Poems About School Published by Members Recently Online
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Poems about school published by members recently online.
Grunge Love Urban Part 1
I like my paintings to speak
So
I write on them
Micron pen # 3
9 x 12
I’ll show it in parts
Randomly
Past the holidays pre-Valentines Day
Just talking out loud
What do you think ?
Has sort of a garage band feel to me
Old School
Which begs the question
Is old school actually a school
I don’t know
It’s early
So
Here it is
In part ….
So
I write on them
Micron pen # 3
9 x 12
I’ll show it in parts
Randomly
Past the holidays pre-Valentines Day
Just talking out loud
What do you think ?
Has sort of a garage band feel to me
Old School
Which begs the question
Is old school actually a school
I don’t know
It’s early
So
Here it is
In part ….
#love
#school
#city
#art
#philosophical
284 reads
29 Comments
Grunge Love Urban Part 1
I like my paintings to speak
So
I write on them
Micron pen # 3
9 x 12
I’ll show it in parts
Randomly
Past the holidays pre-Valentines Day
Just talking out loud
What do you think ?
Has sort of a garage band feel to me
Old School
Which begs the question
Is old school actually a school
I don’t know
It’s early
So
Here it is
In part ….
So
I write on them
Micron pen # 3
9 x 12
I’ll show it in parts
Randomly
Past the holidays pre-Valentines Day
Just talking out loud
What do you think ?
Has sort of a garage band feel to me
Old School
Which begs the question
Is old school actually a school
I don’t know
It’s early
So
Here it is
In part ….
#love
#school
#city
#art
#philosophical
284 reads
29 Comments
Grunge Love Urban Part 1
I like my paintings to speak
So
I write on them
Micron pen # 3
9 x 12
I’ll show it in parts
Randomly
Past the holidays pre-Valentines Day
Just talking out loud
What do you think ?
Has sort of a garage band feel to me
Old School
Which begs the question
Is old school actually a school
I don’t know
It’s early
So
Here it is
In part ….
So
I write on them
Micron pen # 3
9 x 12
I’ll show it in parts
Randomly
Past the holidays pre-Valentines Day
Just talking out loud
What do you think ?
Has sort of a garage band feel to me
Old School
Which begs the question
Is old school actually a school
I don’t know
It’s early
So
Here it is
In part ….
#love
#school
#city
#art
#philosophical
284 reads
29 Comments
Grunge Love Urban Part 1
I like my paintings to speak
So
I write on them
Micron pen # 3
9 x 12
I’ll show it in parts
Randomly
Past the holidays pre-Valentines Day
Just talking out loud
What do you think ?
Has sort of a garage band feel to me
Old School
Which begs the question
Is old school actually a school
I don’t know
It’s early
So
Here it is
In part ….
So
I write on them
Micron pen # 3
9 x 12
I’ll show it in parts
Randomly
Past the holidays pre-Valentines Day
Just talking out loud
What do you think ?
Has sort of a garage band feel to me
Old School
Which begs the question
Is old school actually a school
I don’t know
It’s early
So
Here it is
In part ….
#love
#school
#city
#art
#philosophical
284 reads
29 Comments
Grunge Love Urban Part 1
I like my paintings to speak
So
I write on them
Micron pen # 3
9 x 12
I’ll show it in parts
Randomly
Past the holidays pre-Valentines Day
Just talking out loud
What do you think ?
Has sort of a garage band feel to me
Old School
Which begs the question
Is old school actually a school
I don’t know
It’s early
So
Here it is
In part ….
So
I write on them
Micron pen # 3
9 x 12
I’ll show it in parts
Randomly
Past the holidays pre-Valentines Day
Just talking out loud
What do you think ?
Has sort of a garage band feel to me
Old School
Which begs the question
Is old school actually a school
I don’t know
It’s early
So
Here it is
In part ….
#love
#school
#city
#art
#philosophical
284 reads
29 Comments
Threading the Needle
Spelling bees challenging
third grade dictionary habits for glee's.
Letting go of all my conspiracy theories.
Listening to the voice of my trees.
Which came from the deep dark
whole sentences meant to be heard.
Sorting out the words. Head. Ache. Is a bird.
Left for dumb and blurred.
The truth is a flooding creek
running below on-fire bridges
Teeth cutting swims across mountainous ridges.
Belt rope dangling responsibility switches.
By the collar of a dead mother's dog
the pronouncer...
third grade dictionary habits for glee's.
Letting go of all my conspiracy theories.
Listening to the voice of my trees.
Which came from the deep dark
whole sentences meant to be heard.
Sorting out the words. Head. Ache. Is a bird.
Left for dumb and blurred.
The truth is a flooding creek
running below on-fire bridges
Teeth cutting swims across mountainous ridges.
Belt rope dangling responsibility switches.
By the collar of a dead mother's dog
the pronouncer...
#learning
#school
#WritingPoetry
65 reads
2 Comments
Threading the Needle
Spelling bees challenging
third grade dictionary habits for glee's.
Letting go of all my conspiracy theories.
Listening to the voice of my trees.
Which came from the deep dark
whole sentences meant to be heard.
Sorting out the words. Head. Ache. Is a bird.
