Home School Poems - Poems about Home School

In me, the first day of school is relentless I wake with old dreads lodged in my chest My home moves endlessly, it’s countless Now every moment is a painful unrest In my breast lies constant trepidation The first time, I wept for a home longingly Now I carry homelessness as an affliction The new kid in me never leaves quietly New...

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Home from School A little stream by the village bridge. Clear cold water over jagged stones searched for pieces of china in the mud as we meandered slowly home. Once-treasured patterns and bits of bones and a black eel,rolling wave,burrowing far. We sucked sweet nectar from fuchsia flowers on our way home from school ...

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(In my country, Covid season is over and we're now in riot season (sigh), but this was for my son's school assignment.) Covered in fancy spikes like a velcro ball, you clink to just a few, but affect us all. Bouncing throughout lands and traveling for free, I'd love to be like you and sail every sea. Silent, famous one,...

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Wash your hands thoroughly with soap Cover your mouth when you cough or sneeze Don't hug or kiss anyone you don't really know Give folks the personal space they need We all learned this at home and at school way back when They called it 'personal hygiene' in those dark days...

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Welcome to Home School today, A typical mum might say, We'll start with Maths, okay? First, I have an empty glass, There is 0 wine here for a blast, Then I'll pour in half, Before I top it up, Now I have 1 whole wine to sup, Home School does need wine o'clock, For Mums, not kids, quite a shock, Stop laughing at Mum,...

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Her heart is big, But it slowly beats quiet, Fun filled moments fading into strangled memories, Like springs falling into a valley. She feels like singing a new song and writing poesy, Before her lay important things looking insignificant, Eddying like a familiar spirits, Swinging her back and front like a pendulum. She closes her eyes to visualize home, God and school, Again, her...

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eve of first school day mom giving haircuts outdoors bowl and scissors posted on June 2, 2018...

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Yes it hurt a little an it hurt a lot Standing their on the cold wet street Along waiting for my mom to come and rescue me. I was searching for my own way Never knowing who I might would  find Just trying to be a ghost invisible But their you were you seen me  I wasn't...

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Murphy wished for a Prince who rode a White horse... So she went back to college and took a new course... She met a man who drove...

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The lips that kissed these tiled floors now split to cough out damp clay dust. Gathered in excited lungs, to build and mold forever more under thatched roof of ripped canvas. Must the strings that hold your heart in tune be plucked free to dance upon the unknown noise. That rings from peach sky mornings to hushed afternoon in the sparrows song....

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Some songs Are of saddest times The skies of darkest days Some words Bring such discontent There are no gentle ways To tell the tale Without the tears That tear the heart in two But I will share This saddest tale Of hearts both black and true There was a widow With a son He was a spunky lad And when she found Another man The boy turned Mean and sad. The...

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Butterflies Big and bright and school bus size A cloud of yellow butterflies With the wind did sink and rise On the way home from school A hundred if there was a pair They’re not aggressive – au contraire They seemed to just float in the air On the way home from school The boys and I were mesmerized Surrounded by these butterflies Following us to...

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In the childhood home her mother spins her child Round and round we go happiness seems to overflow And the childhood goes by; faster, faster A growing child with so much energy running and having fun Careless and free he runs across the yard He is growing up; faster, faster Only in middle school and already a rebel Sticking up for...

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It was the first day of the new school year The children of Beslan had no need to fear In anticipation they eagerly left home for school Some walked hand in hand with Mom and Dad Others skipped along the well known path Excitement filled the sidewalks and the streets As fleeting thoughts collided in mid air Some thought of new friends...

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My dreams are not what I thought they would be. When I was fifteen, and thinking of me. "Twenty years from now..." the thought ran through my mind. "I'll be beautiful and smart. Happy and kind." "I'll be a stay at home mom, with my high school sweetheart by my side. He'll work nine to five, we'll have nothing to hide." But the years they change...

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