School Lunch Poems | Examples
These School Lunch poems are examples of Lunch poems about School. These are the best examples of Lunch School poems written by international poets.
Seagull follows school of fish
Thousand utensils
cookie crumbles on the floor
Enough garbage to feed Rhode Island
Relaxing sauna for dead poultry
Cookie crumbles on the floor
Each lunch lady’s ear is in tune with the system
Relaxing sauna for dead poultry
Keeps it fresh
Each lunch lady’s ear is in tune with the system
Enough garbage to feed Rhode Island
Keeps it fresh
Thousand utensils
(2007)
Lunch duty is never a delightful experience if you ask me.
Maybe if it is a bunch of children from kindergarten, second or first.
When it is fourth, fifth and sixth grade, a nightmare it can be.
If I was working in a middle school, I bet it might be worse.
The children are tired of talking not a whit throughout the day.
They have a difficult time getting themselves under control.
I have attempted to get their attention every which way.
They enjoy the atmosphere, while my eyes try not to roll.
I just had duty with another teacher who likes to play.
She gets them excited and happy and a bit louder I swear.
Then she wants them to shut down instantly her way.
It would be easier if I did duty alone, but do I dare?
This is a nostalgic trip,
Once milk bottles let it rip,
Forced milk to scoff,
Some days it was really off,
Then for lunch sandwich sodden,
Tomato, cheese, hot or rotten.
They sit at the lunch tables together….alone……seeking the sustenance of acceptance.
John g. Lawless
©8/21/2019
He is eleven, big bright blue eyes, pale, unfreckled skin, lighter hair than most.
Not allowed to eat with other eleven-year-olds.
Due to past and semi-present behaviors
So he eats with the counselor, me.
Today during lunch his deepest of the deep voice came out suddenly.
THESE FRIES MAKE ME MAD.
I burst out laughing.
He is in a silly billy mood, not turned to me, but looking away.
I notice his cheeks are puffing up, in a happy way.
“You are not mad at all,” I tell him.
His smile gets bigger, but he does not reply.
He is relishing in the individual attention I give him.
Even more delighted when I call him out on stuff like this.
Showing him we are both lone wolves and fearless.
We used to have a lunch lady
who was so very mean.
She was also very ugly,
and she was never clean!
She was hairy as a monkey!
Revolting as a skunk!
And unlike typical ladies,
she really, really stunk!
So I talked to my principal
about her horridness.
He had her replaced soon enough
and oh, what a huge mess!
Her food was pretty disgusting
and so I didn’t strive
The horrid octopi she made
when mine was still alive!
It went and crawled out of my bowl;
but then bit off my head!
So that’s my excuse for staying
at home and not being in school instead.
I'm in agony!
As the energy drains out!
Cruelest lunch, arrive!
Nobody cares about me,
An apple, a sandwich and some chips,
I’m missing something.
Why don’t people like?
What is wrong with me?
On my left, the popular group,
A flock of eagles dressed in school tuxedos,
On my right, the burnouts,
Flapping pigeons dress in Levi jackets.
I am the middle, I am the nerd.
I eat by myself and walk by myself.
Damn it! It’s not fair!
No one says hi to me in the halls,
No one sits next to me in class.
I am a person, I have feelings too.
Everyone talks about the big party over the weekend.
Know what I did?
I sat home crying.
When I answer questions, people laugh.
I’m not a jock, I’m not a stud, I’m just me!”
Sometimes I wonder why am I on this planet.
Done eating,
I wall the halls to the same old wall,
Where I stand everyday,
Waiting for the bell to ring,
An ant, black and dead…