Freshman Poems - Poems about Freshman

Walking off a High School wedgie, Just digging out my underwear. Lodged tight in the crack of doom, These days it seems they're always there. This daily Freshman ritual, I try to face with chin held high. I laugh so they don't see my pain, But it's hard for me not to cry. Ruffed up by every Senior, I've got to stave off that...

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Yale’s friday “spring fling” was a soggy success - both as a concert and super spreader event. My groove-spirit was dampened by weather and a final I had the next morning. I pose here tonight, in the chill residential courtyard, on my green sport-brella beach chair, like Canova’s Pauline Borghese, relaxed, canned dirty-martini in hand,...

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(*This piece may have a limited audience - but don’t ALL my pieces??*) Some of the best advice from my Fro-Co (seniors who volunteer as freshman advisors): If you’re stuck in your room (due to the pandemic) open the windows. Exercise every day - outside if you can (pandemic). YOU, ain’t ALL THAT. Get used to it - maybe...

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Sandra is early She creeps in sits in the last seat in the back her head is down she wants no one to see her luckily no one ever does Chuck is loud and proud coming in surrounded by his posse They also march to the back One yells at Sandra to move She moves to the last chair without speaking or lifting her head Terry...

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Encounter with Christ by faith* yielded first spiritual poem. Galatians 3:26 For ye are all the children of God by faith in Christ Jesus. October 4, 2020 1st place, "How My First Poem Was Born" Contest Sponsored by JCB Burl; judged on 10/8/2020....

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Applications are done Relaxing under the sun High School tassels distant memory Senior prom night issues buried New relationships are the present worry Bringing stress with the luggage they carry Acceptance letter was received From number one school ‘would you believe?’ Leaving the state New adventures a wait Sounding exciting and great Yesterday was...

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THERE ONCE WAS A BOY WHO WAS A FRESHMAN WHO’S STUDY HABITS WERE A MESS-MAN TOM WOULD NEVER GRADUATE FROM YALE HE WOULD SURELY WIND UP IN JAIL ALWAYS HIDING AWAY FROM THE ARREST MAN QUOTE: " I'm so smart, I can fool myself, but I'm too stupid to figure me out." Warner Baxter 2015...

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on a field trip freshman year the boy in special classes walked up the muddy trail. he walked on the side, balancing on the dry stones aligning the path. he followed some acquaintances. an old coat and sweatpants with worn elastic warmed his bones in the gray mists. bus pass in his pocket and a few coins, he thought about lunch - not the rocks he would have to climb. his...

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each stroke of greased fingers on the mohawk was a result of a genius work of art an outlet where my soul barely peeks yet you cut with your hypocritical shears and your rusty hand and you call it discipline and you call it concern I call it ******** the shadows on my eyelids were davincis and picassos sketched in a magnificent representation...

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Another school and then its of to the big times Its time to give up the immature little crimes Time to saddle up or get left its you choice Its time to find your voice You only have one so make it loud and clear Dont be afraid of the people you used to fear Its a new school...

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