Poems About College Seeking Friendly Advice
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Poems about college seeking friendly advice. Friendly advice and comments have been requested for these poems.
missjem56
Poem Published
16th Dec 2024 2:00pm
16th Dec 2024 2:00pm
Life Is Like A Saveloy!
in my late 30's, i returned to education, having left school at the age of 15, after attending 14 different schools, the first two in Holland. i did my degree joint hons EngLit/History, but i'd been told by head of Sociology, that i would of been perfect for a Youth in the Community degree. but i lived in N. Wales, had no transport, with a limited bus service4 from my village, it was a miracle that i managed to get to uni, never mind a regular career. i did the degree, squeezed out a 3rd, and had no idea what career path to go for. there was a test, a few hours, to determine what career would...
#college
#LifeAsAWriter
#LifeChangingMoment #philosophical
#LifeChangingMoment #philosophical
36 reads
0 Comments
Pinkdreams
Poem Published
18th Nov 2024 5:27am
18th Nov 2024 5:27am
I Was 18 and Stoned, Okay?
What do the stars mean?
Absolute realization of one's aliveness.
The wind is a cool silver stream
She could stand still and live the pinnacle of happiness.
But up ahead, he is the ocean,
Can she, just once, dive off the moon
and jump into him,
his entirety
which surely would welcome her
with ecstasy, not obstacles?
Alive, alive, alive
The silver wind blows
The midnight mountain is a treadmill
They walk without concern
A rustle in the trees
Piqued curiosity meets opportunity
...
Absolute realization of one's aliveness.
The wind is a cool silver stream
She could stand still and live the pinnacle of happiness.
But up ahead, he is the ocean,
Can she, just once, dive off the moon
and jump into him,
his entirety
which surely would welcome her
with ecstasy, not obstacles?
Alive, alive, alive
The silver wind blows
The midnight mountain is a treadmill
They walk without concern
A rustle in the trees
Piqued curiosity meets opportunity
...
#college
#drugs
#mountains
108 reads
6 Comments
moony_
Poem Published
28th Aug 2024 5:25am
28th Aug 2024 5:25am
Don’t Go (I Have To)
I try
To conjure up images
Of me leaving
Nothing stops the inevitable
Except for my imagination
It always pauses on the part
Where we have our first hug
And I cannot seem to say goodbye
To conjure up images
Of me leaving
Nothing stops the inevitable
Except for my imagination
It always pauses on the part
Where we have our first hug
And I cannot seem to say goodbye
#BestFriend
#college
#separation
212 reads
2 Comments
ElleHawk
Elle
Elle
Poem Published
31st Jul 2024 6:00am
31st Jul 2024 6:00am
Tripping Under the Bed
I don’t want to ever wake up
Because it’s warm in here
And it’s cold out there,
But don’t look into my eyes
Or you might get scared
Because the truth of what’s out there
Is hidden here
The cold of the core
And the vibes that we store
Are what reminds us that there’s a room
And more
But here in the good
God answers our prayers
And tears we don’t wipe make us glow even more
And the pain is from smiling with no chains to before
I could stay here forever with sparkling
Warm
You
In our whimsical...
Because it’s warm in here
And it’s cold out there,
But don’t look into my eyes
Or you might get scared
Because the truth of what’s out there
Is hidden here
The cold of the core
And the vibes that we store
Are what reminds us that there’s a room
And more
But here in the good
God answers our prayers
And tears we don’t wipe make us glow even more
And the pain is from smiling with no chains to before
I could stay here forever with sparkling
Warm
You
In our whimsical...
#college
#drugs
#friendship #love
#friendship #love
179 reads
1 Comment
goldenmyst
Poem Published
20th Jul 2024 11:46pm
20th Jul 2024 11:46pm
Angel of My Lyceum Dreams
Angel of My Lyceum Dreams
Caravansary of souls
Where my tender sprout of youth
Lived after the steam of tears
Misted into ghosts in the crystal ball
Of a womanly vision
For my future dream
Of return to the lost carousel
Of the doctorate dreams
I’d left for dead
The corpse of a hope
So long on life support
Whose plug I’d pulled ...
Caravansary of souls
Where my tender sprout of youth
Lived after the steam of tears
Misted into ghosts in the crystal ball
Of a womanly vision
For my future dream
Of return to the lost carousel
Of the doctorate dreams
I’d left for dead
The corpse of a hope
So long on life support
Whose plug I’d pulled ...
