School Days Poems - Poems about School Days

Wet plates of brainy salad stalling amongst stale French Verbs The severed heads of Queens rot alongside the Thames Sullen rain for the beavered stuttering in its grief The pretence of concentration gapples with flames fury amongst dusty books...

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I learn lots of pleasant songs at my school, Songs about blind mice, or stars like jewels, And animals making sounds, here and there. On Macdonald Farm, sounds are everywhere! Sometimes, we sing of luckless Jack and Jill. Jack had a bad fall, strolling up Bloom Hill. Then there's a magic dragon, known as 'Puff', And ring a ring of roses,...

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At 60 you hope for another school reunion of your compatriots' After all this was your first corporate flagship (Blazers and satchels) Grandparents now, some retired What is more reticent is some of our teachers have died but their legend lives on such full characters magnificent in their valour deserving respect Yet Facebook the great replacer of friends reunited cannot illicit enough responses for a reunion or reaching...

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School is full of fun, But they say the fun has just begun, But there are some people, Who make the ambiance blue, Yeah, I dedicate this to you, The unwanted commenter who always beeps in through. School is full of fun, But they say the fun has just begun, Because there are friends that are true, Who always have your back in the...

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Recall language class? All “onomatopoeia” - Blah, scritch, creak, tick, ring!...

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counting every line waiting for the moment to read thankfully bell rings...

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The best time when you enjoy Most of being alive, Is somewhat gonna be over With the end of your school life. From playschool to primary From primary to high school It's a place where you get And leave behind your childhood. A mysterious fun in attending Those days, we never know Until it strikes our head as memories When everything will go....

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I just opened my history book cause i thought to have a look. How to face such a boring day have a mood to go and play. loosing my patience and now can't wait just counting the time to open school gate. Lectures are boring and so the boring time i just want a funful rhyme. Peeping out of the window looking at the ground it took away my...

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Asked to write a poem about Ancient Greece and Rome The witty student said he would but he really didn't know 'em Not one to be outdone the wily prof shot back ~ Plus a five-page paper analyzing your wisecrack...

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School day memories, Were Maths and literacy, Did compound interest, you see, Before decimal currency, Had no calculators, Used our brains, good for later!...

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Seen a lot of shun, detest none gave him support throughout childhood in school days. Discarded with snort by many, stating can't do; for him 'twas mental wound. Never told, why he can't do, What's lacked, he never found; Not informed what was defect and what to do to correct. He was not like his class mates. Does worth gets judged by money power? His dad couldn’t...

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At school I must have been naive, for I was told I must achieve. Add up, subtract even divide, equations, algebra must be tried, Nouns, verbs I had to learn, adjectives were my concern. In French we should pronounce our ‘R’s’ By making gargling sounds that purrs! In geography I learnt of places, of different people with different faces. In science the Bunsen Burner reigned, ‘twas...

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IN SCHOOL...            We learned everything:                 reading,                writing, speaking              witty words,              the ten Commandments...              we receive diploma             We utilize paper,             pencil, notebook             book ... snack ...             We do tests             and we do the proof             from the neighbor ...           At school, eligible students           They learn math well ...          The inepts learn              how to comb           At school we love at heart,           the master or mistress ...           Front students always attentive ...

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where did they go - days rusty with recall segments of memory here and there vacant at times youth was on my side - wanting knowledge like siblings - wanting to grow up explore independence - to read so wanted to ride the yellow bus pot holes filled with snowdrifts and mud puddles - such a long ride to...

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Going to School My school days was not a happy one, although history and writing was interesting I wrote that my father had a herd of camels in Morocco, but math eluded me. Something like, a baker who has two eggs and flour how many cakes does he make? Who the hell is am I supposed to know. ...

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