Short English Class Poems
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The Sweetest Dad Ever!
When I was just a lass,
my teacher pulled me out of English class
to get a dozen of the pinkest roses in a vase made of brass.
They must have cost him an awful lot of cash,
but my Dad said Happy Valentine’s Day To My Favorite Blonde Lass!
In English class I saw her sitting there,
this gorgeous girl of mystery.
With eyes of green and silky golden hair;
the sparks between us blistery.
This lovely lady that I want to know;
I walk up to her and I say “Hello,”
and all the rest is history…
June 22, 2018
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I forget what form of poetry this is (wrote it for English class a while back.)
Swallow within your own, Panic!
Wriggling in its strong grasp, Suffering!
Subdued beneath its murk, Frantic!
Twitching weakly with hope, Flickering!...
Peacefully captive lost soul, Unspoken…
Recalling events long past, Ebbing…
Neglected feelings pour out, Broken .
© Samir Georges
2007
Form:
I wish they taught more about
Heartbreak in English class;
That I would see your face
In stormclouds, when
Bronze from the sunset scribbles
Our names in the sky.
It is happening every day.
I am no prize
In my Rossington-Collins band teeshirt
And deliberately torn jeans,
Sitting on the end of the street-
The place where horizon brush strokes
Abruptly end.
"Quiet"
Jenna-Nichole Conrad
Wordsmith
Boneyard
Abandoned, Peaceful
Sprawling, Watching, Waiting
Still as the Night
Graveyard
July 31, 2019
**Side note: I was inspired to write a cinquain poem after my son brought one home that he had written in his English class back in 2017. I kept his poem because it was something he created for class and when I found it two years later, I thought it would be fun to try my hand at it.
Watching you, I learned what it meant to really teach,
And I loved your class with all of my heart.
You showed me that all of my goals are within my reach.
In my everyday life, you still play a small part.
I think of you often, and of the things that you taught me.
It’s hard to believe that it’s been almost twenty years.
Whether in English class or the school plays, I could see
There were many students who held you in their hearts so dear.
A haunted wind moans softly through the trees
Its arms aware of new asymmetries,
The sea as if afraid hugs tight the shore
For missing are the victories of war.
With dusk, a fragment moon shines overhead,
No history, both time and men are dead.
High School Senior English Class 1961
Poet’s Notes:
The first poem I ever wrote. Inspired by Nevil Schute’s book ‘On the Beach.’ The original poem misplaced, this version was created on Sept 5, 2014
THE PITCH
why
I ask
did she do that
i console myself
sun got in her eyes
trying to remember
is it mary lou
or carrie
never mind
whichever just gave me the finger
this english class
so big
yet so small
sitting back of
that long shiny black hair
all i said was
could i borrow a piece of paper
then she blew
tossed the wet rag
over her shoulder
that awful night
I asked her out
no reply
just a face
that belongs on rushmore
Dave Austin