School Poems | Examples of School Poetry

ANIMAL CHAOS Dogs barking loudly, excited cats meowing, as rats run and play:- ...

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They're smiling leniently don’t be silly You can’t be apolitical these days I’m smiling back I don’t trust them initially, It doesn’t fall under a criminal offence I’m fascinated by the incongruous lines Just look at those familiar shapes, distorted The early cubist paintings make them shine Not blindingly, but just how you would want it Ambiguous light of green and brown...

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as the dance ends ~ the wallflower comes to life...

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Ok, there’s no jailbreak. Make room for my innocent alter ego, because there’s nothing to rebel against. There are zero classes in my nascent, year-long, Harvard master’s degree. They call it ‘self directed study’ and like rockets have stages, I’ll have ‘self paced modules.’ Am I suddenly at Oxford University? They’re quite famous for that (no formal classes). Or am I suddenly grown up and...

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How I met Josie I met Josie at the Black Cow a watering hole for singles pair of jade Green Earrings adorned her ears and drew my eye we talked about our pasts spent time Reelin’ In the Years found out she had gone to Bard College which was My Old School and we enjoyed a Time Out of Mind we watched the Baylon Sisters sing...

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Blossoming onwards Know you’re worthy of success; God…navigating… Like flowers of spring, Your destiny is assured; God…cultivating… Plow onwards in faith, Rowing towards your greatness; God…fertilizing… ...

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Like Harry Potter, the sorting hat (my mom) has placed me in a bloody, crimson colored school. It’s disorienting, as I go about, the logos are wack. Poor little rich girl no beachside lovers this interminable, scorching summer. I’m swept up by scholastic spirit. Can you hear it? Cause it’s deafening me, on this cool, dry, Boston orientation day. As we finished our morning...

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Can you make a friend— like a craft project? I know, I hear this parental voice, “just be yourself.” All of my classes this semester will be in one building, but I’m a control freak, I wanted to walk my schedule, go class to class, like I will on my first day. I have a locker too—this...

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I was going to become a teacher I thought it was my calling I was young and thought it best to go to university straight out of high school before I'd go to teachers' college Well... things did not go as planned for better or for worse, who knows I got sidetracked ended up taking a job education got shelved for longer than...

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My head has always been made of glass, and inside it lives a faint idea of who I am. She used to be a silhouette, but even then she wasn’t very defined. In eighth grade, I believed that she lived in the shadows, because showing herself felt heavier than living in the trenches of our own mind. In a way, she was...

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I’ve moved out (of school), I’m moving in (to school). My joke is that I’m having a ‘moving experience.’ Graduating college (3 days ago) was a dream come true I’m starting a master’s degree in 7 days. You have to admire the efficiency. Do I have your permission to bear my soul? I might have imposter syndrome. I’m a harsh critic—of everything—but mostly...

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A soggy teddy bear lay on the shoulder of the highway— head twisted, limbs askew, its damp fur clinging to gravel and its sightless eyes beseeching heaven. I watched from the backseat, wondering if it was dropped in sorrow or thrown in rage, or left behind after something that didn’t leave anything else. Two women in white nightgowns ran across their front lawn on a frosty full...

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Hello! Old friend, You crossed my mind today, After decades of no thoughts of you. Today, I sat across a meeting I'd rather avoid; Then I thought of you. I wonder what happened to the life of us. We were there, then we weren't; Too absorbed by the happenings. We didn't remember to preserve our sight of each other. My old friend, I thought...

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All my life i fought for a Dream. Dreams, that werent mine Dreams, that i never dreamt Dreams,that never kept me awake I fought and fought and fought I toiled and toiled and toiled And I pushed through For a dream i never cherished A dream i never saw myself in, A dream dreamt by someone else. And i lived in someone...

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Beauty is something everyone craves Beauty is like the temperature it always changes and is never gonna stay with you it's fleeding, passing and you have to chase it you to grab it and even run to get it but you might run so far you bleed you may not...

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