School Verse Poems | Examples
These School Verse poems are examples of Verse poems about School. These are the best examples of Verse School poems written by international poets.
As with all things it began small,
As a whisper, a glint, a glimmer
A distant chickadee giving voice
To a sun that rose ever silently
And a morn that seemed ever,
And ever more promising of wonder
Fleeting westward the veil’d stars
And rolling thunder
Dappling tears
That shed their gladness
The growing light abate the fears
Wrought, the wet groaning night.
And it seemed a slow standing ovation
A clatter of chirps, cars and school children
Beginning their ritual’d day
A smattering of clouds forming and deforming
As the orchestra began to play
And my window became a ringing call
Beckoning me to my door,
To turn the knob that had secured me before
Symbolizing a threshold—of a freedom
That lay beyond—
And more.
SAVOUR THIS, MY CHILD
Nothing reflects reality
Like God’s supreme beauty.
Look into the mirror, child,
And see His greatest reward:
Savour it in thanksgiving, for a while:-
No matter how many times you do,
You’ll always see God’s precious beauty
Looking back at you: this will always be true:-
Know that your beauty has its fragility, needing
To be anchored and solidified before it can be
Sanctified utility: codifying its glorifying liberty:-
I think the language of dating tends to be intentionally overeducated, because modern romance often requires forensic attention to fragments: eye movements, direct response or response delay and strategic silence.
The term ‘boyfriend’ is a deliberate allocation of trust.
Though we kiss for control with charming nonchalance,
it’s gritty and everyday, not decorative companionship.
He’s seen my worst screenshots
On another note..
I love staying up late at morning
I have vampire tendencies
that’s my frequency
Should I start to turn in earlier
or wait for school to begin
I’m that kind of worrier
that’s the way my world spins
.
.
A song for this:
Deny by La Sécurité
There is a school of thought
That says
Marmalade is only for breakfast bread
My mother also had that view.
However,as for myself
I will spread it,unsparing,
Morning ,noon and night.
you lived next door
years later
in the airport of my connecting flight
you said
"I'd always been piss and vinegar"
once, in kindergarten,
we walked to school together
we had something for show and tell
you wore your pain on the outside
you were always friendly to me
I wore my pain on the inside,
both of us, black sheep
I never acknowledged you
and we never connected
as adults, we both continued to suffer
but never connected
piss and vinegar - maybe
but, to me
you were sugar and spice
sunshine
on a long cloudy day
2/Memory
Truth, a 5 letter word
should have more emphasis
than the 4 letter words
now having gained favor
in our language – children
use them freely, example
set by parents. F this and
F that...F n good grade son,
daughter. Don’t be late
for F n school. Listen to
what the F n priest says,
He knows F n Best. God
only has 3...fearing soon
another acceptable 4th --
I know, F this preachy write,
just more of the F n worthless
Same! I can see the next
new bible translation: Paul
accidentally spilled
the sacrament wine, and
Christ was F n irate....
The Gift of Love
Growing up, love was such a foreign language to me
I have never seen it present ever in the house
My parents have never loved each other, I believe
They only got married because of the accident of me
They were legally obligated to take care of me
And they weren't exactly joyful about doing that job
My parents have never given me anything in my life besides a curse:
The ability to never know what love is or how it feels
School was an estranged experience for me with this irritating curse
I made some friends, thankfully, but still, it lacked what I needed
I care for them as much as I do my family
Which will always be none, I suppose
But I have learned to be ok with this as the years passed
Who needs to know how it feels anyway?
SCHOOL
kindles
awareness
processing raw quartz
as gems of pride and joy
shine with the dreams of morrow
“an atelier that sculpts future”
Poetry Wheel Challenge:
Theme: Coming of Age
Emotion: Wonder
Color: Black
Season: Spring
Form: Free Verse
Object: Currency
Verb: Break
Created using the PoetrySoup Poetry Wheel.
A penny for my thoughts
would not have bought very much
when I was coming of age... years ago.
I looked at the world with wide-eyed wonder,
not able to see further into the future
than enjoying high school life with friends.
But every bubble bursts, and dreams break hearts
when the innocence of our youth Spring
suddenly turns black and seems to ruin everything.
hunting the Rue Saint-Honoré
leaves me no breath
when women brawl for fashion
with warrants of gold
we become lions
every eye looks
taking hunter's aim
in piteous chase
the hares we hunt
are the new, the hot, the exclusive
not the lower marked
cry havoc
for animals heave fewer groans
only wars, revolt and poisons
attend more frightful chaos
one could come to hurt
but fault no villains
that is not our hunting language
we are confederates in chase
seeking the swaggers of success
.
.
A song for this:
Baby You're a Superstar by Mark Roberts, Paul Fletcher, Patrick Sturrock, Emily Taylor & Dan Whitfield
SCHOOL
learners'
sweet abode
from peers and teachers
life skills kids do imbibe
to traverse around the world
"pupils' transformative haven"
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1st place
So many years ago, in the nineties
Yes, in a commercial school
You taught me
Oh, beautiful teacher, heavenly lady
I loved you, from the beginning,
And now I still love you
Time. Hmm. Fate. Distance
Separate us, but I can not forget you
Beautiful woman, you are in my heart
Always, at every time, I just think about you
Do you remember me? I was sixteen
And you a very young beautiful teacher
I can't delete you. My heart is my commander. I love you
Please, remember me, my soul was clean
Still waiting for you
SCHOOL
the desks,
chalked blackboard
Beside a friend
Pretend to listen
Lulling teacher's sharp gaze
As we whisper together
"A place where minds and boredom meet"
SCHOOL
the desks
a chalked board
sitting with a friend
pretending to listen
to lull teacher's attention
"A place where minds and numbness meet"