Education Rhyme Poems | Examples
These Education Rhyme poems are examples of Rhyme poems about Education. These are the best examples of Rhyme Education poems written by international poets.
Dice the ice and break the chain,
Shatter the silence and unmask the pain.
Frozen systems guard the throne,
But truth is fire, it melts the ice that turn stone.
Dice the ice of greed and lies,
Cut through the veil that blinds our eyes.
The people’s voice, a storm untamed,
Shall melt the frost of those unnamed.
Dice the ice of fear and doubt,
Tear the old order inside out.
No tyrant’s rule can last for long,
When masses rise, their will is strong.
Dice the ice for to justice flow,
From frozen rivers as new seeds grow.
The dawn is near, the night shall cease,
A nation freed shall find her peace.
Heard some twaddle ten days ago? some TWOTS with microphones giving it a go.'
Got some SCAZNA waddling in the hills.' 'Johns' Questioning the locals..By order of the shills.' I think there are snipers ? I wonder
Are there some, who gunned down our Koalas; 800 was it the sum.? Geez what a heap of trouble from twenty twenty on.'
Where has my 'easy going homeland gone?' Hey why not give the hunters shovels and picks? so they can dig the final grave
For vic-pol.. Away up there in the sticks.'
There is a man that I am aware of, who delights
In our 'old blood and guts' he says he'll fly that
Flag forever.!!! Now some may well think him nuts.'
Yet he quotes about lines of lin-iage and of an
Australian commonwealth law, of treaty called
For and ratified in Versallies 'is this all for sure?' He
Speaks of God king and country, of indissolluble
Rights.? And that we have a freedom to bear arms (indeed to fight) in our countrys protection, for our own lives..And those of familiy and friends ( now are we all kings in our country? If this is right lets get on the mend)
Is this what he is 'speaking today?' Is he right and
Sincere.? Should we lend him our ears.? Are there
Gems in the claims he portrays? Should we all raise (the duster) that is also called the 'blood and guts' that has seen us often to victory.' Is that
All it takes as such.? What if a tbousand law savvy? 'i am talking now credible folk' gave him some room, and consultation? To try his claims now.' To see.' will this all hold up? for there may well be truth in the bloke.?
The whole idea of a ‘leisure class’
is not as distant as it seems
when students prep for life with courses
~ like ‘Meditation and Recurring Dreams’
The moment I realized 11 and 17 should never be stains my brain so deeply I don’t think it will ever wash away.
It's an area totally different from the rest
From the language to the people's style of dress
Kids young in age but wise with street smarts
Teens sagging and hanging out at liquor marts
Shoes on power lines showing various drug spots
Girls playing double dutch in empty car lots
Loud music blarring from a car with chrome rims
Men lifting weights in a yard turned into a gym
The smell of marijuana just as loud as cigarettes
Where colors worn communicates you with a set
Run down apartment buildings ran by slum lords
Where complaints are registered but go ignored
Businesses looking horrible due to graffiti
Where you always find bootleggers selling dvds
Everyone you meet goes by a strange nickname
Where the less fortunate ask for spare change
Well known people grew up with this background
So the hood isn't as horrible as it may sound
Its helps people to be grateful and to improvise
To get their education and to become wise
Not continuing the cycle but finding a way out
This describes hood life and what it's all about
Time has went by and now we've switched roles
Having me at 16 and dealing with life's blows
To me there was no problem you couldn't solve
Through my growing up you were always involved
Now you're getting older and i must take care of you
You've always had an independent point of view
There's nothing wrong with me paying you back
This is the story of our lives so sit back and relax
A baby cant help the fact that their dependant
Now the tables have turned dont be offended
This is a time for me to show my appreciation
You fed me and made sure i got my education
I dont remember going to bed with any worries
You taught us to pray and to read our bible stories
Anything you need i will try to provide for you
Im by your side with anything you may go through
Cooking,laundry and etc is what you did for me
Ill love to do for you as well, even financially
You cant burden me anymore than i burden you
With you mother I'm just trying to apply the golden rule
You were the best mother a child could have ever had
Seeing you grow older isnt easy it makes me sad
Aging from a baby to an adult back to a child
To be able to care for you mom makes me very proud
I taught my little daughter
how to ford the raging water.
