Stress High School Poems | Examples
These Stress High School poems are examples of High School poems about Stress. These are the best examples of High School Stress poems written by international poets.
The Days
My mind is bluffing all the around the clock
Getting the real ones suppressed and block
I'm in a flow
I'm in a blow
But the clouds of doubts are covering it all
And coming back to me like fast thrown ball
Trying to change and learn
But instead just getting burn
Shutting and shattering in the corner
Displaying that I'm a good performer
But if replacing your sadness with happiness
And wounds with laughter is not a part of life
Then what makes it challenging
Perhaps realising this knock on my door everyday banging
The path I'm heading towards is like a puzzle
Leading unloaded stress and lots of guzzle
Heard people saying
Life is what it is
Although experienced
There's no much difference in dying and then living and in living and then dying.
With the chalk,
Teachers' hearts knock
Students flock;
Goats, we overstock
And sheep, we unlock!
With our talks,
Teachers' mouths stalk
Lazy students' works,
Discipline the ones that balk,
And reinforce the gawks!
With our walks,
Knowledge toast to hawk
Teachers nighthawk;
Going days overwork,
Reactivating students' blocks.
Happy Teachers' day!
When you give insightful thought,
You can only be as you ought;
God has created you as you are:
Another creation of absolute awe!
So, do not be depressed or distressed;
For, you’re one of the Creator’s best.
Just know that being tested with stress,
Makes you no more or less than the rest;
Thus, be all that beautiful being blessed
To be—being here for all others to see;
That the creator never made any of us less
To be the treasured beauty we ought to be.
God has given your proud mommy to you
And she has given all of you to all of us:-
Be that loving gift of your blessed beautiful hue,
Rather than a foggy mirror image covered in dust.
hinting a reddening of accolade festering-
attention directioned to tongue;
paling and tapering winterbourne favor for aptly displacing the sun.
entering awfully, jealousy fostering,
the chimes ring in as it drums,
actually toddering, vision grows wobbly-
marking the brain with a dove.
the fabric had folded as gravity molded their uniform into a flower;
it faded my fovea, panicking so we could speak a full word in the hour.
whispering dismally into the wind,
focus disposes my head;
clinically interbred-
feelings from tandem side-
gather to bolster a red.
bells fell in through dwelling speed,
goner elated to simmer and seep-
beckoning into and out of the feed-
inaudible promise to water the seeds.
enter the ebony poster of reckoning-
pleading and praising a branded palestrian-
pacing to plaster the bodily deafening-
falling in love as epiphany questioning; inter-sea embassy, isn’t it destiny, stilling to sanction a plea.
I want to pull my hair out and scream
why does school have to be so mean...
Packets upon packets thrown in my face
I wish my mother would get off my case.
It doesn't matter if there's A's or B's
Those aren't as important as my non-existent degree!
Why must I have so much to do,
I wish I could sue!
I'm running around everywhere and cramming
My throat and mind are clamming.
I was always so prepared in the past
But now I feel like I'm dead last!
My mind is blank and can't process a thing
It's almost as slow as my laptop ping!
Wish me luck
Because this is going to suck.
As a teenager, I can sometimes be frantic,
unfocused, stressed and anxious.
Luckily, I was introduced to meditation.
I love meditation and the way it makes me feel - solid.
So, how does it work?
First I set a 15 minute timer and get
prepared to look a little foolish.
I sit somewhere comfortable, cross-legged.
I close my eyes and focus on a point
in the center of my forehead
between my eyes, relax my mind,
and think only of the sound of OM.
When your mind wanders, just go back to OM.
Existing in that territory of nothing
there is a silence that must be listened to.
You end up giving sharp attention to nothing.
It is simple, compelling and satisfying.
When you’re done, a new stillness will remain in your mind.
p.s. I write short stories too =]
Every sound is screeching
Every voice is wailing,
Larger than life.
No stillness
Never.
Every eye is on me
When I have to go up there
Alone
The whole class is waiting
For me to
Finish
They say they need it to pass the test
Or they want to have a good time
But their laughs make our struggle harder
The kids who don’t take Adderall for fun.
Sometimes I wonder
What is the meaning of Life?
What is the real point?
What is the point of,
Going to school everyday?
Then doing homework.
Seems like a cycle,
That I don’t see an end to,
But what is the point ?
POVERTY
Poverty is being robbed of your property
it is being grabbed and thrown out of your own city.
Poverty is living in a candle when they is electricity
it is failing to give for charity.
Its a sad thing to be poor
it would be difficult to buy a cure.
Being poor is a disease for sure
it really cant define who you are.
When you are broke your views are useless
the rich make the rules just to increase your stress.
Lack of money can wound your fresh
that even your own thirsty is difficult to quench.
