School Rhyme Poems | Examples
These School Rhyme poems are examples of Rhyme poems about School. These are the best examples of Rhyme School poems written by international poets.
all conflicts must be healed by love alone
are the words our exalted master spoke
seems our consciousness we still need to hone
atone as head and heart to God we yoke
for it is now high time that we awoke
so we remind ourself life is a school
where emitting love is the only rule
Call me Pinocchio, if you will.
Going to school gives me no thrill,
and my worst enemy,
a cricket named Jiminy,
I'm about ready to kill.
Becoming better . . . what does that really mean?
Each person on this planet daily is learning.
Learning in school, yes, but mostly from experience.
In becoming better, will you be returning
to the place of light where God wants for you to be?
Make each new dawn the harbinger
of a glorious and beautiful destiny.
Let love be the tune your heartstrings are strumming
so that in death, you’re rebirthed into heaven’s sunrise
as the effervescent spirit you’re becoming.
I frequently make up silly songs
as I go about my day
- does that sound wrong?
Peter’s quite used to it.
Sometimes he sings along
when he sees fit.
It should be mentioned
that I have an awful voice
there have been singing interventions
I’m sorting my closet
one of the tasks on my
get ready for school docket
(*singing*)
“Look at me
I’m as helpless as a lobster up a tree
and if you
ignore the smell
i’m doing swell
feeling frisky
and so much in lovvvvve
Look my way
and as long as your not driving
it’s ok
in fact
it’s just as well
cause I bet you can tell
that I’m frisky
and so much in lovvvve”
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A song for this:
Silly Love Songs by Paul McCartney
silliness, songs, boyfriend, voice, humor
Darn kids arrive and turn lives upside down,
Doted and loved and they don’t have a clue,
That parents haven’t a way around it -
But unconditionally, through and through.
For starters we’re awake from sleepless nights,
Then toddlers’ tantrums test our calm and cool.
And folks, please note, we’re stripped of spanking rights
As soon as darn kids start going to school.
Darn kids grow up and out of childhood bliss,
Some move away or in, if basement’s spare.
Now sleepless nights are somehow dearly missed,
It’s daily worries parents have to bear.
Based on facts darn kids don’t make exceptions,
‘Who is loved more’ stems from misconceptions.
None is perfect thus no one is to blame -
We’re hardwired to love them all the same.
Happy memories of the past:
Mothers rubbing dirt from your face in the school playground, playing a game of kiss chase
Wearing short trousers and cuts on your knees, scrumping apples from apple trees
Playing down the playground, saying hello to a stranger living as a child, we did not see danger
Hide-and-seek play-fighting with your best friend. You did not want to grow up and you did not want your childhood to end
The wind in your face when out riding your bike, walking for miles, just for a hike
But you must grow up and the childhood fun had to end, but you will never forget your childhood and playing with your best friend
Rip went to ‘Magicians School’
learned tons of tricks
But where was the magic
Not one made me flip
A school can only teach so much
Magic takes a special touch
Maybe you're born with it
Maybe you acquired it
Even 'Magic School' can't require it
Some hurry through school
pile up degrees
Others drop out
do what they please
Those in the ‘c-suite’ *
eat babies for breakfast
dinner’s raw meat
Me, I’m less ambitious
family first
Then the timesheet
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* The corporate 'c-suite' is
composed of CEO's CFO's,
COO's, etc.
Blue eyed twins went to school
Tried to follow every rule
their mother ran away that day
Even though they were good, she could not stay
The lesson for them lasted forever
You can be kind, smart, excited and clever
But if your mother wants to run away
You cannot make her stay even one more day
I love what I do and I enjoy the people around me:
My family at home, my friends at school, and my work.
I try to surround myself with positivity.
It’s the little things in life that give me a smirk.
There are those times, though, that I need to take a break
And listen to music or sit in a quiet place.
Sometimes, I just have to take a walk by the lake
And listen to the sounds of nature in its place.
Then I am ready to get back to my routine:
Work, then school, then home, and then back to work again.
My time is precious, and my world is a machine.
Positivity is the oil and my zen.
Notorious Ned, a fluffy Santa bird was in a mood
not jovial or joyful, more depressed, dour and crude
He had gotten up on the wrong side of the nest
his science teacher gave him a surprise test
his day was going downhill, he wanted a nap
he had a solo at school and not a single bird clapped
but they can’t clap, they have feathers, his mother said
He was irritated with her too, in a bad mood this Ned.
1 Corinthians 13 hints
Our understanding shall be full
But is it all at once
Or like a heavenly school
What happens when we get to heaven
Will we automatically know
The answers to the mysteries
From our time on earth below
Or will we inquire of the saints
Throughout eternity
And learn more, straight from our Lord
Going for our heavenly PhD
I had one university sociology class at eight a.m.
no one knew it, I forgot it myself back in ’73.
the rule from the flexible professor “call me Jim”
we only had to show up for tests; this worked for me.
Send the kids off to school,
is it just a memory? or a forgotten hole in time.
All these years on...
I still wave good-bye.
We want so much for others,
yet so little for ourselves.
Forget to tidy our own room..
wipe the dust away
from the shelves.
Just today, as the dust settled,
another forgotten hole in time..
one with a gift-wrapped box
that contained within
a tie.
Times don't change,
people change.
My hope for our journey
that we've learned to behave.
Forgive those that strayed for a moment
from the path.
It was theirs, not yours
and be thankful we ought too.
If ever there was one wish I could grant,
t'would be a Happy Father's Day for you.
I snuck into the party with an ID hastily made
and stumbled, out of step, into the poetry parade.
In this beautiful country club, I'm surrounded by my betters.
I wave my kindergarten rhymes to show the men of letters.
In the echo of the learned men who came this way before me
I hear the patterned minuets, that if followed, lead to glory.
I chafe in those traveled ruts and I long for something varied
and I hope to spark a unique verse, between school and the cemetery.
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A song for this:
Time by Tom Waits