Harvard Poems - Poems about Harvard

Remember when we believed a NYC street block was too far? 50th, 51st, 52nd, and so on... well, state boundaries stack those blocks, and now there are thousands, maybe millions, blocking. My preschool days taught...Read the rest...

Shall college presidents resign When the House says words cross the line? What should we say next If free speech lacks context? "Stefanik is asinine!"...Read the rest...

Good to know that we can be sure that Ms. Claudine Gay Harvard's newest president was thoroughly vetted, 'the Harvard way' She's good with Harvard's policy that using the...Read the rest...

Why expect a lot from A sluggard: A trim look, not seeming haggard And easy win of high regard? You'd make much of A sluggard A Great story from Great Harvard Upon him wait with a staunch guard And the often...Read the rest...

For Langston Hughes What sends them Harvard poets I just couldn't do it, Sir: What sends them Harvard poets I just couldn't do it, Sir: They'll never give me a Pulitzer. What tickles them Yale poets Just leaves me sad an'...Read the rest...

Advice to Harvard Students. if you pour boiling oil on your babies head wait until the oil price has gone down. if you undress in a public toilet you may meet Piers Morgan or the police may join in. if you steal...Read the rest...

Man stands high – in Creation - but higher yet she wants to stand! Before Columbus, trees stood like Sentries, minding communications; Once these lands were taken, WE hear much of “Supply & Demand,” Nations weep: gone...Read the rest...

Tis the late June day Which bring flocks Their subconscious intentions Obfuscated by the lingering dimensions Flaccid ideals and breezes Traversing gingerly through The ancient elms Seeded by the pulps of history They pray, with each scrape Of their prescient footsteps For the sparkle, the...Read the rest...

HARVARD! -Dharga Nagar Safa Harvard a knowledge mine, Dig, Deep!...Read the rest...

Harvard, M.I.T, Cambridge, Yale Which career path did you choose? Does your gift give or take I would the to be smart it’s the most Prized possession of the dark arts...Read the rest...

Mr. Harvard He stood there With wide open eyes. Mr. Harvard, King of the skies. We fell in love And created hell. All the games we played. All the times we'd yell. But none of them know- Note Yale, Princeton, or Brown. About our secret affair- Our...Read the rest...

a word the pain soothing wining the morning air I feel cool in dark a lore, an ancurseing heart ,today a rummskiled to the fact that noone likes me all are perdundently foolish while mook of the death upon it's...Read the rest...

Harvard, at night - You still sit on the lawn with the weight of both structures alive in your arms Rachmaninoff's tears turning black at your hips The counting of friends on your five finger tips Sawdust and poetry,...Read the rest...