School Now Poems | Examples
These School Now poems are examples of Now poems about School. These are the best examples of Now School poems written by international poets.
Happiness is the way
Enjoy every moment now
Stop waiting to finish school
Start school, wait to lose $100
Make $100, when you have a job
Until you get married
Until Friday night
Until Sunday morning
Waiting on a new car
Until the bond is paid in full
Until spring, until summer
Until fall, until winter
Until the fifteenth or thirteenth
When your song is played on the radio
When you die, when you are born again
Before you decide to be happy.
Because we have all the leading roles
See, you and I are sitting in the same row
Even if our roads are separate
See, you're walking, and I'm walking beside you.
Because we have separate homes
See, we still see each other often
You in other block, mine next to you
See, you're cooking, I smell the food.
Because we are friends so long
See, we still meet in some occasion
Even if we have separate lives now
See, we go and fetch our children in school.
Because we are childhood sweetheart
See, our mutual feeling change and grow
Our love grows to family love and respect
See, no more hatred but maturity in life.
I wake up already tired,
eyes heavy from screens and sleepless nights,
stomachs empty, wallets thinner than dreams,
parents fighting over bills, over nothing,
over everything.
at school, the hallways are battlefields,
words sharper than fists,
hands that shove, mouths that sneer,
judgment like a plague
spreading from locker to locker.
I scroll through images of perfection,
faces carved by filters, bodies built in mirrors,
wondering why I don't look that way,
why I don't feel that way,
why I don't fit at all.
I pull at my skin,
I whisper my names in secret,
I wonder if I should even be here—
this world that tells me
I am too much, or not enough,
so I start cutting.
I was born into a losing hand,
and nobody told me
that I could still bluff my way to something good.
A young man had recently finished high school,
but he had not determined what to do with his life.
On a train to visit relatives in a faraway city,
He was seated with an elderly gentleman. As they
were engaged in a conversation, the young man asked
the elderly gentleman about how to decide on his
life's work.
Without hesitation, the older man responded by saying,
"There are five essential things you must realize".
1. Your PLAN must be merged with God's PLAN.
2. Your PURPOSE in life must be DEFINED.
3. Your SKILL-SET must be IDENTIFIED.
4. Your PREPARATION must be INITIATED.
5. Your PURSUIT must be ENJOINED.
The elderly gentleman went on to say that
the principles he shared were ongoing and
needing to be acknowledged and reinforced
throughout one's lifetime.
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In school when I was being raised
the role models who then were praised
were the American icons—
George Washington, “I cannot tell a lie”
Honest Abe, a straight-shooting kind of guy
Later we heard Jimmy Carter testify
“I’ll never tell a lie …”
For my generation and prior
they raised the bar higher
Honesty was the best policy
That was then
This is now …
When caught in a lie
deny
When accusations resound
double down
When proof’s presented
get inventive
When they continue to confront
cry witch-hunt
When they accuse you of a crime
deflect each time
When they bring more claims
call them demeaning names
over and over
and over and
over and over
and over again
Nothing to lose
You may even win …
But lying is still a sin
Best to extol the role model
who always gets it right
(then and now)
Jesus — ‘The way, the truth, the life!’
Summer came and went too fast, but I still had a blast!
I wish this warm weather could last forever.
Feeling the sun's rays during these lazy days;
Taking a dip in the pool to keep ourselves cool;
Kids all scream for delicious ice cream.
Dancing to the music; drinking water when it's humid;
No need to brag when you got swag!
Going on nightly strolls: Call me butter cause I'm on a roll.
Playing video games with friends:
Why did summer have to end?
Now it's time for fall, y'all,
And Back to School season after all.
So Summer, I bid you so long for now;
As cooler temperatures return, take a bow.
I can't wait to do it again!
See you next year until then.
Once the memories starts to crawl back there
It feels more unbearable to stand alone here
The sudden laughs we shared with no reason at all
The moments we felt with holding hands as a whole
The everyday circles of talks, peps and plans
Moments we earned the sense of victory with our proud hearts
To be honest I know,
I know that the days I'm dreaming to have
Just like the days we used to have
They are not going to happen anymore
Though I secretly cry, pray and mourn
To have more of them for the rest of my brio
Why can't we have more of it
Whose fault it really is...
