Secondary Poems | Examples

Welcome To Secondary School

The teachers’ voices were loud and shrill,
but there was just one message,
“everyone sit still!”,
though it was hard on the parquet floor,
in polyester trousers,
bought the week before,
the first year head took to the stage,
like his long black cloak,
he was from another age,
our welcome to school it wasn’t the best,
being told we were failures,
in eleven plus tests,
brought up on praise for autumn verses,
I was shocked to hear,
we’d never be silk purses,
talents and abilities didn’t get a mention,
from the stretched and burnt out staff,
longing for their pension,
all around the system was failing,
I looked out of the window,
to life beyond the railings.

Secondary Colors

Don’t separate me from your emotions, 
there is beauty in secondary colors; 
Layers of split second sunsets, 
complicated things should stay in disarray;

There is beauty in secondary colors; 
No need for you to tell me I already know; 
Complicated things should stay in disarray;
Why can’t love just be about love? 

No need for you to tell me I already know, 
layers of split second sunsets; 
Why can’t love just be about love?
Don’t separate me from your emotions.

Secondary Use

huge Christmas gifts
conspicuous consumption~
boxes house homeless


11/20/2021

Secondary Position

A fat older man from New Delhi
Had much trouble seeing his willie
He tried to lose enough weight
Alas, it was not his fate
So he posed for Buddha on telly.

written July 15, 2021

Secondary Numbing Number Two

I gave my all to thee
then fell to my knees
feeling robbed.

I was given Risperdal
that released me of rage
against my foolish ways
floating on cloud nine
that held my self-centered ways at bay.

I had to have thee
loving little old me
as if tulips held the power and smell of love.

I was not alone; and
clamored to your kindness
yes, the number of times you arrived
dressing me anew
driving me to banquets
my heart was in it for all the wrong reasons:
the loss of my eldest brother
the loss of my eldest sister
the shedding of addiction skin.

I gave my all to thee, and
I feared you left me dangling.
I threw lemon merengue pie in your face, and
learned a lot about love, and spiritual maturity.
It's true you drove from New York to big sky country
seeing for yourself I was fully wedded.

*

Secondary Numbing Number One

Had I delved deep into The Word
I would have heard, 
It wasn't from beyond the cloud
My first winnings were as large as the devil's lure
I wrote the slips; swiped my Visa sure as true grit
Now I know for sure, God was not in it.

I've been playing numbers that
Played against the enemy that was me
Winnings coming out of no where held me in suspense
I was washed in sea of nonsense.

Then came the blues
It knocked me to my knees
It drenched me to tears
It caused my heart to fear, until
I felt the power and  warmth of answered prayers.

Now, I am free!
I feel it in my being
I feel it in my bones and marrow
I feel it inside sinews of my soul,
Yes, I am free!!

My riches flowed from beyond the clouds
When I was a child, my grandmother fed us from her winnings
My winnings surpassed the look of blank slips, because
I am free as a bird facing new victory
Free, free, free!

*

Part Two of Secondary Numbing Number One

Freedom flew in like a whistle blower
I saw freedom in numbers by the score

I am vigilant twenty four seven
Forgive as much as you're forgiven

Good stewards don't play the numbers game
Time paused and watched me play and lost again

I saw numbers everywhere I looked
Everything electronics had me hooked

I saw numbers high and low as I drove
Aged winnings had me paying for a stove

I fell and climbed high from the number's game
The devil's trick is to drive us insane

Numbers dared to scream from soft silent clouds
One day my prayer was heard. Problem was solved.

*

When Money Is a Secondary Consideration

When money is a secondary consideration,
There is joy throughout the nation,
With many looking forward without trepidation.

When money is a secondary consideration,
There will be less people suffering from constipation,
With better products for any situation.

When money is a secondary consideration,
There will be increased job satisfaction,
With fewer unable to function.

When money becomes a secondary consideration,
There will be fewer cases involving heart palpitation, 
With balancing the books a less formal occasion.

When money becomes a secondary situation,
There will be less waste generation,
With less temptation.

When money becomes a secondary consideration,
There will be more co-operation,
With a higher rate of production.

When money becomes a secondary consideration,
There will be less degradation,
With a lot more consideration.

Secondary Day 6

Day 6 

Omniscient  Editorial 
The knock on the door made everyone's  head turn  .

Youngster
" Mama"

Youngster Mama
" Bruce , you forgot your lunch sweetie "

Youngster 
He frowns a little as he looks her up and down not recognizing his mother.

