Poems About School Seeking Honest Critique
#school
Poems about school seeking honest critique. Honest feedback has been requested for these poems.
SeaCat
Poem Published
1st Dec 2024 9:04pm
1st Dec 2024 9:04pm
Mid six week summer break
I wake, early,
to the dawn chorus coda, an oriole calling as a flute,
while I lay on my pillow,
an ivory mountain.
It’s August, middle of the six week schooling break,
and the day’s horizon shimmer beckons with sweet breath.
I follow the stream, where Kingfishers glide,
and dragonflies ply the sparkling water lanes.
to the dawn chorus coda, an oriole calling as a flute,
while I lay on my pillow,
an ivory mountain.
It’s August, middle of the six week schooling break,
and the day’s horizon shimmer beckons with sweet breath.
I follow the stream, where Kingfishers glide,
and dragonflies ply the sparkling water lanes.
#memories
#nostalgia
#school #summer
#school #summer
43 reads
4 Comments
Green_Arrow
Poem Published
22nd Nov 2024 1:43pm
22nd Nov 2024 1:43pm
Before My Mom And Older Sister Come To Visit Me
Get
done with
humping me
and quick! You need
to get your naked
butt dressed and out of here
before my mom and older
sister come to visit me here
at the dorm! And please do not get me
started on how my dad embarrasses me!
done with
humping me
and quick! You need
to get your naked
butt dressed and out of here
before my mom and older
sister come to visit me here
at the dorm! And please do not get me
started on how my dad embarrasses me!
#dialogue
#family
#fiction
#school
#sex
98 reads
4 Comments
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
20th Nov 2024 7:06pm
20th Nov 2024 7:06pm
The Coming
Yelling cursing, noise level terror
Then he hits her
She cries
Things get quiet, then it starts again
Locked in his room, the boy sits on the floor next to his bed
That's the place he goes when they go at it
Mother & Alien, this man/boyfriend
This thing that watches TV or it's i-phone and drinks long cans of malt liquor in the dark
Sometimes the Alien is there when his mother isn't
The Alien doesn't speak
The Alien drinks, beats mother & watches TV
The boy knows that he's lucky the Alien doesn't beat on him
Other Aliens have...
Then he hits her
She cries
Things get quiet, then it starts again
Locked in his room, the boy sits on the floor next to his bed
That's the place he goes when they go at it
Mother & Alien, this man/boyfriend
This thing that watches TV or it's i-phone and drinks long cans of malt liquor in the dark
Sometimes the Alien is there when his mother isn't
The Alien doesn't speak
The Alien drinks, beats mother & watches TV
The boy knows that he's lucky the Alien doesn't beat on him
Other Aliens have...
#abuse
#DomesticViolence
#home
#metaphor
#school
42 reads
2 Comments
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
8th Nov 2024 11:13am
8th Nov 2024 11:13am
One Nervous Teenager
He would go to those dances
He could never get the nerve to ask a girl to dance
Like he would really know what to do when he got out on the floor
He had tried dancing alone in his room and had gotten so embarrassed that he just had to stop
He watched men & woman dancing on TV & movies
They made it look so easy
Women were so mysterious and full of shit
He wouldn't have a clue what to say to one if he ever got the chance
The dances went by and he went to almost all of them
He would find the darkest part of the gym and watch them with his back...
He could never get the nerve to ask a girl to dance
Like he would really know what to do when he got out on the floor
He had tried dancing alone in his room and had gotten so embarrassed that he just had to stop
He watched men & woman dancing on TV & movies
They made it look so easy
Women were so mysterious and full of shit
He wouldn't have a clue what to say to one if he ever got the chance
The dances went by and he went to almost all of them
He would find the darkest part of the gym and watch them with his back...
#dance
#dating
#fiction
#school
#ShortStory
65 reads
6 Comments
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
2nd Nov 2024 7:39pm
2nd Nov 2024 7:39pm
Is the Ranch Dressing As Creamy As Your Cum?
A vulgar case
Of food tampering
Bodily fluid
Into salad dressing
Orgasm in the cafeteria
Semen into salad dressing
Everyone there is disgusted
The sickest thing they've ever heard
Contents could have been digested
Warnings told about this health hazard
Of food tampering
Bodily fluid
Into salad dressing
Orgasm in the cafeteria
Semen into salad dressing
Everyone there is disgusted
The sickest thing they've ever heard
Contents could have been digested
Warnings told about this health hazard
#MentalHealth
#satirical
#school
#TruthOfLife
#dirty
149 reads
9 Comments
AaHarvey
Poem Published
31st Oct 2024 7:10pm
31st Oct 2024 7:10pm
Katrina
We spent a lifetime apart,
But I knew right from the second start,
That you have an important piece of me.
Like a blast from the past,
I smiled and you laughed.
I wasn’t expecting that we’d ever meet.
I smoked your memory away.
Thought I’d gone for the grave,
But then you recognized.