#college
#despair
#dreams
#hope
#women
162 reads
0 Comments
moony_
Poem Published
29th Jun 2024 5:53am
29th Jun 2024 5:53am
Tornado Of Codes
All of my emails
Are of colleges
The same exact ones
They send to everybody else
It’s stressing me out—-
stressing me out
stressing me
Out
Me
Stressing
Fuck. Shut up will you?
Are of colleges
The same exact ones
They send to everybody else
It’s stressing me out—-
stressing me out
stressing me
Out
Me
Stressing
Fuck. Shut up will you?
#anxiety
#college
154 reads
5 Comments
moony_
Poem Published
28th May 2024 4:27am
28th May 2024 4:27am
So Much WEIGHT
I’m going to be a senior next year
Going to be an adult
Going to apply to colleges
Going to work harder
Than I have in my entire life
But I feel horrifically sad
What if
I can’t do it?
Going to be an adult
Going to apply to colleges
Going to work harder
Than I have in my entire life
But I feel horrifically sad
What if
I can’t do it?
#college
#fear
149 reads
2 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
12th Mar 2023 9:39pm
12th Mar 2023 9:39pm
blonde iconography
blonde iconography
windblown art
of fifties photographic
blonde iconography
Biblical transfiguration
of pantie revelations
when spring breezes
skirt pleated cotton
in rippled reasoning
for the flirty sunshine
on a maiden sunday
when the clock counts an hour
that leaps like my heart
under her spell
windblown art
of fifties photographic
blonde iconography
Biblical transfiguration
of pantie revelations
when spring breezes
skirt pleated cotton
in rippled reasoning
for the flirty sunshine
on a maiden sunday
when the clock counts an hour
that leaps like my heart
under her spell
#women
#erotic
#college #seductive
#college #seductive
245 reads
5 Comments
Tenderloin
Poem Published
5th Mar 2023 3:25pm
5th Mar 2023 3:25pm
Final Grade
#lust
#sexy
#college
399 reads
8 Comments
SweetKittyCat5
Poem Published
28th Feb 2023 3:14pm
28th Feb 2023 3:14pm
Teacher’s Pet Featuring The Charming, Poet Tenderloin
#lover
#sensual
#passion
#college
#seductive
557 reads
13 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
13th Dec 2022 7:55pm
13th Dec 2022 7:55pm
Bubblegum Cowgirl
Bubblegum Cowgirl
She traces the seams of his boot-cut jeans
With the dominion of her ruler
Guiding him into her Sibylline sanctuary
Where bubblegum cowgirl
stars in spaghetti western
As the lasso librarian of route 66
With neon boots bright enough to read by
For the purple of her phosphorescent Stetson
That orbits her like a flying saucer
She zaps his gluteus with her wooden ray gun
Flaming him deep into denim blue ...
She traces the seams of his boot-cut jeans
With the dominion of her ruler
Guiding him into her Sibylline sanctuary
Where bubblegum cowgirl
stars in spaghetti western
As the lasso librarian of route 66
With neon boots bright enough to read by
For the purple of her phosphorescent Stetson
That orbits her like a flying saucer
She zaps his gluteus with her wooden ray gun
Flaming him deep into denim blue ...
#lust
#erotic
#sensual
#crush
#college
327 reads
7 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
31st Oct 2022 7:36pm
31st Oct 2022 7:36pm
Zen and the Art of the Violin
Zen and the Art of the Violin
“I am here to teach you the art of the Violin. Like a Zen master, I will use a stick to help you along. But my application of the slat will be soft as a love pat on your bottom to coax you on when you are in the throes of passion with the violin. Never ever will the wood be used to punish you. When you stroke the strings like a lover I will rub your posterior with the stick in a sensual massage to bring about the friction of wood upon your skin. The slow circles of my wood on your supple seat will deepen the emotions of your practice until you are...
“I am here to teach you the art of the Violin. Like a Zen master, I will use a stick to help you along. But my application of the slat will be soft as a love pat on your bottom to coax you on when you are in the throes of passion with the violin. Never ever will the wood be used to punish you. When you stroke the strings like a lover I will rub your posterior with the stick in a sensual massage to bring about the friction of wood upon your skin. The slow circles of my wood on your supple seat will deepen the emotions of your practice until you are...
#erotic
#BDSM
#music
#sensual
#college
307 reads
2 Comments
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