The world awaits, with open arms,
For girls like her, with knowledge's charms.
With wings of knowledge, she'll ascend,
To reach her goals, and never bend.
A flame of knowledge, burning bright,
It illuminates the darkest night.
A girl, with eyes of eager quest,
Seeks wisdom's lamp, to light herself brightly.
Through shadowed paths, she seeks to find,
The guiding light, for heart and mind.
The lamp of learning, burning bold,
Unveils the secrets, and stories told.
With every lesson, she takes flight,
Towards a future, shining bright.
The lamp of learning, burning strong,
Will guide her steps, where she belongs.
A world of words, a boundless space,
Lies open wide, with gentle grace.
Within its pages, stories unfold,
Of dreams and journeys, yet untold.
A girl approaches, eyes alight,
To quench her thirst, for knowledge bright.
The open book, a magic door,
To worlds unseen, she'll explore.
On each page she turns, a seed is sown,
Of wisdom's bloom, a future grown.
The open book, a guiding hand,
Empowering her, in this new land.
A flame of knowledge, burning bright,
It illuminates the darkest night.
A girl, with eyes of eager quest,
Seeks wisdom's lamp, to light her brain.
Through shadowed paths, she seeks to find,
The guiding light, for heart and mind.
The lamp of learning, burning bold,
Unveils the secrets, and stories told.
With every lesson, she takes flight,
Towards a future, shining bright.
The lamp of learning, burning strong,
Will guide her steps, where she belongs.
A woven tapestry, of progress bright,
With girls educated, a future is in sight.
Each thread is a journey, a story told,
Of dreams fulfilled, and hearts made bold.
Let knowledge be the loom, the guiding hand,
To create a world, where girls will stand
As equals, strong, and free to soar,
A tapestry of progress, forever.