Left for dumb and blurred.
The truth is a flooding creek
running below on-fire bridges
Teeth cutting swims across mountainous ridges.
Belt rope dangling responsibility switches.
By the collar of a dead mother's dog
the pronouncer...
third grade dictionary habits for glee's.
Letting go of all my conspiracy theories.
Listening to the voice of my trees.
Which came from the deep dark
whole sentences meant to be heard.
Sorting out the words. Head. Ache. Is a bird.
Left for dumb and blurred.
The truth is a flooding creek
running below on-fire bridges
Teeth cutting swims across mountainous ridges.
Belt rope dangling responsibility switches.
By the collar of a dead mother's dog
the pronouncer...
#learning
#school
#WritingPoetry
65 reads
2 Comments
Threading the Needle
Spelling bees challenging
third grade dictionary habits for glee's.
Letting go of all my conspiracy theories.
Listening to the voice of my trees.
Which came from the deep dark
whole sentences meant to be heard.
Sorting out the words. Head. Ache. Is a bird.
Left for dumb and blurred.
The truth is a flooding creek
running below on-fire bridges
Teeth cutting swims across mountainous ridges.
Belt rope dangling responsibility switches.
By the collar of a dead mother's dog
the pronouncer...
third grade dictionary habits for glee's.
Letting go of all my conspiracy theories.
Listening to the voice of my trees.
Which came from the deep dark
whole sentences meant to be heard.
Sorting out the words. Head. Ache. Is a bird.
Left for dumb and blurred.
The truth is a flooding creek
running below on-fire bridges
Teeth cutting swims across mountainous ridges.
Belt rope dangling responsibility switches.
By the collar of a dead mother's dog
the pronouncer...
#learning
#school
#WritingPoetry
65 reads
2 Comments
Unsent Letter to the Mother of a Lover
You let me date your daughter in high school. The first time I kissed her, I thought of you and how beautiful you were when I picked her up earlier that evening.
I’d always respected you as a teacher in our high school, knowing your divorce was devastating. We all thought that man did you wrong, but still you kept coming and teaching day after day. My friends said you sometimes stood close to the window of your classroom looking outside and they thought they saw tears.
I have mixed emotions about what happened on that first of many dates with your daughter. As...
I’d always respected you as a teacher in our high school, knowing your divorce was devastating. We all thought that man did you wrong, but still you kept coming and teaching day after day. My friends said you sometimes stood close to the window of your classroom looking outside and they thought they saw tears.
I have mixed emotions about what happened on that first of many dates with your daughter. As...
#love
#teens
#sex #school
#sex #school
306 reads
3 Comments
Unsent Letter to the Mother of a Lover
You let me date your daughter in high school. The first time I kissed her, I thought of you and how beautiful you were when I picked her up earlier that evening.
I’d always respected you as a teacher in our high school, knowing your divorce was devastating. We all thought that man did you wrong, but still you kept coming and teaching day after day. My friends said you sometimes stood close to the window of your classroom looking outside and they thought they saw tears.
I have mixed emotions about what happened on that first of many dates with your daughter. As...
I’d always respected you as a teacher in our high school, knowing your divorce was devastating. We all thought that man did you wrong, but still you kept coming and teaching day after day. My friends said you sometimes stood close to the window of your classroom looking outside and they thought they saw tears.
I have mixed emotions about what happened on that first of many dates with your daughter. As...
#love
#teens
#sex #school
#sex #school
306 reads
3 Comments
Unsent Letter to the Mother of a Lover
You let me date your daughter in high school. The first time I kissed her, I thought of you and how beautiful you were when I picked her up earlier that evening.
I’d always respected you as a teacher in our high school, knowing your divorce was devastating. We all thought that man did you wrong, but still you kept coming and teaching day after day. My friends said you sometimes stood close to the window of your classroom looking outside and they thought they saw tears.
I have mixed emotions about what happened on that first of many dates with your daughter. As...
I’d always respected you as a teacher in our high school, knowing your divorce was devastating. We all thought that man did you wrong, but still you kept coming and teaching day after day. My friends said you sometimes stood close to the window of your classroom looking outside and they thought they saw tears.
I have mixed emotions about what happened on that first of many dates with your daughter. As...
#love
#teens
#sex #school
#sex #school
306 reads
3 Comments
Unsent Letter to the Mother of a Lover
You let me date your daughter in high school. The first time I kissed her, I thought of you and how beautiful you were when I picked her up earlier that evening.
I’d always respected you as a teacher in our high school, knowing your divorce was devastating. We all thought that man did you wrong, but still you kept coming and teaching day after day. My friends said you sometimes stood close to the window of your classroom looking outside and they thought they saw tears.
I have mixed emotions about what happened on that first of many dates with your daughter. As...
I’d always respected you as a teacher in our high school, knowing your divorce was devastating. We all thought that man did you wrong, but still you kept coming and teaching day after day. My friends said you sometimes stood close to the window of your classroom looking outside and they thought they saw tears.
I have mixed emotions about what happened on that first of many dates with your daughter. As...
#love
#teens
#sex #school
#sex #school
306 reads
3 Comments
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