Graduating Poems - Poems about Graduating

I dropped out of high school in August of 1986. In 1993, that was a mistake that I decided to fix. I was only fifteen years old when I dropped out. When I ask people not to make my mistake, there is no doubt. I studied from April of 1993 to June of 1995 and it was very cool. I...

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i once stood within my own shipwreck blaming cruel seas years past flotsam and jetsam built a driftwood home when storms came that ramshackle shelter self-destructed while i cursed foul weather looking outward never seeking inward i decried a faithless fate unt a blinding truth ransacked an unseeing mind simply that I ALONE am the author of my own life-long melodrama none other than me bore this responsibility of such a tangled tragicomedy ...

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I am leaving work today at one. To meet granddaughter and have some fun. We will shop and eat and act so danged young! I sing from a rooftop using my biggest lung. Molly graduates on Saturday. Starting a new life to live her very own way. This may be her grandma’s last chance To frolic, laugh, listen, whistle, play and dance....

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diploma acquired magna cum laude – double entendre Xlv years elapsed since I (former long haired pencil necked geek) bid alma mater adieu, the quietest kid, who never said boo nobody discerned handy dandy blues clue what yours truly thought, cause figurative blanks he drew remaining quiet as a Unitarian church mouse never uttered a dog gone peep extrovertedness he did eschew even now two score...

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1 Knocked to the Ground There’s no bell, nor stars— just bloody knees. You haven’t thought of heaven or hell, when you cursed the sneeze. 2 Ignoring the Obvious Cause Using a whisk to dust off the hole in your knees. You’re a bigg’n who straightens your back, though your neck won’t calibrate left, right or South. 3 Whoops Why’d you fall on your whoopie cushion? Tailbone thrashing like...

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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...

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Into Young Womanhood this glorious role, sans helping beget and nurture thine first born three day shy of Christmas 1996, fills thy being with joie de vivre and doth add dorn more resplendent than any horn of plenty, and aye can only imagine ...

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she now knows love love, not a lifeless thing that she used to talk about those days while carrying a backpack full of books and binders a mustang she wanted to drive symbol of success and speed a perfect blend with boom and the ooze of black-gold but today for her only one thing that matters living with a man sharing his failure to graduate from a high...

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