High School Narrative Poems | Examples
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By the time we entered the halls of
High School, something had changed.
We saw each other at a distance, in the
Hall, across the campus. If we were still
friends, we certainly were no longer close
And buddies as we once had been, such a short
While ago. We were Yates, Yank, Fonzy, Bobbie,
Jordan, and me, Cj.
We cared for each other, but time and space,
new place and new faces changed all that.
How amazing to think that after elementary
school, we dispersed and went our separate ways.
I heard that Fonzy died some 50 years ago. I spoke to Bobbie once by phone some 25 years ago, but have not seen any of them for nearly 60 years.
Oh how refreshing it would be just to see
Any of my long lost buddies just one more time.
Some 58 years ago, he taught me algebra in high school.
About 15 years ago, I gave him a call, just to say hi.
He said he did not remember me, and that was okay.
We talked a bit about this and that, and I told him
How much I had admired him from my high school days.
In closing, he said, "You made my day".
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Friday night football lights
His whole life high school sports
A rah-rah father behind him
Overflowing his shorts
Covid-19 postponed many dreams
And left an opening, it seems
For other interests to develop
No longer by sports was the lad enveloped
When football was cancelled
The young man found a new love
Electrical engineering his fascination
And so, he decided, his future occupatin
Now football is back, but not the young man
He's busy studying engineering while he can
As for his stubborn father, he's going to court
To sue the school district ~ a day late; a dollar short
Seven things to grab in a hurry
My house going up in a blazing fury...
First things first,
my favourite courier bag,
then with my custom leather boots safely inside,
I surmise as quickly as ABC,
well JKLM:
I'd grab my Grandma June's
rosary,
Grandma Kathleen's
silk scarf,
Poppa Leo's
beer stein (with poppa inside),
My mother's
diary...
well maybe not
Magic Casements
my dad's high school poetry book.
Next...
One last look. My...
Pearls!
If I'm homeless,
I want to at least look good.
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We met for poetry, found a lively group
occupying our space; Herculaneum
High School Reunion Committee.
They introduced themselves,
offered to move. "No," we said.
"We can use the other end of the room."
Distracted by their excited chatter,
we asked, "What year did you graduate?
1961 . . . your 50th reunion . . . wow."
"You're too young for this," she said.
"No, I graduated in 1953," I said.
"1953! Hey, she graduated in 1953,"
she said. They were astonished.
"Impossible!"
"No Way!"
"Unbelievable!"
"You graduated when you were five?"
I thanked them and moved on
to the poetry meeting, floating on air.
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