Memories School Poems | Examples
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old friends with spouses
and new lives
long lost communications
people moved away
gathered in one room
brought together by one thing
"high school reunion"
we talk about old times
nothing seems to have changed that much
just our age and looks
our memories stayed the same
we exchange numbers and addresses
promises of keeping in touch
losing track ago
for another five years
tie dye in July
swirling summer memories
back to school halts this
As the yellow-orange sun slowly rises
Memories of your class's fun flood my heart
Thoughts run to your teaching and enterprises
You brought those tiny guppies to our class
A creative shiny diorama's great art
Sunshiny person and dedicated lass
You lifted us up when you said
All the gifted books available we'd outsmart
Sad you to your death drifted from your sickbed
Oh, the 1990's,
songs by Seattle grunge,
and boy band's romanticism.
Daughter was a cheerleader beauty,
blonde effervescence.
Petite strength,
with her smile of enthusiasm,
tossed up in adolescent flight..
Friday night varsity football games,
roaring bonfire for the Homecoming
in October's night of a crisp chill.
High school boyfriend faded into
nostalgia's mist of memories.
Twenty-four years have passed,
a Mom in her forties,
my grandchildren her joy.
Two decades of life's rewards,
some sorrow.
Alma mater moments-
those times are reborn,
verve. ~
perroquet avenue lips
poems and polaroids
pornitography
hariness
protected by vickies
cleavite libertinism
third base
strobe-lit memories
slang..
perroquet = a delicious, minty French alcoholic drink
avenue = a shade of deeply red lipstick
vickies = victoria's secrets
cleavite = untanned areas usually covered by a bathing suit, and thus pale
third base = come ON, everyone knows
I remember when we used to vote
at that time people also wrote
books, letters, diaries of their thoughts
But none of that in school today is taught
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
I hear the children laughing as they go
Down the path to the waiting warm seat
Motor revving to keep warm in the snow
I hear the children laughing as they go
Brings memories, swell times, although
Not the same, no, not that I would repeat
I hear the children laughing as they go
Down the path to the waiting warm seat.
Written October 29, 2022
Abandoned Trunks And The Children
There laid the empty gray trunk;
never to hold a thing again.
There in the blood-wet soil,
a sadden decaying lump.
Dead and no longer in life’s pain;
lifeless—no longer in earthly toil.
Gone are the rumbing fun echoes
and self gushing joyous showers;
Leaving only keloid ivory memories
to be as tombstone flowers.
Thus is the sad eerie fate
of a great regal elephant;
A victim of greed’s sake—
and man’s pleasure hunt.
Ironically–in schoolyard-like graves–
in the brightness of ivory sunshine days,
Our children–like joyful trumpeting elephants–
have become victims man’s ongoing pleasure hunt:-
Ah, Prom! I remember it well
how my excitement did swell
Would I be asked by a girl or a boy
or maybe an ‘undecided,’ oh joy!
Have you ever been so infatuated with someone that you thought you’d die?
My memories are fresh - and embarrassing - there’s no sense of time’s distortion
I was twelve and we were living in Shenzhen, China.
When my heart went off like a grenade for this fourteen year old boy.
I was so beguiled that I started writing poetry - always a bad sign.
I was exposed - turned inside out by it,
like my guts were hung out for birds to peck.
I writhed in that particular, lonely agony.
All I ever had to offer him was my helplessness.
He didn’t take advantage - I think I scared him.
I wonder what memories he took from me?
no matter what life offers
school memories rule
We girls, dressed our vert best!
Curled our hair, a tad of makeup.
Clothes, must most modest be.
Skirts, well below the knee!
Boys had to wear suits.
To respect us with utmost chivalry.
And indeed, they did!
Rules and morals, planted firmly in
our heads.
I wonder what it is like now?
Knowing, it is not the same.
Where sexuality is the game!
And if there is any sense of shame?
These memories of by-gone days.
Honey-sweet with magical anticipation.
An adolescent empire just bursting
With respectful, innocent play and a
Delight in cordial admiration!
12/6/2022
The many days of tolerating the,
Bullies, the prima Donna's, the jocks,
And the nerds.
Trying to find ways to escape them,
Daily was an adventure.
The lunchroom is what nightmares,
Are made of.
Memories you laugh about when,
Reminiscing with friends.
Can't forget running down
the hall dodging bullies,
Finding any teacher that will save us.
Waking up in the morning having,
A panic attack about school.
Just realizing your 28 and a sigh,
Of relief your no longer in high school.
You have been paroled.
Those are the days of high school.
in the corner of room stands my school bag,
creased with memories bearing my name tag,
loads of books it carried over the years,
staying by my side through my exam fears!
smell of its leather is so dear to me,
like smell of its mum to little puppy,
on occasions would cuddle it for warmth,
like cat seeking love from fire of hearth.
relations and friends I may have many,
father, mother sisters and my granny,
they all did their best for me when at school,
but they all had conditions and their rules,
my satchel is one that stayed to the end,
through my worries and fears like a true friend!
my school bag has special place in my heart,
though retired,we will never be apart!
Written 7/11/2021