Graduation Inspirational Poems | Examples
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My ceiling fan has 4 blades.
It is a good mover. Cooling
while dispersing; driving out
the old allowing for cleaner,
more breathable replacement.
Inhaling comfortably, I think
of all that went into such a
marvelous invention. My parents'
fans were, open doors and windows.
Wet sheets hung from the upper
casements; and with a little breezy
help from nature, they survived those
very hot Midwest, suffocating evenings.
They survived the dust and disease.
They survived the lean crops and
bloody wars. They respected
each other, keeping their love
strong and sacred. They did
without so that I could attend
school, later to have all the
luxuries our present prosperous
era has to offer. The framed degree,
on my office wall is often a focus of my
attention. My name in bold Italics.
But I always read aloud the invisible
credits: Mom, Dad, and the grace
of God.
"Jay's Graduation Day"
(by Michelle L. LeBlanc 06/17/2024)
This week you would have graduated
Just before you turned 18
Oh, how the time has flown
Since you suddenly left the scene
All tho you didn't graduate High School
You did graduate from this Life
You transitioned with flying colors
Your painting truly mesmerized
You learned many lessons
You tried so very hard
You found a way to rise above
And to reach up for the stars
Life wasn't always easy
But you learned to keep your smile
You'd reach out a hand of kindness
And often go the extra mile
You had a such a heart of gold
And a smile that brightened your eyes
Your friends all loved you so much
Some of them still can't help, but cry
And even though your graduation
Would have been Wednesday June 19th
I know you're still behind the scenes
Celebrating with a wink
You certainly left your imprint
Your marks engraved on our hearts
You graduated with the highest honor
Your love imprinted on our hearts!
At no time say never- that it is too late
fulfilling accomplishments you've left undone.
At times, what you long for is not met by fate;
Must tend to those wishes yourself- to be done.
I, married with children, had turned thirty-nine;
two went off to college, the other, soon too.
A gap in my life at this time seemed just fine
for me to reach out, a new venture pursue.
It took six long years- although what a great ride!
As a part-time student, in college, I bloomed-
with English BA, Business minor, my side-
rewards in my writing and work status zoomed.
At the graduation, my heart filled with cheer!
With summa cum laude, Nineteen eighty-four,
I walked on that stage with my family near-
all praising my courage for growth to explore.
At times, what you long for is not met by fate;
at no time say never- that it is too late.
Anapestic Tetrameter -/--/--/--/
After
By Michelle Morris
25/10/2022
They spend so much time
Focusing on the task
Training for the acts
But no time is ever spent
On preparing us for the
After
After the graduation
After the medals are won
After the wars
After enlisted life
After the mission
After the confirmation
After the wins
After the losses
After the births
After the deaths
After the goodbyes
After the hellos
After the marriage
After the divorce
After the dream is achieved
After the dream has been shattered
After the "they lived happily ever after"
So many "after" moments
But somehow we are ill prepared for
Life and
Death and
Everything in between
Do you know what to do after?
After all
It is your life
And you only get
One shot at it
Aim true
Aim high
Aim big
Aim pure
© Michelle Morris, 2022
The road is thick
You can't move through, that quick
Sometimes making you feel sick
Or you were cursed maybe think
Indeed, life is full of ink
Today I stand here before you
From tiredness I can say, phew!
I have achived something new
Graduation over me who knew?
Something I wished as I grew
I have to smile for myself
As hard work brought success on my shelf
Building and civil engineering see yourself
For you I come my dream from twelve
I am happy for myself
I have sailed from primary with a D grade
Thought I will loss it but prayed
Junior school made some of the upgrade
A strong C grade really paid
Woke from my resting shade
Came my senior with 35 clean points
The hard work and prayer never disappoints
My tertiary is here I rejoice
It wasn't my choice
Thanks to all who raised their voice
by Josepoet
#classicpoems
Buddha numerics
Time between death and rebirth
cosmic waiting room
(bardo- intermediate space of time between
death and rebirth. Symbolically, 7 to
49 days in Buddhist time.)
The weight of every exhausted metaphor sleeps underneath my eyes.
It’s the only thing that does nowadays.
I don’t hold anything in the chaos of my hands.
None of this makes sense.
But,
My brain is the crushing gift of God.
Sometimes it is a blessing
But,
Most days I am leaking juniper berries
Between pages of a book.
I stain everything red.
I have lost the words to describe how my days feel like frosted windows.
Nothing is ever clear.
But I keep looking through them in the hope that I will see
Something.
I will See anything.
I am in the edge of nothing
One step in either direction
With the fear of falling.
