Poems About Learning Published by Members Recently Online
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Poems about learning published by members recently online.
SweetKittyCat5
Poem Published
29th Dec 2018 3:09am
29th Dec 2018 3:09am
BITCH
Female Dog, really
Why toss this word in the air, it’s so darn silly
No, your eyes did not deceive you, by such an audacious written move on my part
Allow me to put my spin on this groove from the start
Just listen to such an unjust degrading name
How we throw this word around brings knees down in shame
A word so lame
Straight out the hood game
No harsher tone of a word between you and me
As you can see
I’ve been called, oh yes, from the best
There’s never a challenge I’ve backed down...
Why toss this word in the air, it’s so darn silly
No, your eyes did not deceive you, by such an audacious written move on my part
Allow me to put my spin on this groove from the start
Just listen to such an unjust degrading name
How we throw this word around brings knees down in shame
A word so lame
Straight out the hood game
No harsher tone of a word between you and me
As you can see
I’ve been called, oh yes, from the best
There’s never a challenge I’ve backed down...
#learning
#happiness
#strength #hope
#strength #hope
935 reads
4 Comments
SweetKittyCat5
Poem Published
29th Dec 2018 3:09am
29th Dec 2018 3:09am
BITCH
Female Dog, really
Why toss this word in the air, it’s so darn silly
No, your eyes did not deceive you, by such an audacious written move on my part
Allow me to put my spin on this groove from the start
Just listen to such an unjust degrading name
How we throw this word around brings knees down in shame
A word so lame
Straight out the hood game
No harsher tone of a word between you and me
As you can see
I’ve been called, oh yes, from the best
There’s never a challenge I’ve backed down...
Why toss this word in the air, it’s so darn silly
No, your eyes did not deceive you, by such an audacious written move on my part
Allow me to put my spin on this groove from the start
Just listen to such an unjust degrading name
How we throw this word around brings knees down in shame
A word so lame
Straight out the hood game
No harsher tone of a word between you and me
As you can see
I’ve been called, oh yes, from the best
There’s never a challenge I’ve backed down...
#learning
#happiness
#strength #hope
#strength #hope
935 reads
4 Comments
SweetKittyCat5
Poem Published
29th Dec 2018 3:09am
29th Dec 2018 3:09am
BITCH
Female Dog, really
Why toss this word in the air, it’s so darn silly
No, your eyes did not deceive you, by such an audacious written move on my part
Allow me to put my spin on this groove from the start
Just listen to such an unjust degrading name
How we throw this word around brings knees down in shame
A word so lame
Straight out the hood game
No harsher tone of a word between you and me
As you can see
I’ve been called, oh yes, from the best
There’s never a challenge I’ve backed down...
Why toss this word in the air, it’s so darn silly
No, your eyes did not deceive you, by such an audacious written move on my part
Allow me to put my spin on this groove from the start
Just listen to such an unjust degrading name
How we throw this word around brings knees down in shame
A word so lame
Straight out the hood game
No harsher tone of a word between you and me
As you can see
I’ve been called, oh yes, from the best
There’s never a challenge I’ve backed down...
#learning
#happiness
#strength #hope
#strength #hope
935 reads
4 Comments
SweetKittyCat5
Poem Published
29th Dec 2018 3:09am
29th Dec 2018 3:09am
BITCH
Female Dog, really
Why toss this word in the air, it’s so darn silly
No, your eyes did not deceive you, by such an audacious written move on my part
Allow me to put my spin on this groove from the start
Just listen to such an unjust degrading name
How we throw this word around brings knees down in shame
A word so lame
Straight out the hood game
No harsher tone of a word between you and me
As you can see
I’ve been called, oh yes, from the best
There’s never a challenge I’ve backed down...
Why toss this word in the air, it’s so darn silly
No, your eyes did not deceive you, by such an audacious written move on my part
Allow me to put my spin on this groove from the start
Just listen to such an unjust degrading name
How we throw this word around brings knees down in shame
A word so lame
Straight out the hood game
No harsher tone of a word between you and me
As you can see
I’ve been called, oh yes, from the best
There’s never a challenge I’ve backed down...
#learning
#happiness
#strength #hope
#strength #hope
935 reads
4 Comments
Pinkdreams
Poem Published
17th Aug 2024 4:54pm
17th Aug 2024 4:54pm
Modalities
I've been having a hard time with Rod Jesus
(you have to call him by both names)
He's trouble by the minute.
