Long Classroom Poems
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They laughed as if it weighed no more
Than dust upon the classroom floor.
A whispered joke, a pointed stare,
Pretending no one noticed there.
The words were small, or so they said,
Yet lived like storms inside my head.
Each passing day they gathered weight,
A quiet burden built by hate.
They stole my voice one joke at a time,
Turning confidence into a crime.
Every answer stayed behind my teeth,
Buried somewhere far beneath.
The halls grew longer every day,
As if the walls had learned their way.
Every locker, every bell,
Became another kind of hell.
Some watched with eyes turned to the ground,
As if their silence made no sound.
No hands reached out, no voices rose;
The loudest pain is one no one knows.
They said, "It's only words," and smiled,
As though the hurt was weak and mild.
But words can settle deep inside,
Where fear and loneliness collide.
The mirrors learned to speak their names,
Reflecting all their borrowed claims.
I searched for someone I once knew,
But every glance revealed someone new.
Even laughter started to sting,
A simple joke meant everything.
I questioned every passing glance,
Every whisper, every chance.
The days moved on; the years did too.
The world forgot, but memories grew.
Time never asked what I had lost,
Or counted up the hidden cost.
They walked away when school was through,
Never wondering what they put me through.
Perhaps they never even knew
How deeply every sentence grew.
The bruises faded, none could see,
The ones they carved inside of me.
No scars to trace, no blood to find,
Only echoes living in my mind.
The classroom emptied. Chairs were still.
The silence settled with its chill.
Their voices left the room behind,
But never truly left my mind.
Some wounds are hidden, dark and deep,
The kind that follow into sleep.
And though the world moved on with ease,
The echoes never asked to leave.
CLASSROOM DRAMA
Children running about, climbing over all the chairs,
Two boys fighting in a corner, another one stares,
Girls giggling and talking gaily as if who cares,
Some of them scribbling on the blackboard - the noisy din scares.
I watch the scene silently, standing near the door,
Five full minutes before they notice me, thus ending the uproar,
I walk in. All stand shamefacedly. Peace is restored.
01.28.17
For contest : Seven for chaos and order
Sponsor : Nette Onclaud
In December's chilling, silent air,
Echoed a grief too great to bear,
Empty chairs, where laughter sat,
A nation's heart, forever flat.
The books lay open, untouched, unread,
Dreams were shattered, tears were shed,
Small hands that held pencils bright,
Now lost forever to the night.
No words could heal the broken cries,
No comfort soothed those weeping eyes,
Yet in their courage, we must see,
The spirit of unity, strong and free.
We hold their memories close, we swear,
To build a world more just, more fair,
O children lost on that cruel day,
In our hearts, you'll always stay.
Outside the window
Trees are painted red and gold
And the yard outside
Is overflown with leaves.
Squirrels chase each other
Crunching over the orange foliage
Around the bushes
And up the tree—
I reckon the tree is two hundred years old.
A boy walks into frame
He stops at a tree
And looks up
Seemingly searching for a subject
With a camera in his hand.
Soon,
He walks away.
Outside the window
Trees are bare.
Instead of leaves,
Snow blankets the grass
With slivers of green
Peeking through.
Today the classroom is empty
Void of students,
For they have caught a cold
And stayed home for the day,
So I look outside
Leaning on my hand
And admire the frost
That covers the leafless trees and the fence
Where it cuts the school off from the parking lot.
Outside the window
Flowers have begun to pop up
Between the last remnants of melting snow
And the window has been opened
For it is stuffy in the classroom.
This time,
The boy is back.
He’s brought a friend,
A girl holding an identical camera.
They sit together
Under the tree
I imagine the boy saying,
“Two heads are better than one,”
As they take photos of the
World around them.
I notice the window says
333.
Pantaloope the pink dinosaur was puffy and proud
She was quiet though, shy, not terribly loud.
Does not show ignorance like dumb students do the day through.
They yell and scream and insist on their way as imbeciles do.
You can see that Pantaloope the Dinosaur has a smart brain.
She can sit quietly, and let others talk in snow, wind or rain.
She is a polite listener, and she does not interrupt you.
She shows her wisdom in so many ways daily before she’s through.
Other dinosaurs are yelling when the teacher tries to talk.
The principal is called, and they have to go on a little walk.
Pantaloope the Dinosaur never has to leave the classroom.
She is hailed as a leader in person and on Zoom.
In the greenhouse of young minds, we plant the seeds of tomorrow,
Where knowledge blooms and awareness grows, we must not borrow
But cultivate a future, green and bright,
For the climate crisis looms a formidable sight.
