Life School Poems | Examples
These Life School poems are examples of School poems about Life. These are the best examples of School Life poems written by international poets.
A HAIKU FOR YOU
Like garden flowers,
Be in glorious blossoms;
Scenting life with love:-
SCHOOL
learners'
sweet abode
from peers and teachers
life skills kids do imbibe
to traverse around the world
"pupils' transformative haven"
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1st place
SHELLED DOVE
Years after her birth,
She returns to her birth-shores:
Shelling her own eggs:-
OF YENS AND YANGS
Yening and yanging;
Juxtaposition face-offs:
Lies and truths at odds:-
LABORERS OF GOD
In labors of love,
We plow and cultivate life:
Reaping healing grace.
SOWED AND REAPED
The seeds we have sown,
Took some time to germinate
Their ripe, reaping fruits:
Nourishing fruits of God’s grace,
Navigating awareness:-
IN THE SPRINGING OF LIFE
Springing into life,
Let your blossoms bloom brightly;
Awareness glowing:
You, an instrument of peace,
And a reflector of love:-
Wherever you bloom,
May your scent sweeten the air
With divine navigation:-
And may your ripe, juicy fruits,
Quince all thrust for awareness:-
Fool a very powerful word,
with four unassuming letters.
Young and dumb in school,
we said we would be best friends forever.
Then came your wedding,
I took you to find your pretty dress.
Your mom and sister were no where in sight.
As your maid of honor,
I stand tall and proud watching over you both.
Your sister came as a guest,
her husband never bothered to show up.
You asked me to keep your lies,
and I did.
My mouth was glued shut,
not a word to be spoken.
Your letter came,
as I read my heart broke into a million pieces,
my fingers were burned from the paper and words.
How could you say these things to me?
Over the many long years,
had I been a fool dressed as a friend to you?
WEATHERING LIFE’S TRIALS
Such tribulations:
Sweat yesterday; snow today!
Life’s weathering trials survived:
Come tomorrow, I’m ready!
Bullied in School
People thought of me being a fool
My name called out not being my name
Tears often fell
Felt like a loser
Because of being labelled
My life had fear
Growing up I didn’t want anybody near
Life wasn’t easy
As life went on, I began to look at myself as a “Doer and Achiever”
Believing more into myself
Still get the criticism
Let the haters be haters
Every negative alpha letter and sentence made me stronger and stronger being better than before
Confidence for sure
Negativity I just ignore
There is no stopping me
Haters now see
I am the sun bringing warmth
Footsteps track where I am fulfilling
Today, Tomorrow and everlasting is my time to shine.
I want to choose, but life’s demands refuse;
still, with intent, I spin these lines in rhyme.
The world denies, distorts what I would use,
yet I hold course in this unyielding clime.
From birth, we’re formed in crowded public schools,
taught lessons, tamed, and channeled to graduate;
they save us from becoming “useless” fools,
yet steal our time to dream and self-create.
I want the space and freedom for my path,
my way (to guard the sovereignty of my thoughts);
never again will my hard-won, applied math
enrich the suits whose souls give me no thought.
IN THE GEOMETRY OF IT ALL
Indeed, there’s never ever an
Easy walk towards freedom.
Thus, we must ever seek,
With divine hope and
Faith, the right angle,
Triangle, and circle
Of oneness, in our
Maze journey in
The hexagon of
This lived life
Of the math
Of this old
World:-
DOING LIFE'S MATH
Negativity,
Squared by NI’s competence:
Positivity!
2…B…N…D…U…U…B
Indeed,
Always B
Who U
Are…
2 not
Do
So,
Is 2
Deny
D
Child
Of
God
That U
Are…:
U can
Never B
Less than
D
Reining
Beauty U
Are…
Know
That U
Can
Only B
D U
Created N
D image
Of
Ultimate
Love’s
Beauty,
Reflected N
D mirror
As D
Shining
Beauty
Of
Divine
Guidance,
Given
Unto U
2 survive
And
Overcome
D daily
Challenges
Life
Sets
N your
Pathway…
Thus,
As U
Sojourn
Life’s
Courses
N your
Labors
Of
Love,
Know
That D
Finger
Of
God
Will
Always
Point U
N D
Right
Direction
2 go…
Therefore,
Keep
B
N
D
U,
U
B…:
Got
It?
!
High school math class, November Twenty Second Nineteen Sixty Three:
the news had just broken from Dallas.
The teacher stands at the blackboard demonstrating
a geometric theorem; chalk clicking white against black
as she works through the meticulous Euclidean logic
with tears running down her face
Sometimes life itself writes a poem.
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