School Poems | Examples of School Poetry

I dropped out of high school in August of 1986. In 1993, that was a mistake that I decided to fix. I was only fifteen years old when I dropped out. When I ask people not to make my mistake, there is no doubt. I studied from April of 1993 to June of 1995 and it was very cool. I...

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A MATHEMATICAL PERSPECTIVE OF JUNETEENTH (Apropos of 1619 To 2025) In the proud history of Virginia, 1619 was a significant year In relating to the beginning Of slavery in the United States. It has been revealed, however, That there were slaves present In the country long before:- It’s documented that in the year...

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My school has no walls or ‘administrators’ No hall passes or bells Mine is the school of life ‘On-the-job training’ without...

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You were there when I needed you the most, just for you to disappear into the night like a vengeful ghost. The texts you sent broke my heart, cause deep down I never wanted us to part. My biggest Fear, was for you to disappear, and for you to pass from sight like fire in the snow. I...

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We all have inner and outer lives. They’re messy, hopelessly intertwined, and more than mere mannequins to hang our word-art upon. I’m supported, in my unwritten life, by a structure of moods, both affine and counter-expressive. I’m, in turns, a tightly wound vagabond, an over-busy, fretful, unhappy liar (for what I will not share) and a happy, truthful mess (for what I...

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In you, I lost. I lost a lot. Somehow, in you, I lost you. I lost my virtue, my dignity, my sense of self. I lost everything I ever knew. My feelings were absent. My heart melted into oblivion. My smile vanished. The lights went out on my world. Everything was dark and gray. It...

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-The Chalk Beneath My Fingernails- I walk a path where roads dissolve, Where rivers rise and hopes revolve, Through jungle mist and dusty lanes, With every step, I carry names— Of children born with hollow bowls, But eyes that shine like tempered coals. The schoolhouse leans against the sky, Its roof a patchwork, spirits high. The walls may crack, the floor may creak, But voices...

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A fish popped out of the lake from his scales the water he done shaked looked at me, curiously, wondering, “Is he awake?” Well, I was still as a...

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hey, check it out (apropos of baited political hooks) being schooled can keep you book hooked but being learned can hook you up to a free mind… schools of fish are fooled by baited hooks enticing and teasing with exotic scents on swaying lines… retrospectively, whether you agree or not with me old-schooled dogs can be taught and learn new school tricks… curiously just check out today’s streamed teasing red-baited political hooks… ...

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Like a lone flower in the silence of still air— a beautiful girl, classy, modest in her grace, unloved by the insecure. _____________________________________________________ Author’s Note: This poem reflects a girl whose beauty and elegance go unnoticed in a world too loud and shallow. Like a flower blooming in stillness, she radiates quiet strength and modesty. Yet, it is this very purity that...

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Gates once locked with poverty's rust now swing on golden hinges Every child a key-holder: the girl whose fingers paint light from darkness, the boy who dreams in mother tongues and thinks in mathematics, wheels spinning stories across threshold stones. Breakfast arrives with sunrise and hope, satellites whisper knowledge to mountaintops, libraries gallop on horseback to forgotten villages. Schools are changing. Democracy breathes in corridors where...

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The day’s hours were worn down and a sudden sunset, that resembled a master’s painted glimpse of Valhalla, was upon us, its majesty of deepest blue, blood red and black. From our tenth-floor skew, the river looked, for all, like a wrinkled sea expecting a storm. Boats moved to tie up before the dark body of windswept clouds arrived trailing a...

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I'm sorry for being black I'm sorry I ever cared Every moment Every smile Was pity Why be ashamed? When I'm just me Standards on standards to fit Expectations to meet People to please Now I am ashamed Ashamed that I could not fit and distort my true self for others Eight years old, on a staircase, trying to scrape off my complexion Maybe if I was not...

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IN LIFE’S GREAT EQUATION Circling myself in a triangle spirit, Today I squared all my efforts, And my results doubled: I added good and got better, Subtracted evil, and got best; And when I cubed this, I achieved more-better-best:- As weird as it may sound, Rounding out everything, It appears that at day's end, I had a solid and blessed one: All praises be for my life’s...

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We think too much of the silence of things, Indian classrooms where my student's voice breaks free. Bright minds cascade up like golden ink lifting our nation's hope, lotus blooms on learning shores. Beautiful voices float along, empowering folks in crowded hallways. They invite people to the center where wise policies make an amazing symphony of collaborative dreams. "They've earned their voices,"...

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