Student Goodbye Poems | Examples
These Student Goodbye poems are examples of Goodbye poems about Student. These are the best examples of Goodbye Student poems written by international poets.
It’s getting cold.
I rub my hands to create friction
and my feet feel like they’re no longer here.
My ears hide behind my hair,
sheltering from the breath of air
that the wind throws at me.
Seven-thirty-five on a Friday evening;
I should be at home
digging into a chicken burger.
Somehow, I’m still here,
stranded.
Face it.
He’s not coming.
Thirteen minutes more
of waiting in the cloud of cold.
If only I’d listened to my mum
and put on that ugly fluffy jacket,
rather than going out in my top and jeans.
“It’s fine, he’s picking me up.”
But he’s just not.
I’m still waiting here,
still stranded.
Even the bus doesn’t want to save me.
Four minutes late
and only now, it plods round the bend,
pulling up beside me.
Home.
A ticket home.
A ticket home to tell mum she was right.
A ticket home never to come back.
A ticket home because he wouldn’t help me.
A ticket home to the warmth,
never to be stranded
ever again.
An old mistress :
Angry and shaking,
and looking
To take your trust.
To have been one so loved,
Cast aside.
A tantalizing dance,
Temptation before your very eyes.
Once a part of your past,
Yet, you ignore her cries.
"Too busy,"
You say,
Ignoring her sweet embrace.
So say it to her face,
Do not lead her astray.
Sleep, and old mistress :
Angry and shaking,
And looking
To take your trust.
Dear Ivy,
I am sorry we did not receive even just a moment to say goodbye
and thank you to each other
for all those school bus rides we took together,
you in your harness,
and me in my wonder
about what's coming next
from your talking head
to mine.
It is time for me to move on
to another student,
but I am happy to leave you in Miss Josie's care.
I know she will enjoy your time
invested in each other,
Listening and taking turns speaking kindly with each other,
Singing and maybe even a little dancing together,
reading and drawing as light and bumps allow.
Maybe you can teach each other
some new KnockKnock jokes.
KnockKnock.
Who's there?
Sandi.
Sandy who?
Sandy sandwiches
are not good for you.
KnockKnock.
Who's there?
Josie.
Josie who?
Jo see for yourself,
Open the door!
I am grateful to have so many silly and lovely memories
of you
to take with me.
And, the greatest farewell gift you could give me
is your reassurance
that these same warm and happy memories
of us
are what you will carry with you
on your great adventurous journey
into well-being.
Warmly yours,
Sandi
Sandi who?
Sandy snacks
are not so good for you.
My heart is working differently
Recently,
It is not pulsing rhythmically
It is beating very heavily
Driving me to sadness slowly
Yes, i am almost done with school
Yet, i feel like a fool
For letting everything spill
Not keeping memories of me when i was still
Young, passionate and free like the old me
Now my heart is tearing whiling bleeding
And i don't even have anything to back it
I am already missing this place
I have been here for four years
I use to say i will never be able to miss It
But, here i am leaving with a heavy heart
Which will be left in scars
Will I be able to move on in the morning
Or will I be longing for it every morning
And my heart will be feeling heavy every minute
Or will i be able to find something to lighten it in the evening
(draft iiiv)
*-- -- I spent my puberty pursuing Truth,
-- -- while Venus bound Adonis as a youth.*
My passions laid with Mysteries and Signs
the secret workings only hermits see,
those subtleties by which our fates align,
the ways young clocks may seed our destinies.
The vulvas that I held were hard-bound books,
vanillin pages streamed with ecstasy;
they weren't the sort that lived or died by looks,
their warmest whispers - ideologies.
My bedroom's full of volumes, silent, dry,
still waiting for that gentle touch to come,
and curve their lonely spines. But, what belies
the depth of blood? What warmer truth? There's none,
-- -- for nothing is so great as boundless love,
-- -- and, perfect bound, my books are not enough.
* additional lines for 16 line iambic pentameter contest
A hot tear is burning my eye
For jolly school days start to fly
Leaving me lone in a dark way
And lovely friends will be away
Can my heart say goodbye?!
And let my soul about to die
Without you I'll be as hay
And to fast days an easy prey
I will miss you- the shining sky
With no help or even supply
Yet our school days will be my ray
That gives a hand on a dark day
Never I'll lose you-my eye
Nor your shine can I ever deny
Like boats we may sail away
But we will anchor in our home bay
Written by (Mr. Sherif)
With my best wishes
Today you are leaving
There will be no tearful goodbye
I won’t stay in the airport lounge
You won’t see me wave and cry
Now you have your own life
Though it’s far across the sea
Settled into studying at university
We have no wish to hold you back
Just spread your wings and fly
Remember we are here for you
Though we are now miles apart
Son we love you and I will miss you
From the bottom of my heart.
Jan Allison
24th April 2014-04-24
The title is from a song I adore by Andrea Bocelli and Sarah Brightman
What lies ahead for us?
Where do we go from here?
These are some questions we ask
Now that graduation’s near.
It’ll be a bittersweet day
When we gather our things to pack,
And walk out those center doors
Knowing there’s no going back.
As we reminisce of all the good times
We’ll all be somewhat sad,
Our directions now in the future
And no longer on what we had.
As a student this will be
Our last journey through the hall,
For next time we will visit
And see our picture on the wall.
Well, class is almost over
It’s almost time to go,
The years go by so fast now
They used to seem so slow.
For almost thirteen years
We’ve called this place home,
But now it’s time to leave
Through it we’ll no longer roam.
As I close my locker door
I hold back the urge to cry,
And take one last glance around
The leave and wave good-bye.