Student Poems | Examples of Student Poetry

I just came from the cafeteria. In a shocking twist, I have to actually meet people, I mean, can you imagine? And we have group projects, my least favorite thing, except perhaps, having a gym class. The cafeteria was so crowded—didn’t I see you there? Everyone there seemed to be wearing vintage Urban Outfitters. I felt left out, but no one...

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Have you ever tried choking? He asked nonchalantly. “No,” she said. *with a wrinkled nose of disapproval* “Want to try it?” *His approach couldn't hide his excitement* “Ok,” she said, absent mindedly running her index finger over his lips. “you can choke me,” she added slowly, “if I can stab you repeatedly with the 7...

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I’m new to ‘self directed study,’ it’s a construction I’ve never known. It’s kind of a faustian bargain that resembles another self-paced activity—treading water. The program’s like an immersive plunge in deep, choppy, informational seas. On the other hand, instead of dark, crowded auditorium classes, we’ve been studying, on sunny mornings, out by the pool, where...

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VI. We are all metric modulations of our former selves—changing time signatures mid-measure, learning to count in odd meters when life refuses to conform to 4/4 expectations finding beauty in 7/8 existence— the off-kilter cadence of becoming. The teenager tattoos pain across her skin in sixteenth-note flurries— razor crescendos marking flesh rimshots echoing in a locked room her body a snare absorbing what no one will hear. But the counselor...

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This poem is featured in Dr. Ivan Edwards' upcoming anthology, Resonance of the Soul: Flowers and Harmonics, published by IEME LLC. The book will be available in e-book, softcover, and hardcover formats upon release. Available on YouTube. Healing - A tribute to those who battle mental health The journey to wholeness: Reflections on mending wounds, overcoming...

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their teenage teacher—they twisted to torture them ten terrible times ...

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Nachman was a revered Sage The greatest of his age One day he came to his stand Armless! What had happened? The next day, no legs either ...

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Ok, there’s no jailbreak. Make room for my innocent alter ego, because there’s nothing to rebel against. There are zero classes in my nascent, year-long, Harvard master’s degree. They call it ‘self directed study’ and like rockets have stages, I’ll have ‘self paced modules.’ Am I suddenly at Oxford University? They’re quite famous for that (no formal classes). Or am I suddenly grown up and...

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I. In the beginning was the Single Stroke Roll— left-right, left-right, the primordial heartbeat of existence itself, each alternation a binary choice between being and non-being, the eternal paradiddle of consciousness striking against the drumhead of reality. Listen: the Buzz Roll of morning traffic— ten thousand souls creating multiple bounces against the stretched skin of commuter silence. Each ghost note a rhythmic prayer unheard each...

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Like Harry Potter, the sorting hat (my mom) has placed me in a bloody, crimson colored school. It’s disorienting, as I go about, the logos are wack. Poor little rich girl no beachside lovers this interminable, scorching summer. I’m swept up by scholastic spirit. Can you hear it? Cause it’s deafening me, on this cool, dry, Boston orientation day. As we finished our morning...

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Just a few days in, college felt new, Chilling in the canteen with my unusual crew. I saw a guy feeding pups with care, And told my friend, “Yaar, ese bhi log hote hai.. it's rare!” He was just another face, A guy with a gentle grace. We laughed it off and moved on from the scene, Not knowing what that moment...

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Can you make a friend— like a craft project? I know, I hear this parental voice, “just be yourself.” All of my classes this semester will be in one building, but I’m a control freak, I wanted to walk my schedule, go class to class, like I will on my first day. I have a locker too—this...

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I’ve moved out (of school), I’m moving in (to school). My joke is that I’m having a ‘moving experience.’ Graduating college (3 days ago) was a dream come true I’m starting a master’s degree in 7 days. You have to admire the efficiency. Do I have your permission to bear my soul? I might have imposter syndrome. I’m a harsh critic—of everything—but mostly...

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Back in school, it seemed time was at a standstill. In hindsight, it seemed like a hell we needed to to go through and survive as best we could so as to earn our freedom. Back then, I wish someone had showed me a jar of marbles ~ one marble for every year of my life. Let's...

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I’m so happy school is ending, School is dreading, and boring. School makes me cry every day, there is so much work. Everyone talks bad about each other than act friendly. A girl once told me I was fat and ugly. That was very rude. School sucks. ...

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