Long Poems About College
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Long poems about college. 300 words or more, most recently published poems first.
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
125 reads
0 Comments
Dre_k47
AnDre James
AnDre James
Poem Published
18th Apr 2024 9:12pm
18th Apr 2024 9:12pm
The Tragic Tale of a Young Girl's Body
She was young, just a tender age
Filled with innocence and wonder
Her body, firm and full of life's stage
But little did she know, she'd soon be torn asunder
She walked with grace and confidence
Unaware of the danger that lurked
Her beauty, an ever-present presence
But to the predator, she was just a piece of meat to be shirked
She knew not of the evil that lay in wait
As she strolled through the streets
Her mind filled with dreams and fate
But all those hopes would soon meet their defeat
He watched her from a...
Filled with innocence and wonder
Her body, firm and full of life's stage
But little did she know, she'd soon be torn asunder
She walked with grace and confidence
Unaware of the danger that lurked
Her beauty, an ever-present presence
But to the predator, she was just a piece of meat to be shirked
She knew not of the evil that lay in wait
As she strolled through the streets
Her mind filled with dreams and fate
But all those hopes would soon meet their defeat
He watched her from a...
#college
#school
#teens #women
#teens #women
114 reads
Tenderloin
Poem Published
5th Mar 2023 3:25pm
5th Mar 2023 3:25pm
Final Grade
#lust
#sexy
#college
358 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
505 reads
13 Comments
James_A_Knight
Poem Published
10th Dec 2022 8:30pm
10th Dec 2022 8:30pm
THE EXAMINATION DESK
It was the day of nine o’clock G.C.S.E math’s exam. We lined up outside the lunch hall like conscripts awaiting basic training. The black painted mesh of the bike shed was flaking. I picked at it. I felt sick. I snuck into the drama block to smoke a roll up. It made me even sicker. I came back, I took my tie off, and then my jumper.
‘Where’s your tie?’ said Mr. Clumper.
‘I don’t feel well, you don’t need to a tie to pass an exam,’ I said.
‘Rules are rules. Put your tie back on.’
I obeyed. I looked at my friend. He was browsing a revision book. He was...
‘Where’s your tie?’ said Mr. Clumper.
‘I don’t feel well, you don’t need to a tie to pass an exam,’ I said.
‘Rules are rules. Put your tie back on.’
I obeyed. I looked at my friend. He was browsing a revision book. He was...
#teens
#school
#college #fear
#college #fear
313 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
270 reads
2 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
30th Oct 2022 1:40am
30th Oct 2022 1:40am
she sings a duet with her nightingale blues
she sings a duet with her nightingale blues
“You have mastered the violin but as an operatic musician, you need to train your voice. For this lesson, you will be the violin but your vocal cords will be the strings. Fiddles don’t need skirts and neither will you for this exercise in which I will stroke your bare skin with the bow. You have nothing to fear. My arm swings will land the bow softly and with due care for your private zones. Now, slip out of your knickers and bend submissively over the couch.”
Ro slips out of her skirt, and wiggles out of her panties. “Are...
“You have mastered the violin but as an operatic musician, you need to train your voice. For this lesson, you will be the violin but your vocal cords will be the strings. Fiddles don’t need skirts and neither will you for this exercise in which I will stroke your bare skin with the bow. You have nothing to fear. My arm swings will land the bow softly and with due care for your private zones. Now, slip out of your knickers and bend submissively over the couch.”
Ro slips out of her skirt, and wiggles out of her panties. “Are...
#lust
#erotic
#music
#sensual
#college
341 reads
3 Comments
Sandals
Poem Published
19th Oct 2022 3:14pm
19th Oct 2022 3:14pm
Cabbages And Hamhocks
Listen,
There are many types of stock pots and even crock pots, but, use them according to the quantity of food within size there of. This one I'm about to discuss is the Imusa Pot 32qt. Pot. Here's ingredients needed for this ah cool!
Ingredients:
(80) 4LB. Pack of Hamhocks(Pork Hocks)
40 Green Cabbages
1 sharp knife, 1 cutting board(LARGE),
And 50 sticks of butter
-This is no lie for this pot size, and, can be purchased at Ralph's Grocery Store too for $39.99. This is the real seasoning quantity size!
...
There are many types of stock pots and even crock pots, but, use them according to the quantity of food within size there of. This one I'm about to discuss is the Imusa Pot 32qt. Pot. Here's ingredients needed for this ah cool!
