Student Graduation Poems | Examples
These Student Graduation poems are examples of Graduation poems about Student. These are the best examples of Graduation Student poems written by international poets.
I’m finally going to get on that platform
on the 18th of next month,
for a first-time, one-time performance.
The once, seemingly impossible will come fully true,
which seems like a lot narratively.
It’ll be like leaving home—but we’re crashing out.
Moving on to other plot points, big topics and intense missions.
We’re all caustically optimistic.
Although there’s a cellular-level pull to move on
we can’t help but feel a hesitancy to jump into our multifarious futures.
We’ve never been improvident.
In my personal pool of experience, when I feel alone,
friendless and unseen, this unintelligible fear noise arises,
and I'm tempted to tap out. But I never have.
.
.
Songs for this:
walk but in a garden by LLusion
What Dreams Are Made Of by Evann McIntosh
I Like You (A Happier Song) [feat. Doja Cat] by Post Malone
In Twenty Fourty Six a group of men
hacked into a bible printing companies
computer
gaining access to the revisions
in the new book.
They removed copied and placed new sections of
the script.
People thought it was a joke at first
until they found it had been planned as a script for interputations
meaning the reader would find translations
and define the text reveealing
where and when to
donate and tgift properties to peoples.
It was said to have been an international event.
It was clever and geniues
in that only certain books where changed
and enough where printed
to where the Governor of Guam made a statement after
a wealthy woman donated her billions to a student on
the island.
At no time say never- that it is too late
fulfilling accomplishments you've left undone.
At times, what you long for is not met by fate;
Must tend to those wishes yourself- to be done.
I, married with children, had turned thirty-nine;
two went off to college, the other, soon too.
A gap in my life at this time seemed just fine
for me to reach out, a new venture pursue.
It took six long years- although what a great ride!
As a part-time student, in college, I bloomed-
with English BA, Business minor, my side-
rewards in my writing and work status zoomed.
At the graduation, my heart filled with cheer!
With summa cum laude, Nineteen eighty-four,
I walked on that stage with my family near-
all praising my courage for growth to explore.
At times, what you long for is not met by fate;
at no time say never- that it is too late.
Anapestic Tetrameter -/--/--/--/
Binary Math Rules.
Let me tell you a tale, my friend,
Of ones and zeros that never end.
A world of binary, simple and true,
With rules to help guide you.
First, addition is easy as can be,
Just like counting, it's plain to see.
Add each column right to left,
Carry over if it's too deft.
Subtraction takes a bit more thought,
But with practice, it can be caught.
Borrow from the next column to the left,
And subtract as you would with the best.
Multiplication is just like adding more,
But with a trick that you'll adore.
Multiply each digit, right to left,
And add them up to get your quest.
Division is the trickiest of all,
But don't worry, you won't fall.
Divide as you would in base ten,
And the answer will come to you then.
And lastly, don't forget the power,
A binary concept that's never sour.
Two to the power of each column's place,
Will give you a number with grace.
So there you have it, my friend,
Binary math from start to end.
Remember these rules and you'll do just fine,
In the world of ones and zeros that shine.
By Otieno Elvis Gikoi
THE ELO’S POETRY
A summer comes,
A summer ends.
For now it’s time
when school begins.
To the pencils and pens
And papers to type.
To the coldness of winter
And students who fight.
To the teachers who
Shouts and loose their minds.
To the students who turn
From Jeckle to Hyde.
But there is one thing that
makes this place great.
The year and the day
That you graduate.
So I raise my glass and give a cheer,
“A toast to the teachers”.
For this new year.
Today is the first day of school
the summer too short at the pool
school days are long
this is so wrong
I think going to school isn’t cool
My father insists that I go
though I argued loud with a No
I squawk and squirm
I’m no bookworm
sure I know all there is to know
Dad threatened to kick me out
no matter my perfect pout
I’m no fool
went to school
now the classics I can spout
At university I excelled
never an instance was I expelled
got the knowledge
finished college
at graduation my Dad’s heart swelled
AAA
I learned to type in Jr. High.