And I taught my little son
how to calm a storm not yet begun.
Just so they would know ~ how it is done.
Catch them when they're young
and shape their tiny minds
by telling them to colour
inside the lines
kids are our precious resource
nurture their dreams for the future
break them on the wheel of control
and kill the spirit destroy the soul
conditioned at an early age
they'll be at a loss
when they're told to think
outside the box
complicit in your conspiracy
avoiding confrontation
it's not a guiding hand
it's manipulation
you can't squeeze a square
peg into a round hole
they are who they
are it is what it is
can't pound a square peg
into a round pigeon hole
let them be and mind your own biz
In the grip of Time, a silent flow,
From Roman days to Gregorian glow,
A dance of clocks, a crafted frame,
A social construct, a human claim.
In the realm of Time, where moments wane,
A social construct, we seek to gain.
From Roman roads to the Gregorian call,
We build our order, yet stumble and fall.
Power we chase, in the currency of money,
Yet what is it worth if life isn’t sunny?
In the mines of existence, we toil and we sweat,
Digging for precious metals, our value upset.
Education shines like the brightest of gems,
Illuminating paths, breaking down stems.
Yet the heart of the matter lies deeper than gold,
In the minerals of wisdom, true stories unfold.
It's up to us to remember, as we strive and we seek,
That the true worth of our journey is not just the peak.
For in each fleeting moment, through struggle and strife,
Lies the beauty of time, the essence of life.
I hear the sound of a truth train now coming.'
Then I notice many people running.'
Why are they going back uphill.?
In the wrong direction.?
Into the darrkness lurking and still.'
Also back into treacherous times.?
Must be they are bad..?At reading the signs.?
I thought that they were all on board.' Within the
Mind. ? Have i been over optomistic, or to
This place, just blind.? I hear their words I'm aware of faces blurred.'I
Feel their hunting breath, uncertain of much.' And scared to death, do they know of life.? For that fact do I.? I must recalibrate, Oh me oh my.'
In ancient Egypt paharoh waxed wroth.' For he was there god... Such was his boast.' Until from
The rushes came a man, who'd accept no kings bull
Only Yahweh's plans.' His spirit God filled, so plauges came a'plenty.' Pharoah took ten big hits
Moses got on his toes, and off with those
Isrealites; he surely lit.'
They don’t care if we call him a pedophile
pedophilia is known to them all
From the uncle that’s always too friendly
to the pastors, the short and the tall
They don’t care if they lose education
they’re distracted with stories and lies
Barely reading a lease or a contract
they are owned by the man and his guise
Soon the MAGAts will be very angry
when the healthcare they all depend on
And the SNAP that they use to buy groceries
are both suddenly, horribly gone
They don’t care if the migrants are taken
they are clueless and often don’t know
That the food they’re accustomed to eating
was all picked by the ones they call foe
There’s a reckoning coming for MAGA
they will see it when it is too late
It will come in the form of the Karma
which was born from the hate they create
Son of Man, pause before judgment's seat,
Lest haste consume your soul's retreat.
Do what's right, yet don't waste precious time,
For pleasing all is a futile rhyme.
In seeking validation, you may lose your way,
And those you please will mock you on your final day.
Marry with wisdom, don't borrow to impress,
For pleasing others can lead to financial distress.
You can't please all, not even those you love,
Do little things that bring joy from above.
Take care of yourself, find happiness true,
For in your joy, others will find joy anew.
Beware of three: the young, the old, the weak,
For lies can bind you, and freedom you may seek.
Heed this advice, a treasure rare and true,
Worth more than gold, and wisdom shining through.
In pursuit of promise, he journeyed far,
A dual path of toil and academic star.
Leaving loved ones, a distant shore,
He braved new faces, some warm, others a bore.
Hostility's sting, he wouldn't endure,
Focus on friendly souls, his heart's allure.
Through want and need, he pressed on ahead,
Enticing pleasure, a siren he'd rather be dead.
Night's silence, his studies' sacred space,
Research and lessons, his waking pace.
"A purpose unknown, makes sleep a delight,"
He'd tell himself, through the dark of night.
His children's voices, a heartfelt refrain,
"Daddy, when?" "Soon," he'd say, in love's sweet strain.
Though absence pained, he'd endure the test,
For future's promise, his family's crest.