Ingredients:
(80) 4LB. Pack of Hamhocks(Pork Hocks)
40 Green Cabbages
1 sharp knife, 1 cutting board(LARGE),
And 50 sticks of butter
-This is no lie for this pot size, and, can be purchased at Ralph's Grocery Store too for $39.99. This is the real seasoning quantity size!
...
#school
#LifeChangingMoment
#learning
#ForbiddenLove
#college
362 reads
0 Comments
PittinixDesigns
Poem Published
30th Aug 2022 7:50pm
30th Aug 2022 7:50pm
I Know
I know that some people will want to hear the things that I have to say, and some will not.
I also know that not everybody will regard my opinions as important information.
I know that you speak in ignorance because you lack wisdom and accurate knowledge.
Moreover, I know that you like to support things that you do not know their origins or roots.
I know that they have been teaching you falsehood since the days of your childhood.
And I know that you prefer fantasy to reality because that is what you mostly know.
They taught you...
I also know that not everybody will regard my opinions as important information.
I know that you speak in ignorance because you lack wisdom and accurate knowledge.
Moreover, I know that you like to support things that you do not know their origins or roots.
I know that they have been teaching you falsehood since the days of your childhood.
And I know that you prefer fantasy to reality because that is what you mostly know.
They taught you...
#ignorance
#hypocrisy
#morality
#wisdom
#college
455 reads
1 Comment
goldenmyst
Poem Published
23rd Aug 2022 5:58am
23rd Aug 2022 5:58am
her heart a portal for cosmic rendezvous
her heart a portal for cosmic rendezvous
Freshly mown bus stop grass where shade meets dreams of her love. A lass stands across the street in her Jackie Kennedy dress. I float in her vision like a lad on a cloud of romance. And with the rationalization that her bus schedule may provide a sooner ride to the coffee shop, I cross into her space.
There I respect her personal space with a patch of green between us. She walks away as though I was an intruder in her zone of peace. I watch her round the corner in a distant departure. Alas, I must have disturbed...
Freshly mown bus stop grass where shade meets dreams of her love. A lass stands across the street in her Jackie Kennedy dress. I float in her vision like a lad on a cloud of romance. And with the rationalization that her bus schedule may provide a sooner ride to the coffee shop, I cross into her space.
There I respect her personal space with a patch of green between us. She walks away as though I was an intruder in her zone of peace. I watch her round the corner in a distant departure. Alas, I must have disturbed...
#women
#dreams
#rebirth
#coffee
#college
365 reads
0 Comments
Casted_Runes
Mr Karswell
Mr Karswell
Poem Published
26th Jun 2022 5:25pm
26th Jun 2022 5:25pm
Literary Criticism
A couple of brief reflections,
one prosaic, one poetic.
(Both pathetic!)
(adapted from a couple of social media comments)
I grew up in a deprived seaside area, a town where all the county councils dumped their human refuse, so to speak, meaning in effect that we had a lot of mercenaries, untreated psychiatric patients, and even sexual offenders wandering around. The sort of place where you’d sit in McDonald’s and the mothers in the next booth would point at a man walking past and say “he’s a paedo”, or “he deals drugs.”
...
one prosaic, one poetic.
(Both pathetic!)
(adapted from a couple of social media comments)
I grew up in a deprived seaside area, a town where all the county councils dumped their human refuse, so to speak, meaning in effect that we had a lot of mercenaries, untreated psychiatric patients, and even sexual offenders wandering around. The sort of place where you’d sit in McDonald’s and the mothers in the next booth would point at a man walking past and say “he’s a paedo”, or “he deals drugs.”
...
#school
#books
#college
442 reads
2 Comments
nightbirdblue
Poem Published
12th Dec 2021 12:12pm
12th Dec 2021 12:12pm
State of Our Union
let’s talk about fear
of hearing excuses
for not trying harder
because all that matters
is that you’re fighting for
yourself and self-respect
you’re better than this
you owe it; to grow up
life isn’t fair
and sometimes
you have to swallow
your selfish pride
after a $2 pay cut
I am still thankful
to have a full time
job with benefits
but damned if I’m not
miffed and expressing it
right in the face
of upper management
damn near making ...
of hearing excuses
for not trying harder
because all that matters
is that you’re fighting for
yourself and self-respect
you’re better than this
you owe it; to grow up
life isn’t fair
and sometimes
you have to swallow
your selfish pride
after a $2 pay cut
I am still thankful
to have a full time
job with benefits
but damned if I’m not
miffed and expressing it
right in the face
of upper management
damn near making ...
#America
#money
#culture
#poverty
#college
565 reads
2 Comments
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