I learned to tap the keyboard.
One letter than another...
on and on.
AAA
AAA
AA Then... B
AAA
AAB
ABB
BBC
...
One day I came to class,
and we all sat right down as usual.
But to my amazement we were free.
We could do CCC, or DDD... Even ZZZ
My heart was lifted from the monotony
of the drills to lift my skills.
Yet in the end,
it was like magic,
my brain told me nothing,
and I told it just the same.
Regardless of our unspoken conversation...
my hands flew across the board,
as if they were made to dance, and prance,
in an orderly fashion.
I love my typing teacher,
for making me better,
than I was...
before I took the class.
I have another piece that's too long for here - so it's in "Short Storries."
It's called "Seniors" - about a High School graduation party
I know I could take things out - but then it's not what I wanted to say *shrug*
Here's the link
URL: https://www.poetrysoup.com/short_stories/seniors_9476
I hope you like it!
Some say we’re in the hands of fate
But decisions yet to come
Will only prove that we create
The people we become
The future has an unseen face
And vague as it may seem
These years are ours to find a place
This is our time to dream
Heat, in the shade, with a drink and a parade - of graduates, blue and gold. An army sent out to take on the world. Proud. Politics takes over as the principal wields the pulpit. The valedictorian - smart and charming.
In the P.M., as the sun slowly dips, clouds cosset the next batch. Less formal and a smaller set of graduates, dressed in black and gold. At first glance less attractive in comparison to the morning glow. But this student body has heart.
The salutatorian blesses God, as her speech ends. The valedictorian tells us (them) to drive kind whether we walk or are masked in our cars. And the principal is student-centered. Oh what a wonderful man to have in charge.
Puffed chest. Proud of both graduates. Whether an individual in glorious and flowery fold or the everyday crowd, may God bless their souls. May they use all the intelligence, wisdom, charm and grace to bless the human race.
O my soul. My heart beats.
7/18/2020
The Desk
by Michael R. Burch
for Jeremy
There is a child I used to know
who sat, perhaps, at this same desk
where you sit now, and made a mess
of things sometimes. I wonder how
he learned at all ...
He saw T-Rexes down the hall
and dreamed of trains and cars and wrecks.
He dribbled phantom basketballs,
shot spitwads at his schoolmates’ necks.
He played with pasty Elmer’s glue
(and sometimes got the glue on you!).
He earned the nickname “teacher’s PEST.”
His mother had to come to school
because he broke the golden rule.
He dreaded each and every test.
But something happened in the fall?
he grew up big and straight and tall,
and now his desk is far too small;
so you can have it.
One thing, though?
one swirling autumn, one bright snow,
one gooey tube of Elmer’s glue ...
and you’ll outgrow this old desk, too.
Originally published by TALESetc
Keywords/Tags: Child, Children, Childhood, School, Desk, Student, Scholar, Teacher, Teacher's Pet, Pest, Golden Rule, Spitwads, Glue, Basketball, Nonsense, Light Verse, Humor
As I studied long for my last exam,
I kept drifting off to happy land.
So I had to think of a fool proof plan,
to keep me studying for my last exam.
So I wrote a note for anyone’s hand,
it reads like this, my devious plan.
If I fall asleep,
before I finish this.
Will you wake me up,
with a baseball bat?
If, I fall asleep,
If . . I, fall asleep,
If . . . I . . fall, asleep
before I . . . finish, this.
My favourite laptop screensaver
is a photograph of you
on graduation day ...
your beaming smile
hides an aching heart
of such tragic loss
as your two school friends died
in your second year of study,
neither living to see your smile
on graduation day ...
they would have been so proud
of all you had achieved
and my heart fills with pride
that you didn’t give up studying,
in fact, you were the top student
and recognised internationally
on graduation day ...
I was proudest mother of them all!
9/12/19
Writing Challenge 2, September 2019 - The Photograph
Sponsor, Dear Heart - Wiishkobi Ode
School comes to an end
Cap, gown and sash, worn proudly
Students sigh and rejoice
Date: 07/20/2019
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