Schoolyard Poems - Poems about Schoolyard

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Breathing in Winter at 10 David J Walker The man on or clock radio Said The high will be 32 and the low Will be 10 below There was a chance of a blizzard And maybe a foot of snow As I remember That middle day of A cold December Descending on the grey of a Wednesday morning And the voice from...

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In the recesses of my mind, hashtag in the great playground of words ...

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Today, we don’t campaign for school president. Today, it’s a fist-fight at the far side of the soccer field. Today, there’s a field of it waiting for the victor. Today, the loser won’t be healed. Today, there’s another girl worth attention. Today, we don’t campaign for school president. Today, they’ll walk out with eyes like her shadow. Today, they’re giving a hundred...

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Schoolyard Politics Schoolyard politics' basic training began in grade school, Escalated in middle, and by high school reigned supreme. What should have been a pruning ground for civility and Respect, now clutters "the road less traveled" with rhetoric, Dehumanization, and narcissism. No honour. No exhibition of professed love for, "...God's own image...", (Of which all humans were made,...

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A spindly girl one far-off year With both knees scabbed and flouncing skirt, She kicked the ball and ran to first And I felt glad to watch her sprint Or catch her smile, just hear her laugh, And when she neared, my heart, it raced, My throat went tight and head grew light, My first true clue that life’s pursuit Is winning love...

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Oh ya ,well my mom makes better apple pie Really,well my mom makes brownies With peacans and chocolate icing Thats nothing, my mom sewed me this new sweater from scratch Well my Dad can fix my bike anytime it breaks, My Dad sells bikes and got mine for free A hush, My Dad left when i was 3, no bike for...

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At lunchtime all the boys would gather round Tell us another story, they would say And I would wonder, why they wanted me With nothing in my head, nothing today Still I’d start and before I knew it, hey Out the tale would come, so easy you see. Arms clasped on their knees, sitting on the ground Looking at me to start...

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. Brisk wind brushes over grass and sets the playground swing into motion ............................................................... for Brian's "A Couple...

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Lined up like third-graders on the fence of a deserted ballfield after a week of Indian summer – cast-off sweaters, mittens, coats. From a treetop, birds recite the morning lesson....

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Sittin in this desk Already done with my test I didn't take it up front because I refuse to be teacher's pet And yet I keep glancing at the clock that says eleven-thirty Man time is dirty I really feel teachers don't teach Like a preacher may preach Or the way a lifeguard may patrol a beach In class I feel smart but...

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