School Farewell Poems | Examples
These School Farewell poems are examples of Farewell poems about School. These are the best examples of Farewell School poems written by international poets.
The one true moth,
that wasn't
a victim
of the searing.
Night time,
window left
open
to the
vulnerable...
A lazy eye,
stamped
on
by the
persecuting,
black swans,
left behind...
A school
left
bloody
by the front
door
left open
The capturing
of tadpoles
in plastic bags
to our delight.
The toddler
with a rubber
hammer,
smashing
the ants....
'Tis off to the races now that homeschooling has ended.
One half earns for their subsistency,
other half learns about delinquency.
Be they friends and their best efforts were suspended.
Tale spring muses as the anticipant's
appraised specifies traditional hopes
load stages standard addictive transplants
secured cognitive lodestar prolonged copes.
Missteps venture the wide-eyed sneeze, and runny nose
a caption reads, "This be the Time.", gone are
the reporting authors, counting those
to acknowledge them, minus their star.
Bloom's wilt and hues fade know not the hour caused,
advents trending acquisitions neglect closure
but fail to end the brotherhood of friends exposure.
halls went silent the schoolyard empty, turned men paused.
In one corner of my ancestral home~
Placidly stood an old sewing machine;
The golden emblem surrounded with chrome,
Now tarnished~ devoid of luster and sheen.
There my grandma used to stitch my garments,
From school uniforms to my doll's dresses;
Whilst I sit listening her fine statements,
Of Warrior Queens and Noble Princesses.
The echo of each laughter still lingers,
Like her last words when she bade adieu;
As she slipped the gold key through my fingers,
"This heirloom I give to no one but you!".
Then she finally closed her eyes with smile,
As I opened that machine ere awhile.
15 March 2021
Notes: Dedicated to my loving grandmom who passed away 2 decades ago.
For "I Remember Poetry Contest"
Sponsored by Malabika Ray Choudhury
F all is almost here.
A corns and pumpkins to roast.
R ed and gold leaves will soon cover the yard.
E ating the last watermelon, oh my.
W ater sports will be tucked away.
E veryone getting ready for school.
L oved learning to swim at camp.
L ong days now turning short.
T ogether next year at the lake.
O n our way home for the winter.
S ay goodbye to the hot days.
U se time to reflect.
M emories will last forever.
M y summer love is back at school.
E ating BBQ has ended for the year.
R ain will soon turn into snow.
Date Written: 9/25/2020
1. Farewell To Summer
Pick-A-Title, Vol 23 - Seasonal Acrostic - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Edward Ibeh
Whatever happened to competition
Educators today stress collaboration
The students learn how to cooperate, to get along ~
When they go to work, it's "Do your job" or "So Long"
The Haskell News
Written: by Miracle Man
July 6, 2020
A small town paper that’s been around for a spell,
But is this pandemic sounding its coming death knell?
It reports all things local that make small town news,
weddings, deaths, school activities, and diverse views.
But like all things in life, has it outlived its time?
Suddenly are we hearing a faint death bell chime?
It’s put up a good fight but from reality can’t hide,
thinking back on the years it’s been a great ride.
The last issue was published on August 27, 2020
The headline said The End, Saying Goodbye after 115 years.
so sad.
We left here when I was a kid
Six thousand miles, we had lived
I swapped the trickle of coarse beach sand
For a dying snowflake in a glowing hand
Kids thought of me as being different
I thought they're all the same, ignorant
I did what I could, it was rewarded with good
Got memories at school and my neighborhood
Sadly, it was short-lived for us, during that time
Since dad was done, it was nineteen sixty-nine
Mom was fine, being there attending a church
I made friends and held a skunk that didn't squirt
Sunny Hawaii, we flew to the cloudiness of Maine
People there and here were basically, the same
...For we live on a sphere
...Gravity keeps us here
...It's just a matter of time
...Heaven will make us fine
2019 September 15
The first day of school I had not yet come to grips with what being a senior was. To me, this was just another year and another grade level. One day, when I was on my way to school, it hit me that this was my last August and my last September not only in this academy, but in high school. This was my last leg of the race and my last time making memories here. A new beginning of my life is waiting for me not in years, but in just a few months.
©2013 Honestly JT
Note: My English teacher gave us an assignment to start writing about our life experiences so that one day we could possibly have autobiographies of our own.
As the dawn expells its authoritive cast; they awake, but are abandoned. They
turn--but their friend the sun ignores and they understand. They commune
their relationship and part with their memories; and sigh.
They say their good-byes in a tone of fullfilment, but aface their anxieties
toward the skies for hope; but are denied. A clouded sky brings a chill in the
air and a rustling of rakes and flames.
Old as hell, written in HS for publication, circa 1971 by me. When I was young in the 60's in Ohio, we burned leaves in our backyard; sometimes our household trash too. You had to be me to be there GV. Count me in as last place. Take care.