Let us root our lessons in the soil of truth,
Let us nurture saplings of wisdom in our youth,
Let us prune away ignorance, let understanding flourish,
Let us water young minds with facts they must cherish.
The earth is our classroom, its pain our urgent call,
Its rivers our textbooks, its forests our lecture hall.
We must leaf through pages of melting ice caps,
And highlight the lines where biodiversity collapses.
In this school of life, where nature is teacher supreme,
We are failing a test with consequences extreme.
But education is our chlorophyll, turning light to action,
Photosynthesising change, causing a chain reaction.
Anaphora of urgency, let it echo in our halls:
Climate change is real, climate change appals,
Climate change demands we rewrite our story,
Climate change tests our claim to glory.
Let us compost old ideas that led us astray,
Let us innovatively recycle knowledge.
In this ecosystem of learning, every student a key species,
Together we'll solve this crisis, piece by piece.
We'll weather this storm with the power of the mind,
Leave no child behind, no solution unrefined.
In this greenhouse effect of collective education,
We'll cultivate a future of ecological restoration.
So let our classrooms be fertile ground for change,
Where ideas cross-pollinate, where solutions range.
In this graduation from ignorance to awareness,
We'll turn the tide of destruction, and show the world we care.
For we are all students in Earth's university,
Learning to live in harmonious diversity.
With education as our compass, pointing true north,
We'll navigate to a future sustainable henceforth.
The Children Who Are Seeking Attention and Love
They parade into my office in lines of one
Because I am the counselor, and lots of fun.
They need attention in any kind of way.
When some leave the classroom, they make their teacher’s day.
They are sorry and sad, disappointed with life.
They are full of anger, furious their daddy has a new wife.
They have been displaced, misplaced, ignored and shunned.
I try to give them a moment to share their story, their day in the sun.
They come up and hug me in the hallway needing someone to care.
Some are clean, courteous, others angry that their life is unfair.
They beg me to see them almost every day of the week.
It is actually their parents love and attention they truly do seek.
In the front yard, I see cars,
going places, who knows where.
In the backyard, I see trees,
leaves fluttering in the wind.
White clouds drift in a sky of blue,
butterflies flit from here to there.
The world goes on and on,
and I am all alone.
In the classroom, lots of kids
doing work the teacher gives,
in the playground young ones play,
boys and girls in their own style,
on the playground, year on year,
a cacophony of children's shouts,
sounds, forever, on and on,
and I am all alone.
Jobs, careers, marriages too,
religion, books, philosophy,
life's phases pass one to another -
in one, out one, then the next.
Years, in cycles, years like wheels,
on tricycles, bicycles, and cars,
and one day, wheelchairs,
going places, who knows where,
And I am all alone.
Holidays come with vacation-glee
As students from assignments can flee
Toward freedom flight
Outside classroom blight
Optimizing adventurous spree.
Oh, welcoming holidays with zest
Our pupils feel they are very blest
Praying* for grand days
To enjoy great ways
Not pressured by pen and paper test.
*Philippians 4:6 - Be careful for nothing; but in every thing by prayer and supplication with thanksgiving let your requests be made known unto God.
November 6, 2024
3rd place, "Holiday Humor- Limerick Set" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Tania Kitchin; judged on 11/17/2024
I do not know where to start
How my world fell apart
Mimicking a dependent broken heart
Smashed all-in pieces
Everything ceases
Time to phone
Home
Admit, ‘I am alone’
A chapel bathes in sunlight
Making the future bright
Back to school I went
Where four years I spent
Getting fed
Knowledge planted straight to my head
Not remembering anything the professor said
Reflecting upon the campus mall
Quietly embracing spiritual magic, that is all
Proper decision made the call
Getting into a debatable mind-bending brawl
Dismantling my internal adversity wall
Shedding recent tears
Remembering it was here
Received much cheer
Credit achievements earned
Needing updated lessons to learn
Professional experience standing firm
Going from one term
To another
Many classes covered
Maturing more
Browsing the academic store
Opening a personal door
Benefitting just me
Document office hanging for many to see
Unlocking the respect key
Allowing it to reveal
Combatting treacherous honest deals
Innocent trusting community asking, ‘is it real?’
Time to make a move
And prove
Projecting a skillful tone
Lacking stereotypical moan
Since it was classroom trained and honed
Playing a game
Strengthening my claim
Did I win?
Was there a sin?
I do not know
But I can go
Without a scare
To a campus chapel right there
Telling me I am living a life that is fair
Emotional jigsaw puzzle put together
Ready for sunshine weather
Feeling better
After getting my supportive grade letter