I work extra hard
submitting my plans to God
the giver and taker of Gold.
I sold lack and bought Plenty
am not going back to paying rent
but will do the exact thing i was sent.
Work to secure your future
then connect with nature
and you will patiently wait for your rapture.
Life has got no replays so every moment you have to capture.
EMMANUEL KABWE.
Teacher's droning on,
about something I should know
monotone voices go on,
raised volumes attack.
So few respect my quiet
those that do are rare.
My quiet has a reason,
for those who dare to listen,
a magical tale.
A tale of woe, strife, and joy.
Few do listen to my tale.
those that do will learn.
Adventure with challenges,
adventure between my ears
challenges with fear.
now fear of being laughed at
cells of flat wood and cold metal,
papers everywhere.
Lectures of unknown language,
Symbols I probably should know.
stress running in me.
expectations unspoken,
the power of the screen lives.
Now class is starting.
Please take your seats now children.
Let the confusion begin
Walking through the crowded halls
Posters stuck up on the walls
Talking to friends till we're almost late
Trying to remember that project due date
Cheering loudly at every football game
Trying to not get caught breaking rules we think are lame
Worrying about how to dress
Trying to deal with all the stress
Juggling jobs on the side
Squeezing through halls that aren't that wide
Studying last minute for a test
Being told to do our best
Participating in a club
Taking advantage of the sub
Not to mention all the fights
And feeling like we have less rights
Being ruled by every bell
Sometimes to us school seems like hell
Wishing we could text in class
Being told we need a hall pass
Playing in the marching band
Eating lunches we think are bland
Dressing crazy on spirit week
Being told in class not to speak
And after all the graduation fuss
Our High School memories will always haunt us..
Buzz, Buzz,
still tiered eyes open,
She walks down stairs, packs up, and gets on the bus,
She stares out the window wishing to spend the day there and not at a desk.
7 FULL HOURS of of unempathetic teachers,
they give her 6 more hours of school work to do at home.
No one cares!
The homework starts on the bus and she's lucky to have it done by 10PM.
Finely, she gets to go to bed,
But all she does is stare at the sealing with the overhanging stress of the work she didn't finish combined with the work her unrelenting teachers will give her tomorrow.
It happens each day,
It's beyond her control,
she tells teachers and friends but they spit in her face telling her they don't care.
It won't change.
Luckily, she has her head on strait,
and while she trudges through the mud she stays strong,
knowing that everything is going to work out.
So she tells herself just wait.
Blue sky fades in the summer sun
Summer sun gives way to fun on the run
Warm air , dark nights, watchin’ city lights
Drivin’ down the avenue ,takin’ in the sights
Moon comes up over a cozy ocean blue
Leaving a path to dream of something new
Upon the sea wishes come true
Drivin’ down the avenue
When life goes bad , the good times gone
Where you gonna go , to sing your song
Workin’ a part time job, pullin’ down a part time purse
Should a stayed in the grades, not gone to work
But at least you got more comin’ out of school
They give adults less, that ain’t cool
What the heck is up with that
Crazy bastards tryin’to control their peeps
Ruin your life, while they become the rich elite
Life is easy feedin’ on the bourgeoisie
Life is easy reflectin’ on things that should a been
Feel the breeze, watch the city lights , take in the sights
The sun still shines , so take your fun on the run
On moonlit paths , over the oceans wrath
But leave a path for dreamin’ something new
Sometimes wishes come true , drivin’ down the avenue
Happiness in a Wrong way – Zamreen Zarook
In the notion of seeking happiness,
I thought of stepping in to nonsense,
I dream I could find success,
But I had only little access.
Every attempt that I lend,
It was an utter failure at the end,
My life was full of difficult bend,
But God is always there as a good friend.
My deeds travel in various ways,
Some times in subways,
Or in times it goes in highways,
But I had the belief, God is there always.
North and south families surrounded,
East and west friends are rounded,
Every time fear on death soughed,
I am trapped, and my merits are loaded.
It's silly isn't it?
That I could fall for you so easily
And you not give two shits?
You spoke your drunken words
And admitted to always loving me
It was the best thing I had ever heard.
When we hung out soon after
And I left you with a kiss
I didn't think the feelings mattered.
But as we spent time apart
I realized it wasn't the same
You had won my heart.
I got drunk and spilled my words
And you said you still felt the same
I was happier than a bird.
We made plan after plan
You always fell through
I felt like a speck of sand.
You told me you were trying to get a girl
I smiled and bared the tears
I had hoped to be the girl.
You soon stopped replying
I started to break down
I was almost done trying.
But no not tonight
I got drunk and spilt more words
I hope I did what's right.
I thought we were the perfect fit
I fell for you so hard
But, that's silly, isn't it?