Student Poems | Examples of Student Poetry

This is a problem growing in direct proportion To the papers that we face very soon In everyone’s speech a pronounced distortion And half the class sleepwalking at noon I’m here chiefly to bring to your attention You may soon not understand us Because I for one, others by extension Shall be speaking nothing but Physics because James is moving about too excited Gerald...

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We’re frantically typing to finish our assignments and end our Friday night homework confinement. Chella wants to go to a frat-house soirée I went to a few of those back in the day. No more frat parties, I once emphatically said. I make rules for myself, usually based on emotion but once I calm down, rules are made to be broken, and...

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The home where Chella grew up, in the ghetto of Liberty City Florida, had beige carpets so old that pieces of the tuft and twirl would come out of the backing under-foot. The apartment window shades were white floral plastic rectangles cut from an old shower curtain. She shared a bedroom with two younger siblings and...

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Autumn leaves fall slow a child's questions left hanging in digital silence. My fingers trace letters that will not hold still b becomes d was becomes saw help becomes nothing. The maple outside my bedroom window drops one red leaf, then another, marking time the old way. Mom's phone buzzes: Car arriving in 3 minutes Pizza en route Package delivered. But no alert sounds for the moment understanding slips away from me. No GPS tracks the distance between what I know and what I need to...

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My master’s degree's a senior’s cruise - most of the other students are thirty and even forty-somethings. Good for them, for making the (75K) investment, it’s hard, and they all look very serious. I am too, of course. It’s busy and constant - but it’s business analysis - it's not hard, like chemistry (see retrosynthetic analysis)...

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(a series of micro vignettes) Chella and I are reading our analysis assignments together because that’s how we link and build. We read out loud too, because how else can you judge the flow? When my phone, lying on the table, jiggled. The caller ID read, “Tommy’s girlfriend.” Chella gave me a little look. “I never change anyone’s ID,”...

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I love a long holiday and as a general rule you’ll find me out by a turquoise pool cause it’s hot outside and I’m nobody's fool. Closing my eyes I lazily daydream listening to my favorite music stream umbrella shaded from harsh sunbeams. I’ve put away polemic school assignments for leisure and tastier desultory refinements like buffalo wings, pizza and dirty martinis and the...

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Harvard’s a black hole, info wise. So, let’s see.. what’s going on? What’s in the news? Anything? Anything? Hot take.. Not to be spicy and negative, but sometimes i’m too much myself. Too comfortable, open and vocal. I can be opinionated. Who knows who’s listening? It could be anyone. “That’s not red, it’s carmine,” I blirt. There’s a rise and rush of feelings around the table. FAQs...

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What’s wrong with me? I’ve been asking myself this all week. Anyone who knows me will tell you that I weigh questions coldly and logically. Then it hit to me.. it’s summer, silly and I'm in classes! A typical summer would find me tanned, sunburned, greased and unkempt, like a happy, sandy, beach hobo, my hair would...

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Inspired to share my knowledge, Dedicated to teach with courage, I gave my service with all my heart— In my students' lives, I played an important part. Three decades of guiding the young, These are my riches, the songs I’ve sung. I may be a candle burning low, But the light I gave will always glow. Proud to shape each growing mind, And when...

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Charles and my predawn jog was a sweat-athon and as the sun rose, a heat-dome brightness tattooed crisp shadows in every corner. Any lingering coolness was burned off - evaporated. It was 94°f, 3 hours later, when I walked to campus - why don’t we use parasols anymore? Drag on, radiant afternoon heat, please. That was...

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go to bed •think bemusingly of you loop (cond) { tomorrow } I rise in the morning, jog an 8K •thinking of you, wash up drink some flavored, black coffee watch the morning sun balloon eat toast while reading a set amount write my unique and uninteresting analysis work on half a dozen, odd assignments walk .8 miles to campus •thinking...

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We all have inner and outer lives. They’re messy, hopelessly intertwined, and more than mere mannequins to hang our word-art upon. I’m supported, in my unwritten life, by a structure of moods, both affine and counter-expressive. I’m, in turns, a tightly wound vagabond, an over-busy, fretful, unhappy liar (for what I will not share) and a happy, truthful mess (for what I...

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For Brian Strand's 1390 Poetry Contest 18 June 2025 _________ | | | 0 0 ...

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The day’s hours were worn down and a sudden sunset, that resembled a master’s painted glimpse of Valhalla, was upon us, its majesty of deepest blue, blood red and black. From our tenth-floor skew, the river looked, for all, like a wrinkled sea expecting a storm. Boats moved to tie up before the dark body of windswept clouds arrived trailing a...

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