Taking stuff from other students
Blurting out nonsense
Refusing to stay in his seat
Spilling Skittles all over the floor,
smashing them into the carpet with his heel.
By afternoon,
I sometimes lose it.
He's hyperactive
He's also bored
Two weeks into fifth grade,
he's reading below a first-grade level.
Worksheets
may as well be written in Hindi.
Yesterday,
before beginning...
(you have to call him by both names)
He's trouble by the minute.
Taking stuff from other students
Blurting out nonsense
Refusing to stay in his seat
Spilling Skittles all over the floor,
smashing them into the carpet with his heel.
By afternoon,
I sometimes lose it.
He's hyperactive
He's also bored
Two weeks into fifth grade,
he's reading below a first-grade level.
Worksheets
may as well be written in Hindi.
Yesterday,
before beginning...
#learning
#LifeGoals
#school
172 reads
8 Comments
Pinkdreams
Poem Published
17th Aug 2024 4:54pm
17th Aug 2024 4:54pm
Modalities
I've been having a hard time with Rod Jesus
(you have to call him by both names)
He's trouble by the minute.
Taking stuff from other students
Blurting out nonsense
Refusing to stay in his seat
Spilling Skittles all over the floor,
smashing them into the carpet with his heel.
By afternoon,
I sometimes lose it.
He's hyperactive
He's also bored
Two weeks into fifth grade,
he's reading below a first-grade level.
Worksheets
may as well be written in Hindi.
Yesterday,
before beginning...
(you have to call him by both names)
He's trouble by the minute.
Taking stuff from other students
Blurting out nonsense
Refusing to stay in his seat
Spilling Skittles all over the floor,
smashing them into the carpet with his heel.
By afternoon,
I sometimes lose it.
He's hyperactive
He's also bored
Two weeks into fifth grade,
he's reading below a first-grade level.
Worksheets
may as well be written in Hindi.
Yesterday,
before beginning...
#learning
#LifeGoals
#school
172 reads
8 Comments
Pinkdreams
Poem Published
17th Aug 2024 4:54pm
17th Aug 2024 4:54pm
Modalities
I've been having a hard time with Rod Jesus
(you have to call him by both names)
He's trouble by the minute.
Taking stuff from other students
Blurting out nonsense
Refusing to stay in his seat
Spilling Skittles all over the floor,
smashing them into the carpet with his heel.
By afternoon,
I sometimes lose it.
He's hyperactive
He's also bored
Two weeks into fifth grade,
he's reading below a first-grade level.
Worksheets
may as well be written in Hindi.
Yesterday,
before beginning...
(you have to call him by both names)
He's trouble by the minute.
Taking stuff from other students
Blurting out nonsense
Refusing to stay in his seat
Spilling Skittles all over the floor,
smashing them into the carpet with his heel.
By afternoon,
I sometimes lose it.
He's hyperactive
He's also bored
Two weeks into fifth grade,
he's reading below a first-grade level.
Worksheets
may as well be written in Hindi.
Yesterday,
before beginning...
#learning
#LifeGoals
#school
172 reads
8 Comments
fianaturie8
Fia Naturie
Fia Naturie
Poem Published
8th Dec 2024 9:14pm
8th Dec 2024 9:14pm
The Sky
Have you ever thought of the sky,
looking down at us and asking why?
Why were we made?
What was the purpose of man?
How do we coincide?
Do you think the sky rages from being annoyed at us?
It's like being on an ant farm.
Causing each other harm.
To go this way and that?
I would be mad at this fact.
Maybe the sky is depressed, blowing out puffed clouds.
Tired of watching the magnificence of man.
Yet knowing they do not understand.
What little time they have.
What miraculous things could be had?
If they would just stay...
looking down at us and asking why?
Why were we made?
What was the purpose of man?
How do we coincide?
Do you think the sky rages from being annoyed at us?
It's like being on an ant farm.
Causing each other harm.
To go this way and that?
I would be mad at this fact.
Maybe the sky is depressed, blowing out puffed clouds.
Tired of watching the magnificence of man.
Yet knowing they do not understand.
What little time they have.
What miraculous things could be had?
If they would just stay...
#learning
198 reads
30 Comments
LunaGreyhawk
Poem Published
11th Nov 2024 5:16am
11th Nov 2024 5:16am
Bone Broth
Sometimes you’ve got to die
and somehow go on living;
plant a thriving summer garden
where winter buried your heart.
