Short Exams Poems

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Studying For Exams

A dreadful day
cooped up inside
a book in hand
snow falling past the window
a great sorrow approaches
that book is not one you want
for exams are on the morrow


Terrible Exams

hey Whats this 
gonna piss
in this exams
gonna mad
Hindi maths 
Mind gonna crack
computer G K 
What a freak hey
laws of snell
what the hell
Geography history
What a mystery
In exams Wanna score
But its very bore
Form: ABC

Exams

It is September 
Knock on door
Exam are warning!!!!!!
Open it 
Or else we will kill you

Life ends with emotion
Exam end with tension 
Wha is life or exam???
Life is exam
Both are on same track or different 

Exam are blood pressure 
Which block your brain
Life is a race or exam

Why exam are born????
Form: ABC

Exams

Sitting surrounded amidst the heap, 

Like a gale or like a storm 
They come every year every month 
All the cheer they sweep aside 
All a sudden Heavy books heavy pile
With dark bags under every eye

Cramming night sleeping daytime 
Drowsiness engulfs from the backside 
Head up focused yet mind outside 
Ticking clock running the time 
3,4,5,6
Mental trauma making way inside.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Finals Anxiety

simply awake
No music lulls
No quiet snoozes
No counting naps
No stretching tires
My clock taunts me
No comfort lullabies
No breathing relaxes
Pajamas strangle me
No coolness soothes
No meditation stupors
No visualization sleeps
No position tranquilizes
No supplements sedate
No aromatherapy calms
or finger painting slumbers
I am insomnia’s vigilant sentry.
Where, oh where's the sandman?


Examination

Examination

The clock is ticking...
Sweat on my hands,
Making it difficult to write.

Nerves kick in...
Suddenly the ground starts shaking, l guess the answers won't come l forgot what l studied....

Eyes wander to the next table, what a pity! She too is stuck, l scratch my head hoping to find clues to solving this equation infront of me...
The clock is still ticking....like a time bomb. 

It is now a guessing game, a race against time, home is calling.
The paper gets tougher.

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