I saw it in your eyes,
No word of a lie,
It could be written on the horoscope page.
Is our future without?
My heart is taken, no doubt,
Yet we...
But I knew right from the second start,
That you have an important piece of me.
Like a blast from the past,
I smiled and you laughed.
I wasn’t expecting that we’d ever meet.
I smoked your memory away.
Thought I’d gone for the grave,
But then you recognized.
I saw it in your eyes,
No word of a lie,
It could be written on the horoscope page.
Is our future without?
My heart is taken, no doubt,
Yet we...
#love
#memories
#school
56 reads
0 Comments
Naajir
Poem Published
28th Oct 2024 9:27am
28th Oct 2024 9:27am
Every Now And Then...
..only a good old fashion
azz whoopin' will suffice as the solution for the
social pollution that has
...infected what was once considered
discourse...
...from the rational to the radical
it seems common sense has decidedly gone
far far left...bereft of any respect
for an opposing opinion...
cool...
...jump up in my personal space
screaming incoherence...
azz whoopin' will suffice as the solution for the
social pollution that has
...infected what was once considered
discourse...
...from the rational to the radical
it seems common sense has decidedly gone
far far left...bereft of any respect
for an opposing opinion...
cool...
...jump up in my personal space
screaming incoherence...
#CallToAction
#LifeStruggles
#school #frustration
#school #frustration
237 reads
2 Comments
Green_Arrow
Poem Published
10th Sep 2024 2:20am
10th Sep 2024 2:20am
They Saw Each Other At Art Class
Sabrina dropped that one robe.
She looked over her shoulder at Richard.
They smiled at each other.
She looked over her shoulder at Richard.
They smiled at each other.
#art
#beauty
#fiction
#romantic
#school
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0 Comments
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
2nd Sep 2024 9:23pm
2nd Sep 2024 9:23pm
Dance night at the school gymnasium
He would go to those dances
He could never get the nerve to ask a girl to dance
Like he would really know what to do when he got out on the floor
He had tried dancing alone in his room and had gotten so embarrassed that he just had to stop
He watched men & woman dancing on TV & movies
They made it look so easy
Women were so mysterious and full of shit
He wouldn't have a clue what to say to one if he ever got the chance
The dances went by and he went to almost all of them
He would find the darkest part of the gym and watch them with his back...
He could never get the nerve to ask a girl to dance
Like he would really know what to do when he got out on the floor
He had tried dancing alone in his room and had gotten so embarrassed that he just had to stop
He watched men & woman dancing on TV & movies
They made it look so easy
Women were so mysterious and full of shit
He wouldn't have a clue what to say to one if he ever got the chance
The dances went by and he went to almost all of them
He would find the darkest part of the gym and watch them with his back...
#courage
#dance
#fear
#school
#teens
66 reads
2 Comments
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
26th Aug 2024 9:30pm
26th Aug 2024 9:30pm
She never listened to anybody
This was around the time I was 8 or 9 years old.
I was in the 3rd grade.
The teacher's aid always told her and the rest of us not to stand up on the swing.
She always did it anyway.
She never listened to anybody.
I heard she had a terrible upbringing.
She was beaten by her mother for being mischievous and defiant.
Her father would come home when he wanted to.
He was a traveling salesman.
Supposedly he had two mistresses, with families in Texas & Virginia.
I hated her guts because she always used to chase me home from school, pull my hair...
I was in the 3rd grade.
The teacher's aid always told her and the rest of us not to stand up on the swing.
She always did it anyway.
She never listened to anybody.
I heard she had a terrible upbringing.
She was beaten by her mother for being mischievous and defiant.
Her father would come home when he wanted to.
He was a traveling salesman.
Supposedly he had two mistresses, with families in Texas & Virginia.
I hated her guts because she always used to chase me home from school, pull my hair...
#acceptance
#childhood
#funny
#nonfiction
#school
119 reads
8 Comments
ExercisingDemons
Poem Published
22nd Aug 2024 8:13pm
22nd Aug 2024 8:13pm
Back to The Back of the Bus
Move me back to the back of the bus
where the cool kids be
no muss no fuss, just booze and weed
and firecrackers
aimed at tires and seats of open jeeps
move me please
too much heat on the front where a rear view sees
and I am doomed to please
by having all my human cease
let me be as scum and sleaze
cough and wheeze
in the back of the back of the back of the bus
rum and heathens
run your thumb above where drunk chum is sleeping
to find gum...
where the cool kids be
no muss no fuss, just booze and weed
and firecrackers
aimed at tires and seats of open jeeps
move me please
too much heat on the front where a rear view sees
and I am doomed to please
by having all my human cease
let me be as scum and sleaze
cough and wheeze
in the back of the back of the back of the bus
rum and heathens
run your thumb above where drunk chum is sleeping
to find gum...
#consumerism
#music
#nostalgia #school
#nostalgia #school
115 reads
0 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
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8 Comments
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