Fertilize the soil with your sorrows,
composted into lessons learned,
seasons weathered with experiences,
love tended to and abandoned;
how it all withers until it is watered
with compassion and fed perspective.
Knowing that long hours spent
under the light of truth of oneself
were worth the knowing,
and being known in equal measure.
And one day your heart, pruned
will be ripe for love and joy...
and somehow go on living;
plant a thriving summer garden
where winter buried your heart.
Fertilize the soil with your sorrows,
composted into lessons learned,
seasons weathered with experiences,
love tended to and abandoned;
how it all withers until it is watered
with compassion and fed perspective.
Knowing that long hours spent
under the light of truth of oneself
were worth the knowing,
and being known in equal measure.
And one day your heart, pruned
will be ripe for love and joy...
#death
#grief
#learning #LifeCycle
#learning #LifeCycle
107 reads
2 Comments
LunaGreyhawk
Poem Published
11th Nov 2024 5:16am
11th Nov 2024 5:16am
Bone Broth
Sometimes you’ve got to die
and somehow go on living;
plant a thriving summer garden
where winter buried your heart.
Fertilize the soil with your sorrows,
composted into lessons learned,
seasons weathered with experiences,
love tended to and abandoned;
how it all withers until it is watered
with compassion and fed perspective.
Knowing that long hours spent
under the light of truth of oneself
were worth the knowing,
and being known in equal measure.
And one day your heart, pruned
will be ripe for love and joy...
and somehow go on living;
plant a thriving summer garden
where winter buried your heart.
Fertilize the soil with your sorrows,
composted into lessons learned,
seasons weathered with experiences,
love tended to and abandoned;
how it all withers until it is watered
with compassion and fed perspective.
Knowing that long hours spent
under the light of truth of oneself
were worth the knowing,
and being known in equal measure.
And one day your heart, pruned
will be ripe for love and joy...
#death
#grief
#learning #LifeCycle
#learning #LifeCycle
107 reads
2 Comments
LunaGreyhawk
Poem Published
11th Nov 2024 5:16am
11th Nov 2024 5:16am
Bone Broth
Sometimes you’ve got to die
and somehow go on living;
plant a thriving summer garden
where winter buried your heart.
Fertilize the soil with your sorrows,
composted into lessons learned,
seasons weathered with experiences,
love tended to and abandoned;
how it all withers until it is watered
with compassion and fed perspective.
Knowing that long hours spent
under the light of truth of oneself
were worth the knowing,
and being known in equal measure.
And one day your heart, pruned
will be ripe for love and joy...
and somehow go on living;
plant a thriving summer garden
where winter buried your heart.
Fertilize the soil with your sorrows,
composted into lessons learned,
seasons weathered with experiences,
love tended to and abandoned;
how it all withers until it is watered
with compassion and fed perspective.
Knowing that long hours spent
under the light of truth of oneself
were worth the knowing,
and being known in equal measure.
And one day your heart, pruned
will be ripe for love and joy...
#death
#grief
#learning #LifeCycle
#learning #LifeCycle
107 reads
2 Comments
LunaGreyhawk
Poem Published
11th Nov 2024 5:16am
11th Nov 2024 5:16am
Bone Broth
Sometimes you’ve got to die
and somehow go on living;
plant a thriving summer garden
where winter buried your heart.
Fertilize the soil with your sorrows,
composted into lessons learned,
seasons weathered with experiences,
love tended to and abandoned;
how it all withers until it is watered
with compassion and fed perspective.
Knowing that long hours spent
under the light of truth of oneself
were worth the knowing,
and being known in equal measure.
And one day your heart, pruned
will be ripe for love and joy...
and somehow go on living;
plant a thriving summer garden
where winter buried your heart.
Fertilize the soil with your sorrows,
composted into lessons learned,
seasons weathered with experiences,
love tended to and abandoned;
how it all withers until it is watered
with compassion and fed perspective.
Knowing that long hours spent
under the light of truth of oneself
were worth the knowing,
and being known in equal measure.
And one day your heart, pruned
will be ripe for love and joy...
#death
#grief
#learning #LifeCycle
#learning #LifeCycle
107 reads
2 Comments
DU Poetry : Poems About Learning Published by Members Recently Online
