School Holiday Poems | Examples
These School Holiday poems are examples of Holiday poems about School. These are the best examples of Holiday School poems written by international poets.
I’ve been unashamedly holiday focused,
everything fit together like a puzzle,
all febrile worries were pardoned,
we took haven in our comforts.
I slept shamefully late,
We weaponized fun.
The world seemed parasitology free,
pharmacology, pathology and histology free,
if not entirely anatomy free wink wink
and except for my mom, assessment free.
It’s been great, it’s been Christmas!
But soon, my cares will, again, be fined tuned
by the Gordian knot of learning
and it’s ungentle reckonings.
If it weren’t all asked for - I’d be pissed.
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A Song for this:
Coney Island Man by Swing Out Sister
I love a long holiday and as a general rule
you’ll find me out by a turquoise pool
cause it’s hot outside and I’m nobody's fool.
Closing my eyes I lazily daydream
listening to my favorite music stream
umbrella shaded from harsh sunbeams.
I’ve put away polemic school assignments
for leisure and tastier desultory refinements
like buffalo wings, pizza and dirty martinis
and the barely there cool of a string bikini.
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Songs for this:
Digging your scene by Ivy
The Big Sky (Special Single Mix) by Kate Bush
Can't Be Like This Forever by The Moving Stills
I have awaken to some days filled with misery.
And there are other days clouded with mystery.
And there are some yesterdays that are neither
good nor bad but are simply a vision of history.
May Day for me has always cast a fond memory,
except the day in May when my father passed away.
My father died in that month on the 8th of May,
the only day in May that brought sadness to me.
I finished high school in the Month of May.
From home I moved away in the Month of May.
I have such fond memories of when as a child,
we danced around the May Pole on the first of May.
Already back in class.
Wow, the Holidays went fast.
Wasn’t Black Friday great?
‘Bargains,’ make my heart race
and the Internet’s my kind of place.
I can dead-on shop this time of year,
shamelessly, without the fear
that someone will be judging me.
I make some ‘passing effort’ to be frugal,
that’s what ‘black Friday’ sales are for—and google.
I bought my suitemates those techie gifts, to guarantee,
that they’ll meet with their approval.
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A Christmas playlist for this:
daweb.us/xmas/Christmas_21.mp3
Christmas was always my big season of celebration
Because I taught school, and it was our semi-big break
Unless you count summers, which were terrific at eight weeks
I looked forward to the baking – candies, cookies, fudges, pies, cakes.
The comradery – family, friends, neighbors, even co-workers.
Everyone seems to be in a holiday mood mid December.
Hannukah, Kwanza and Christmas people friendlier than usual.
Exchanging gifts, giving out glittery cards, being a notch nicer.
I think the entire month of December should be celebrated for this reason.
The wheel of fortune has spun our way,
we’re on Spring-break for 8 more days!
The transition to leisure was as smooth as oil,
without classes, he’s just a guy and I’m his girl.
For three weeks we’ll have had the suite to ourselves,
it has all the amenities, it’s like a hotel.
We’ve never been together, alone, for so long before,
it’s so deliciously heterodox, it’s like a reward.
Peter (my BF) observed, “This will be a reality check.”
Yeah, he’s a hopeless romantic.
“Sorry sir,” I said, “It's my policy not to cash reality checks.”
Midterms are over
I’m coming up for air
now that they’re done
I’ll admit I was scared
- that physics three -
was nearly the death of me.
What comes next?
The Manhattan express
for November recess
some November excess
with Lisa, my BFF princess,
my doughty, NYC adventuress,
I’m blessed, she’s the best.
Ooo! and some turducken bliss,
much needed rest and time to de-stress.
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Marriam Webster: Doughty: “brave, strong, and determined.”
turducken: a deboned chicken stuffed into a deboned duck, further stuffed into a deboned turkey.
Following down the sidewalks
Watching from my backyard,
Everywhere I go, he stalks
Waiting to catch me off guard
Even in the safest places
My town, my school, my home,
The shape of his masked face is
Hiding wherever I may roam
Lock yourself into a closet
Behind dresses and blue jean,
Fight back and scream 'cause it
Is the night of Halloween
And, when fear is so unbridled
And helpful friends are not there,
Remember, everyone is entitled
To at least one good scare.
(Inspired by the film, 'Halloween', (1978)
Written: October 19th, 2022
Used rhymezone.com
The length of things we can post here is limited - so I posted my latest piece as a short story called "Summer's begun."
Here's a URL for it (in the short story section):
https://www.poetrysoup.com/short_stories/summers_begun_9466
Thanks! I hope you're all having fun!
I do not want to buy any holiday junk.
But wait! I do because there is a demonic side
She thinks mechanical Santas are cute
She likes Valentines Day Cupids too
She is nutty about March leprechauns
I find myself stocking up on flag plates
By the Fourth of July we will not find them
There is always next year I tell the others
Some of my sides smirk. Some are snide.
My prissy muse, Trixie, takes out a pen.
Put that away! Yells Back to School Self.
It's not school time yet! I roll my eyes.
Thanksgiving is almost here,
annoying school bells have stopped ringing.
Turkeys are huddling, out of sight,
and the garbage men are singing.
We’re beginning to prep side dishes,
slicing, dicing, mashing, peeling,
and I’m smiling ‘cause I feel myself
swept up in holiday feelings.
I hope that Macys is ready
for their seasonal parade.
We’ll be watching as we start to cook
the banquet that we’ve made.
I’m wishing everyone plenty,
as we shelter in our homes.
On this tame 2020 holiday,
that we’re spending home alone.
I am pining
for shining.
The lightness
of brightness.
Oh cast away
the gloomy grey..
to a cloudless
de-stress..
So I can undress
with finesse
to the colour
of Summer;
a mellow..
yellow.
Exposin'
my melatonin
to a fantasy
of vitamin 'D'
Would suit me..
down to a tee.
Out of school
by a pool.
Play hard
Discard.
Shirk
the work
Shed
the load..
Hit the road.
Park the bike.
Drop the mike.
Avoid the spike.
With nothing to prove.
Get into the groove
Slow
the pace
Leave
the race
and
face
the
grace.
A busman’s holiday
My husband introduced me to this term today
I had never heard of it
Checked it up in the dictionary
Because he is a fast thinker with the kind of mind
That instantly makes up stuff with a definition,
And the correct pronunciation.
I learned early on to check his facts
Because of his fast-thinking make-it-up-quickly-kind-of-mind.
Yes, it is true. I have the day off, and I will use it as a busman’s holiday.
It is a disease. It means you do what you do, even on your day off.
A grocer will visit other stores. An escape artist will go watch another’s show.
I am heading to school, to listen to the teachers, for listening is what I do.
First day of the school holiday
Young Dexter went outside to play
He slipped off his slide
Oh how Dexter cried
In plaster his arm’s got to stay
2/21/19
cast iron monster
belching smoke and steam
small hands enfolded
framed beneath
glassine perfection
quietly staring
strange world streams by
silent but for noise
engine screams
arrival ahead
grandparents standing in snow
Christmas awaits