When none of us want to be apart but we have to
The world is cruel that way, and for that I hate you
So alas! we keep telling ourselves "our friendship never dies"
Though I sense its' painful dying breaths, trying to pretend
"I never die"
Now, everybody has started to say
That all of us have to move away
Away from the joy and the feelings that we shared together
To have them collected and protected, to have more with strangers
Strangers one day, will become otherwise and collected
Well, here I am speaking out loud, that I’m never going to own
Some fine dusty Albums.
Home, was where you went at six pm. for supper,
for lunch when there was no school, and you were out
all morning playing.
Where special breakfasts were served on weekends.
Where you made your cold cereal breakfasts before
going to school from the third grade on.
Home was where you always found clean clothes
one a week, sometimes twice on your bed to be folded
and put away in your dresser drawers or put on hangers
and hung up by you.
It was where your mother and father lived.
Where your mother cared for you when sick,
Father handed you a few bucks 'on the sneak' Friday night
he really didn’t have when you were going out with your
girlfriend now wife.
Where you were told.
"Of course, you could come back home after our enlistment
was up in the service."
Where fifty dollars left on your end table in your bedroom
was still there after ten weeks of basic training.
Home, wasn't such a bad place to have been then, or now,
when I think about.
We were teens just outta school
Did we really know what was the plan
Some did I suppose and weren’t a fool
When we fronted with suitcase in hand
What is your first memory on the day
Standing in a group and waiting
Who to talk to and what to say
But there was always time for bonding
There’s a lot between then and now
And some of us have passed on
In what life’s lottery would allow
But memories linger and are never gone
When we gather together now
A group looking older and wiser still
We deserve to take a bow
A Course or Troop knowing the drill.
© Paul Warren Poetry
At 60 you hope for another school reunion
of your compatriots'
After all this was your first corporate flagship
(Blazers and satchels)
Grandparents now, some retired
What is more reticent
is some of our teachers have died
but their legend lives on
such full characters
magnificent in their valour
deserving respect
Yet Facebook the great replacer
of friends reunited
cannot illicit enough responses
for a reunion or reaching out for figurines
So many times I’ve been counted out,
Yet here I still stand figuring it out.
The diploma read ADVANCED in caps,
Now look at me with a graduation cap.
They doubted me in high school,
I rose above them that’s how I do.
Say what you want, think what you will,
Jesus is the one controlling my wheel.
Finding my path took a moment,
I just needed more time to orient.
See me now secured like a post,
So I’m looking to make the most.
Doing my best to get established,
A college degree will be accomplished.
Piece by piece it’s coming together,
I can’t wait to say, look at me now.
I dashed off to the ladies' room
just after Sunday School was through.
The service that would soon begin,
I'd relish from my favorite pew.
As I sailed down the lengthy hall,
I felt the cool, conditioned air--
more in the back than in the front,
but I trucked on, Miss Unaware!
I reached the sanctuary door
and saw that I was not alone.
A red-faced deacon spoke to me--
few words, low voice, with gentle tone.
I spluttered "Thanks" and fled the scene
my problem to eliminate,
slinked in the back, and took a seat.
I prayed my shame would soon abate.
What lesson did I learn that day?
That, to avoid such Sunday woes,
I really must be sure my dress
is not tucked in my pantyhose.
January 3, 2021
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Once they aren’t babies,
Are we baby-sitting, still?
We watch them and some necessary
Jobs we do fulfill.
The back and forth to school, the meals,
The homework and, of course,
The after-school activities
Which parents do endorse.
We show up when we’re needed
And do all that we are asked,
Including going places where
We’re distanced and we’re masked.
There isn’t lots of sitting
And they’ve left their baby phase –
Guess grand-kids watchers might be
A more fitting modern phrase.
Temples throbbing
Heart pounding
at capacity
Introduced very first day
as 'Teacher of Perspicacity'
Did not know what it meant...
Next 'Word of the Day' ~ Retirement
Okay let’s pretend that I retire. Now what?
It might be okay for the first four weeks.
That is how long I can stand summer break.
It’s week five. I am running out of writing material.
I need to be back in school
My go-to-place for ideas.
Where ideas fall off backpacks into my lap.
Where children throw hilarity into my life daily.
Where teachers have no idea how many poems
they will be starring in by tonight.
For me retirement would be as smooth
As jumping from a sixty-three foot cliff
In to a pack of hungry wild coyotes.