Student Poems | Examples of Student Poetry

(a throwback poem from High school) I'm the most popular girl in my homeroom. Of course, that's my own bedroom - cause we're on COVID lockdown, zoom. My bedroom is the math class, which doubles as the gym, it triples as the theater - you should see the shows I'm in. They're only in my mirror, so my cats get free...

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Hearts in Heaven Bangladesh's Cry: A Linking Pin Sonnet The sky held screams—screams torn through burning blue, Blue smoke descended where small footsteps grew. Grew bright young dreams in uniforms so white, White pages turned with innocence and light. Light left the room when iron wings struck ground, Ground broke in silence, swallowing every sound. Sound echoed loud through broken bricks...

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It’s a little complicated - what isn’t? But my plans have changed (again). Under some pressure - but not really - I was able to switch schools. From Johns Hopkins university to the Université Paris Cité. No doubt, the Hopkins acceptance helped. It’s like when you have a boyfriend - how the other boys suddenly find you more attractive? Someone...

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You wish me to write, To create something grand. Something for a purpose that I have yet to understand. Something I don’t care for, Nor something I like. But still I am forced, Against my will to decide. Let me write of love, Let me write of hate, Of anger and pain and times that have changed. Let me write my soul, Put my heart on...

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This morning we jogged early I was back in my flat by six-thirty From my tenth floor view of the Charles River basin, The morning was incandescently flushed by the peach-colored sun. The transparent clouds seemed stylistically stained, artfully workshopped, which offered a softened, Tiffany glass effect wholly worthy of worship. I can’t stop to admire it. I’m jamming things into...

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He sits in the back. Not because he wants to— but because he’s tired of being picked last when he dares to show up at all. You don’t see him. Not really. He’s there, though— in the bathroom stall during lunch, because his gut’s staging a protest. IBS, the silent screamer, writhing beneath his ribs like worms made of fire. They say, “It’s probably just nerves.” As if nerves...

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Teach them how to discern and learn, Don’t leave them helpless to crash and burn. Teaching them just content, they learn it your way. Teach them the process of learning today, You give them a lifetime of learning every day. ...

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Here at our rooftop, collegiate, ‘resort of the mind,’ an early heatwave has struck - we’ve been advised. Like we needed it. It’s 94°f and climbing - we’re not insensitive. We’re aware that the sun is bright and the air is crisp and hot. It was Friday morning, until the sun pointed to noon. Nothing’s going to stop the summer...

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In chambers of the mind, we store each day, Each lesson wrapped in wonder, fear, or joy. What matters most will never fade away. The smell of chalk, the light at morning's ray, First bicycle, first book, beloved toy In chambers of the mind, we store each day. Not facts alone, but how they came to stay: The teacher's smile, the moment...

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When I’m not tapped into a music stream. I like quiet no - let’s be exact, I like silence ear plugs in - deafening quiet or better yet, noise cancelled anti-sound That’s relatively new technology My mom mentioned new studies suggest it may rewire things gray matter wise, you know, behind the eyes like the patterns sound forms in sand. But if you’re going to...

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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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