Freshman Year Poems - Poems about Freshman Year

...I remember that day clearly even though it was 37 years ago- I was off on a new adventure because I had just moved into the dorm for my freshman year of college but I had no idea how my life was......

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...If freshman year was aspirational and sophomore year was unhinged junior year was put up or shut up and senior year is a dash to the finish line This year’s on fast forward—and it’s for keeps ......

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... Enclosed around parental safeguard my personhood was exposed to freedom bound by subjection to authorities which my mind never questioned since I acknowledged such as the ideal… Then my se......

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...Will wonders never cease!? Alternately titled: Last of the fluff belonging to a Mohican Norwegian bachelor farmer wannabe. Any resemblance between said unnamed individual and living persons ......

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... In the sixties I went to university where I experienced much diversity For example, among fraternities mine went from ‘Kegs-a-Tappin’ to ‘Pills-a-Poppin’ ~ LSD, we ......

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...We’re (Lisa and I) back in Athens Georgia (hometown USA), where it’s the halcyon days of summer. The south used to be the home of summer heat - not anymore. Now everyone has their little ‘heat domes’......

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...EARLY POEMS XXI - JUVENILIA Dance With Me by Michael R. Burch (circa age 18) Dance with me to the fiddles’ plaintive harmonies. Enchantingly, each highstrung string, each yearning key, ......

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...It was you From the first day of sixth grade When I was scared and awkward and pimplily It was you The next two years Through braces and glasses and first my first period It was you Fres......

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...When I drove away from the family farm to embrace my freshman year at the University of Michigan in Vietnam-era 1970, I was planning on majoring in political science which later turned into a ......

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...It’s May 18th, 2022. I’m poised, alone, heart pounding, in front of my laptop, waiting for courage, my finger hovering over the return key, like a child hoping the timing of my keystroke will bring m......

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...Its sundown, the day’s been reduced to a crack of lavender and fiery pinks along the Massif des Maures mountains. This evening we’re sipping cocktails at “Les Toits,” the Hôtel de Paris’ rooftop rest......

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...My freshman year is ending and I’m as busy as a one-armed juggler. Of course covid is back. It reoccurs at the worst times, like a movie slasher long thought dead. When we have something schedul......

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...We’re (my pose is gathered this Saturday morning because I made a pancake and bacon breakfast) listening to a Britney Spears song, off one of Leong’s playlists. “I remember when I was about 8,” I say......

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...I remember those high school years When being popular was so important, I tried so hard to fit in with my peers. Each grade was like changing gears Readjusting to teachers was torme......

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...My first foray onto the stage my freshman year I played the part of a journalist in only one scene so I understood why no one I knew would attend By my last production as a senior I was the st......

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