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 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.
Today starts the Year of the Snake.
My grandkids were given a break
For schools were all closed
Since someone proposed
That to open would be a mistake.
Different holidays now get observed
(I’m not saying that they’re undeserved)
Yet for years there were few,
Just the ones we all knew,
And traditions were always preserved.
Varied cultures are claiming their due,
Though I’d bet not all schools share that view.
If there were a debate
On this topic, by state,
Change would happen in those that are blue.
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.
We moved back into the residence yesterday - we were jubilant - and had a slumb-over last night, to celebrate our reunification. We woke up joyous, on the right side of the same bed (slumb-over), and we’ve been bouncing off the walls ever since.
We’re in the ‘settling in’ phase, restocking our Keurigs, getting our same-’ol furniture in the same-’ol places, picking up our books. In this liminal space, between sugarplums and sutures, our shrinking free-time will sag with increasing weight. Even last night’s normally fabulous martinis began to taste metallically laced with formaldehyde.
Once we’re settled in, our leisure will begin to have the tight, mangled fit of a borrowed jacket. “We’ve got to gear up.” Lisa said, just this morning and even as I type this, my eyes are flitting between my dog-eared copy of Gray's Anatomy and the mcat prep hub.
Classes start in 5 days. Free days burn bright, but disappear in a blink. Time is a precious coin.
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*slumb-over = slumber party
Lisa and I wrap and rap for Christmas.
Can you imagine the two of us doing that?
We’ve got Christmas playlists going
Christmas scented candles glowing,
and milky hot-chocolate flowing.
“Stir the marshmallows with the candy canes,”
Lisa says, like that’s something she has to explain.
We’re humming, singing and laughing,
and dancing because we’re happy.
We’re dashing to finish our wrapping,
we can’t have our suitemates catching
us executing the plans we’re hatching
to surprise them with gifts, enchanting.
The paper’s exotic, delicate and glittery
bought at Boyars Gifts, in New York City.
Why do the scissors keep getting lost?
Getting low on scotch-tape - we’ve used a lot.
We’ll be putting them, sneakily, under the tree
where they’ll add glamor and tease to our festivities.
I love the lights of the season - I love giving gifts.
For me, playing Santa is as good as it gets.
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Reading some homework
The day seems like artwork
Has the sky ever been so blue
Three guys toss a frisbee
perilously near me
shirtless boys silhouetted in turquoise
We’ve got our shades on
We pretend not to watch em’
But we know they’re putting on a show.
We’ve got fold up recliners
and we set a timer
to move to the shade in a minute or two
But the sun seems distracted
cooler and less radioactive
dozens of students are out on the quad
The trees aren’t just standing
the breeze has them dancing
to ‘Blood in the Cut’, a song by ‘K.Flay’
On this cool, near-fall holiday
We’ll while our day away
each of us claiming a chance to relax
Now that we’re juniors, we know the facts
We get that there’s still a lot of reading to do
but we know, we can have a little fun too.
What else would you expect us to do?
Goodbye, goodbye
Beautiful month of August,
Goodbye sweetness,
My sweet vacation,
My beautiful wanderings
Goodbye girls and girls
Winning smiles,
Goodbye, goodbye
Pretty blueberries
On the crazy tongue,
Goodbye, goodbye
Beautiful month of August,
You’re going back to school,
Girls, sweet fruits,
My sweet holidays,
Good bye, good bye,
Crazy youth,
Here is the autumn,
Goodbye, goodbye
Beautiful month of August,
If love still
Warm my heart,
Goodbye, goodbye,
Beautiful month of August,
Goodbye my misfortunes,
Good bye, good bye,
Beautiful month of August,
Apricots and strawberries,
I have no doubt
When I think to you.
Lag B'Omer, a little-known Jewish celebration today
arrives in just one night and two more days
A bonfire is built, there's singing and dancing
What's there to celebrate on this holiday...
The great Rabbi Akiba had 24,005 pupils
all of whom died in 33 days, except the last five
Is it cause to rejoice that they finally stopped dying?
With only five left, you'd think we'd start crying!
The reason to remember this less-than-stellar occasion
is that old graybeard Akiva saved the whole Jewish nation
He never gave up; rather, he dug in his heels
With five students left, he doubled down on ideals
Teaching the Torah, his fiery enthusiasm renewed
Spreading God's Light, reigniting the Jews
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Rabbi Akiva lived from 50 - 135 C.E. He taught Torah after
the Romans destroyed the Second Temple in Jerusalem.
His school was immense -- 24,005 pupils -- all of whom
died one year between the first and the 33rd day of Pass-
over, primarily on account of the sin of not showing their
fellow Torah scholars the honor and respect customarily
due them.
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.”
We’re no strangers to perceptible sacrifice
so, we’ve put all flavors of fun on ice.
Einsteining overnight - alone - is
about as exciting as a windows phone.
But I’ve been-to-the-show as a pinckney,
and in my years of parental-stalking analyses
the juice is definitely worth the squeeze.
Soon holiday parties will be made gold
by candlelight and champagne cold.
We’ll decorate with reds and greens
and surrounding ourselves with tinseled things
we’ll sing songs of angels and newborn kings.
But not just yet, no, not now - now tis the *pre-seasoning* -
a time of unrest, stress and testing - and God help
you if they’re not impressed with your reasoning.
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slang…
einsteining = studying for exams
been-to-the-show = seen things
pinckney = a child
the juice is worth the squeeze = the reward is worth the work
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!