On step and my hands will
Once again
Paint but create nothing
My greatest fear is that I live an empty book
With pages that were written by someone else
With words that are merely casts of they should be
I am truly afraid of not living
God's mercy and love raised you to this tier,
Amid the party of graduates assembled here.
So, think not of self more highly than you ought,
For it is the Lord's grace that kept you unfraught.
Try not to conform to the actions of this world,
But let your minds be renewed by this conferral.
Wisely put The Lord's perfect will to the test,
And hold fast to what your heart knows is best.
Honor one another above self and guard your faith;
Love what you deem sincere and leave evil to scathe.
Share with each other in need and keep hopes high,
Be humanly hospitable and let your service edify.
Seek not to do evil to repay a slight,
For integrity is the practice of being right.
Let peace be your goal when dealing with others;
We please the Lord by being sisters and brothers
Grace*
offers
God’s bounty
midst dearth’s despair…
Gifts!
*Psalm 84:11 For the LORD God is a sun and shield: the LORD will give grace and glory: no good thing will he withhold from them that walk uprightly.
July 25, 2018
I have spend three to four years with you, my friends,
Together we enjoy life as if it would never end.
But times will never be the same,
And God had not promised a constant day.
In our life, we must always venture the unknown,
Face the challenges and overcome our foes.
God had not promised a clear blue sky,
But He had always promised strength and light.
Our road of success is always near,
We'll reach it if we only try.
No matter how rugged and steep it is,
With faith and hope, we will survive.
See the world with our eyes and heart.
Listen to the wind of each passing day.
Know in this world that we have a wonderful part.
Give the world our everlasting love.
That's what make us deserving studenrs,
For the diploma that we will gain in the end.
This is my time to shine,
To live a life that is mine.
This is my time to glow,
And let my true feelings show.
This is my time to cry,
To laugh, and to sigh.
This is my time,
And only mine.
I won't let it pass me by,
Like a fading star in the midnight sky.
This is my time.
When I was a sophomore, I was in love with "Chemistry"
Just as soon as I fell, for the girl sitting right next to me
When I turned, junior, I hated "History"
Because as it turned out, she and I had two different "Philosophy"
But if you must know, I love "Math" the best
It was how I subtracted her out from all the rest
Although "English" was by far the most useful of all
Well, I mean, it’s kind of true next to "P.E" and basketball
"Physics" became a sort of breaking of the ice
Once I supplied her with an equation that’d made her, to look at me twice
As a senior, I sort of had fun with "Political-Science"
Sure enough, we got back together with only a little of her defiance
As for electives, I chose "Creative-writing" and, of course, "Art"
I drew her a picture and wrote her name in my heart
"Graduation" came and we were both happy and sad
As we reflected on every single moment we ever had
Then we held each other’s hand with words-said in limited supply
Because we knew, inevitably; we can only say goodbye, in a sigh!
By: Wilbert E. Dela Cruz
I cant read and write can somebody teach me,you tell young people like me that education is the key,I want it,I need it can somebody show me,theres a million things on my mind like who i wanna be but without education there is no me.Its been running heavy on my mind like 1+1 and 3×3 but a young person like me cant count because I been thuggin it out here in these streets,if i told you i was a mastermind would you believe me,right right is what they all say to me,Im not a dummie or a fool dont try to rule me because I dont have an education you think you can fool me.Education,education is what i hear from the hours of 6 to 3.My momma and my daddy keep preaching to me about "child go get an education and graduate for me,now that im in school there isn't a thing you can tell me,I can read,I can write wow I even know my abc's.Education is the number one thing you should have when tryin to survive in these streets because without that knowledge you will get ruined out here in these streets always remember that education is the key
It hard to know
Why i was expelled
From the fundamentals of poetry.
Each day
Like a loyal monk
i played my flute
With the basket
Over my head.
As the lemmings
Passed
In quadrangles of coe-eds.
For everything i must remember
Something must be forgotten.
Often the days
Of learning
Have attempted to remove
Both the marrow and my intuition
From my bones.
Learning is to suppress
Creativity within
Like a poor mouse
Dreams of cheese.
In the first graduation
A woman matriculated
From Adam’s rib.
Into my textbook
i stuffed the snowflakes
i have cut kaftless
With my artless intellect.
Learning
Is ego
And i am
Priest of nothingness.
Some times
The best koans
Make ice-cream cones.
Vanity Upon Vanity
Morning arrives...
Evening takes over
Can't the day stops changing?
Mother born you...
You gave birth to us
Where are your ancestors?
Graveyard here calls...
Your family now run
Why do they stop to love?