School Tanka Poems | Examples
These School Tanka poems are examples of Tanka poems about School. These are the best examples of Tanka School poems written by international poets.
how the bright green leaves
fluttered - happy in the breeze
till grim Fall appeared
raked up leaves went to landfill
and students returned to school
these signs of the times
I see everywhere I walk
I can’t understand
why I’m chased off of the block
why segregated we stand
inspired by Norman Rockwell's “The Problem We All Live With (Ruby Bridges)” 1964. symbolizing the struggle for civil rights and school desegregation in the United States
SOWED AND REAPED
The seeds we have sown,
Took some time to germinate
Their ripe, reaping fruits:
Nourishing fruits of God’s grace,
Navigating awareness:-
IN THE SPRINGING OF LIFE
Springing into life,
Let your blossoms bloom brightly;
Awareness glowing:
You, an instrument of peace,
And a reflector of love:-
Wherever you bloom,
May your scent sweeten the air
With divine navigation:-
And may your ripe, juicy fruits,
Quince all thrust for awareness:-
WEATHERING LIFE’S TRIALS
Such tribulations:
Sweat yesterday; snow today!
Life’s weathering trials survived:
Come tomorrow, I’m ready!
IN SNOWING AWARENESS
Snow days are rising,
Joyous fun is declining:
The snow is no joke!
Be in snowing awareness:
Accidents aren’t jokes either!
Enjoy being safe
In the paradox of snow’s
Beautiful danger:-
Navigate these snowing times,
In faithful wisdom’s guidance:-
A KID WISHED FOR SCHOOLDAY
(A TANKA-DUO MESSAGE)
Fun snow day fell today:-
All of the schools had to close down
For home school snow day:-
Happy kids had so much fun:
Their monitors had meltdowns:-
What a good snow day!
Jesus had to walk the waters!:
Monitors, the snow:-
The kids were home, safe and sound:
Monitors’ eyes watching snow:-
When six-seven shows—
on pages or when counting—
school children erupt
'six-seven' its 'six-seven'
feigning, pumping, hands juggling.
It's an inside joke
meaningless but magical
teachers lose the room—
order slipping through their hands
dropping every dangling ball.
Nothing to decode,
no truth, no cause to decry—
just the spark of fun
a chant for troupe belonging
rebellion wrapped in giggles.
DESPAIR NOT
Root not in despair,
be in the reaping of God’s
fruits of healing grace:
Glorified in your progress,
continue plowing onward:-
Growth is not instant,
Becoming is a process;
Ripening takes time.
Instantly, give God the praise
And thanksgiving, for the time:-
Beautiful flowers
in a vase, reflecting love,
light up life with joy:-
Nature, giving life to life,
messaging human nature:-
NATURE’S BIRTHING RAIN
Beautiful spring rain,
quenching the womb of the earth
with birthing waters;
sunshine waters of new life,
reflecting God-sent purpose.
A bird flew over me,
leaving a feather falling,
landing on my head:
Oh, it had to be a dove,
I’ve never felt so peaceful:-
Annunciated,
Germinated, seed of God;
Blooming in heaven:
Scenting the foul air of earth
With his divine peace and love:-
Be as the sun,
And doubt not the Son of God;
Your guiding compass:-
Divine guidance is your gift;
Praise God for each day’s dawning:-
After sleep, you wake,
There’s sunset and sunrise;
You’re guided between:
Always believe in yourself;
Always be in God’s guidance:-
Journey faithfully,
You are destined for success;
God is your compass:
When lost, sign in your compass
And be guided on your way:-