Narrator 
Youngster questions his mother's appealing  look , stops in his tracks and takes a step backwards.  On his 4th step back , he turns to Inquisitive teacher  

Weather
The Sun is out it seems 
Teacher hears a lightening 
Youngster hears birds chirping
Youngsters Mama hears echos

Youngster
" That's not my Mama,  look at her eyes  and she's not singing "

Teacher Inquisitive 
Confusion overwhelmed  the look  out of Youngster,  she grabbed her hands out ,
" what?"

Youngster Mama
" Now you know the rule's , dont you run from me, look's like we got another participant"

Second Narrator 
The lights in the classroom start flickering on and off , the kids start screaming.
Youngsters Mama starts running madly

TO BE CONTINUED.....

Secondary Day4

Day#4
Inquisitive Teacher
"What do you mean he comes into your room at night , and touches you ?''

Weather Announcement
Hale the size of gum ball's start to drop as if a meteor of shower's were to greet our entity. The humidity felt overwhelming, exhaustion rushed all

Editorial Omniscient Editorial
Teacher turn's around to see her class group together with big innocent eye's.
She take's a step closer pulling her knotted hair back into place.

Youngster
''When Mama fall's asleep he come's into my room to play a game , he call's it a nice touching game."

Inquisitive Teacher
"What kind of game ?" furrowing her brow's anxiously she inclined. Just then the town alarm start's sounding. Alarming everyone  to duck for cover.

Youngster
"Mama's sick and we can't hurt her , I wanna , I need to go home to Mama!" He start's wailing with his hand's in the all crazy , rocking back and forth.


AS A WRITER , I DO APOLOGIZE ON MY BEHALF FOR MY FIRST WEEKLY THRILLER , AS MORE THEN SINCERELY IT'S UN PROFESSIONAL TO NOT CHALLENGE MYSELF AND POST DAILY AS I'M SUPPOSE TO ... I WILL BE MORE DEDICATED TO MY READER'S ..... APRIL LADAWN BELIN International Writer/ Poet

Secondary Day 2

Day 2 Weekly Thriller

Narrator
 All through the night, this Inquisitive teacher thought up of new a project for this troubled youngster in her class.

The weather from yesterdays storm kept the generator repeatedly trying to generate as the lights kept going out

Inquisitive Teacher
''Good morning class, now let's have a seat!''
''Today we are  doing finger painting with all sort's of different color's , you can draw whatever you would like.''

Narrator 
 The class jump up and cheer . She's looking at youngster but no emotions showed. Did he lack such emotions or ? Yesterday his eyes were transfixed yet coherent . He approached her as he tugs on her skirt. She bends down as she looks him in the eye . A scratch below his eye she notice.
He as well notices her looking in awareness so he turns away and runs screaming causing a commotion towards the class room.His scream kinda made her jump. Now shes really alarmed.

A bird slammed into the already cracked window as the generator gave out 

Inquisitive Teacher
" You get back here youngster!''

Narrator 
He starts thinking its a game of tag .He starts screaming , "No, stay away"

to be continued tomorrow

Secondary School Poetry Jumble

She may walk among 
untrodden ways.
But beware,
your trips and slips,
face first slides into reality
Not always your own doing
Is ever present 
Always lurking.

Tight rope walking over well 
worn paths.
Danger lurks in the familiar. 
He who made the lamb made 
thee.
The falcon trusts the falconer
And so returns with retracted 
claws. 
Like we must return the 
innocence
We stole from whom
but could not use. 

Some do it with a lethal sword
The familiar prefer a kiss
All to exact a balance of power
Be careful for what you wish.

Secondary Attention

You're nothing but wisps of a memory
It's beyond me to picture your face
It's futile to try and remember
When you never left me a trace

But we all have something inside us
It's called a secondary attention
Dark chambers of dreams long forgotten 
It matures in hallucination

A collection of moments we misplaced
Occasions consigned to oblivion 
Minutes and dates we distreasured
And sins we wish were forgiven

For within these brief recollections
Your face reappears clear as day
Til reality strikes like a python
And your features fade back to grey

Secondary Effects

Silence amplifies, increasing the void in my life.
Iambic pain, is the rhythm of my broken heart. 
Day after day, I remember your infectious smile.
Eventually, I’ll forget the pain of losing you.

Eagerness still dwells in my soul, though I’m
Feeling impatient of living this miserable way.
Facing the world without your love,
Experiencing the pain of lovers past,
Cradled to the only memories of happiness,
Thinking of the times we shared, I’m plagued with the
Side effects of loving you.

Secondary Attraction

Royalty
Wisdom
Ripe Fruit
Mopar Paint
Intense Passion

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