Farewell School Poems | Examples

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


Premium MemberA School Daze Turn

'Tis off to the races now that homeschooling has ended. 
One half earns for their subsistency, 
other half learns about delinquency.
Be they friends and their best efforts were suspended.

Tale spring muses as the anticipant's
appraised specifies traditional hopes
load stages standard addictive transplants
secured cognitive lodestar prolonged copes.

Missteps venture the wide-eyed sneeze, and runny nose
a caption reads, "This be the Time.", gone are
the reporting authors, counting those
to acknowledge them, minus their star.

Bloom's wilt and hues fade know not the hour caused,
advents trending acquisitions neglect closure
but fail to end the brotherhood of friends exposure.
halls went silent the schoolyard empty, turned men paused.


Premium MemberHigh School Graduation

Tears come easily on this special night,
          It's saying farewell that is hard.
Thoughts turn to the celebration of the end of our twelve-year journey,
          the end of our growing years together,
          hugs and kisses are abundant.
Nervous laughter as memories crowd.
          Signing yearbooks,
But how do I say...goodbye?
Feeling footloose, with nothing to grasp and hold.
          A vacant feeling,
Watching all we've known disappear.
Will we see friends again,
          or lose them forever?
As we search for our dreams,   
          will we find ourselves?
Graduation: a time etched in memory--
          laughter, tears--bittersweet.  

March 28, 2023
For "Graduation Day" contest
by Craig Cornish
© Ann Peck  Create an image from this poem.

Premium MemberFarewell To Summer

F all is almost here.

A corns and pumpkins to roast.

R ed and gold leaves will soon cover the yard.

E ating the last watermelon, oh my.

W ater sports will be tucked away.

E veryone getting ready for school.

L oved learning to swim at camp.

L ong days now turning short.

 


 

T ogether next year at the lake.

O n our way home for the winter.

 

 

S ay goodbye to the hot days.

U se time to reflect.

M emories will last forever.

M y summer love is back at school.

E ating BBQ has ended for the year.

R ain will soon turn into snow.  

  

Date Written: 9/25/2020

1.  Farewell To Summer

Pick-A-Title, Vol 23 - Seasonal Acrostic - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Edward Ibeh

Premium MemberToday It's All About Collaboration

Whatever happened to competition
  Educators today stress collaboration

The students learn how to cooperate, to get along ~
  When they go to work, it's "Do your job" or "So Long"

Premium Member2009: My Senior Year

The first day of school I had not yet come to grips with what being a senior was. To me, this was just another year and another grade level. One day, when I was on my way to school, it hit me that this was my last August and my last September not only in this academy, but in high school. This was my last leg of the race and my last time making memories here. A new beginning of my life is waiting for me not in years, but in just a few months. 



                                               





                                                   ©2013 Honestly JT

Note: My English teacher gave us an assignment to start writing about our life experiences so that one day we could possibly have autobiographies of our own.


Premium MemberRakes and Flames

As the dawn expells its authoritive cast; they awake, but are abandoned. They
turn--but their friend the sun ignores  and they understand.   They commune
their relationship and part with their memories;   and sigh.

They say their good-byes in a tone of fullfilment, but aface their anxieties
toward the skies for hope; but are denied. A clouded sky brings a chill in the 
air and a rustling of rakes and flames. 

Old as hell, written in HS for publication, circa 1971 by me. When I was young in the 60's in Ohio, we burned leaves in our backyard; sometimes our household trash too. You had to be me to be there GV. Count me in as last place. Take care.

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