Student Re Poems - Poems about Student Re

I had lunch with Randy, between classes today. It was a perfect day. The sky was an infinite, capri blue, the wind was stirring the environment, clouds were wispy and on high - in the...Read the rest...

Chitter chatter bitter batter I am trying to think Chitter Chatter Can I eat with you? I turn and growl. They leave quickly. Chitter chatter bitter batter Same story as yesterday and the day before Chitter chatter bitter batter Principal who is my boss...Read the rest...

Sunrise was just a red line in the inky void, as Lisa and I reached the harbor decking stairs, but at once, the brazen slash began widening, like a silent, slow motion explosion, thin, smoky...Read the rest...

Everything’s been frantic since the break. What people don’t tell you about college, is that you’re just tired ALL of the time. I’m so tired, yawn ‘scuse me. So if you’re planning to talk to me, bring coffee, make some...Read the rest...

She is confused, a teacher says Why? Because her hair is dyed three colors? She wears goth clothes and her make up is dark Have you spoken to her? I ask The woman gives me a concrete stare I decide...Read the rest...

Peter (my bf) and I were in Paris, about three weeks ago (I was on Spring break, he was on vacation from work). ‘Headstart for Happiness,’ by ‘the Style Council,’ was playing low somewhere. “This is the...Read the rest...

I flew to Chicago last Friday night my great uncle was turning a hundred. The plan was to fly-in Friday, party Saturday, and fly out Sunday. No missed school. The air felt colder in Chicago, the wind really bit, and...Read the rest...

It has been along time to arrive to this shift I am grateful for this amazing gift Even though many had to leave even my mom Back to the state were she came from What harm it only had...Read the rest...

It’s monsoon season here in New Haven, gone, are the banked, fluorescent colors of sunset. This feeling hit me, like a rogue wave. “We have to go out tonight,” I announced, to no one in particular. I think I’d...Read the rest...

Born in New England in the wake of the Civil War, Her folks fled Irish famine and landed on our shore. At age five, she took sick, losing almost all her sight. At eight,...Read the rest...

In a lattice-lit dorm room sits a writer. A discarded chemistry book lies beside her. because ideas are hitting off her, like a collider. Why does writing make her feel alive-er? Cause it helps sort out the feelings inside...Read the rest...

Classes started up again today. Soon, we’ll be gloriously stressed, and clocked-up on whatever. Our hearts will swell to the pre-med symphony - a frantic opus, composed in the key of no sleep. In seminars for...Read the rest...

I babysit the daughter (Ivy) of a doctor at the hospital where I volunteer, accumulating ‘clinical hours’ for my med school applications. According to my mom, the purpose of my current existence is to get...Read the rest...

Dear driver of the bus, drive your bus with care and concern for the children Be not in haste but be prompt, and be mindful of every rule while on the road Dear Bus Monitor, count the...Read the rest...

I got this new hand soap, called “Frosted Coconut Snowball.” It's the dreamiest scent ever. When I’d unpacked (from Spring break) and had everything in place, I dragged Andy and Leong into my bathroom. Wash your hands,”...Read the rest...