School Ode Poems | Examples

These School Ode poems are examples of Ode poems about School. These are the best examples of Ode School poems written by international poets.


Premium MemberSchool: Cognitive controlling mathematician

When math class starts, stress will rise,
"I’m no good at math" glows up in our head,
You see rising panic form in our eyes,
Inner chat takes over instead.

But you take the "not now, not never", self-talk—
The labels we use when we're lost—
And show us how to pause, take a walk,
Where "failure's" a bridge to be crossed.

You guide us through the work on the board,
These mistakes are how we can learn.
A growth-filled room of learning to think,
Worry dies as good thoughts return

It was never about the X or the Y,
But how we speak to our thoughts at our desk;
You teach our minds a healthy reply,
Make our problems seem like a quest.


Premium MemberOde To Covid

(In my country, Covid season is over and we're now in riot season (sigh), but this was for my son's school assignment.)

Covered in fancy spikes like a velcro ball,
you clink to just a few, but affect us all.

Bouncing throughout lands and traveling for free,
I'd love to be like you and sail every sea.

Silent, famous one, you're the talk of every town.
Corona, king of viruses, you boast your power crown.

Like a ruler, you dictate where I can and cannot go.
School has been cancelled as if there had been snow.

Now I type assignments from my busy laptop
and picture my friends at our empty bus stop.

You hold me inside like a vending machine container,
but since I get to miss school, I won't be a complainer.

6/11/20

Premium MemberMy Sister Elizabeth

Born a year after her crowning, named after the Queen
   My sister had no luck, her life short and mean
Academically and behaviorally in trouble at school
   A royal rebel was 'Liz;' she broke all the rules

Couldn't hold a job for more than a year
   Her 'friends' all smoked dope and drank beer
Yet a good heart had she; give you the shirt off her back
   Acted surprised, not upset, if it didn't come back  

Contracted HIV from a tainted blood transfusion
   Lived seven more years in pain and disillusion
A tragic story, cut down at 36 by AIDS disease
   My sister Elizabeth, namesake of royalty  


 
 ~ This year marks 29 years since Elizabeth's passing ~

Premium MemberOde To a Gym Teacher

Ode To A Gym Teacher

Amid brassiere and derrière
She strives to put her clothes on.
Her panties there, stockings here 
The rest of it, she throws on.

At the mirror, shining bright
She struggles with her powder.
She holds her place with main and might
As others try to crowd her.

How can she dress so nimbly 
In but five minutes of an hour?
The question’s answered simply:
She did not take a shower.


Barbara Dickenson
August 1966

Premium MemberLike a Big Brother

Dropped ad lib in foreign terrain
Not knowing a word of English
It was called ‘learn fast, sink or swim’

You smiled when I first looked at you
Offered to be my translator
Almost too pleased to be helpful

You came on a little too strong
I was uncommonly bashful
You somewhat a bit of a nerd

You kept watching from afar
Became my tacit comfort zone
I truly took you for granted

But honestly, what did I know
We were only kids in fifth grade



AP: 2nd place 2021


Premium MemberOde To Dyslexics -- a Soccer Poem

Woe is us, we wretched Dyslexicons,
We visionary thinking paragons,
We the summer-school-room-dwelling patsies,
We the ostracized by Spelling Nazis.

(sorry, lied about the soccer)

Premium MemberTooth

When the guest are gone and the weather get's hot.
Face it with drink and  hits the spot.
Do you want to be married or do you want to be right.
The bottle gets lower as you drink till you're tight.

Look in the mirror and search for your youth.
All that's found is  you're long in the tooth.
Put on your makeup that gives you ten years.
The friends have gone and you're left with the  tears.

Remembers the beauty from the days of your school.
The wine remembers and helps one  to fool.
Long for those days when they bowed at your feet.
Another year older and have lost all your teeth.

 

By Patrick Cornwall to my Mother
For I still see your beauty. I love you

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