Poems About School by Top Critiquers
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Poems about school by top critiquers. Poems written by members who have given lots of feedback to other poets this month.
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
83 reads
2 Comments
Ahavati
Tams
Tams
Poem Published
4th Dec 2018 11:59pm
4th Dec 2018 11:59pm
If I Could Leave One Legacy ( after Emily Dickinson )
If I could leave one legacy
for future generations -
I would alter each destiny
with available education;
That decisions stem from facts
viably based in reason
verses illiterate frustration
in politics and religion
If I could leave one legacy
for future generations
I would introduce the poetry
of every Holy compilation
That thorough wisdom be gained
from an ancient form of art
verses inaccurate translations ...
for future generations -
I would alter each destiny
with available education;
That decisions stem from facts
viably based in reason
verses illiterate frustration
in politics and religion
If I could leave one legacy
for future generations
I would introduce the poetry
of every Holy compilation
That thorough wisdom be gained
from an ancient form of art
verses inaccurate translations ...
#children
#school
#evolution
#philosophical
#EmilyDickinson
1143 reads
18 Comments
MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
20th Aug 2022 1:11am
20th Aug 2022 1:11am
Who to believe?
At psychology's door lay the psyche
With all its components in a squabble
Trying to mesh the flat with the spikey
Like a mason with nightmarish cobble.
A priori psychosis or maybe a poet,
That old commodore of the metaphor,
Knowledge needed a shaman to show it
With a sack of rune bones for keeping score.
But now we revere the great PhD.,
And all of the essays they have written
As progress must be made academically
With ideation that's expertly shitten...
Like plenty from cornucopia's horn
Or a chute blowing out G.M.O. corn!
With all its components in a squabble
Trying to mesh the flat with the spikey
Like a mason with nightmarish cobble.
A priori psychosis or maybe a poet,
That old commodore of the metaphor,
Knowledge needed a shaman to show it
With a sack of rune bones for keeping score.
But now we revere the great PhD.,
And all of the essays they have written
As progress must be made academically
With ideation that's expertly shitten...
Like plenty from cornucopia's horn
Or a chute blowing out G.M.O. corn!
#school
281 reads
5 Comments
PAR
Poem Published
4th Feb 2024 11:14am
4th Feb 2024 11:14am
Too many
I have had plenty of many moms,
some witches, which is not that bad,
many hags, who had made me sad.
So many moms so little differences...
Some such bad opinions to share,
some much good ideas to spare.
I can recognize them with a glare.
I can sort them by a simple affair.
I spot all of them here and there.
Waiting at my classroom door...
Trying to read my thoughts.
Aiming to reach me in a hunt.
Moms should never get close
to their children teachers, ever!
Our planets are too far away...
some witches, which is not that bad,
many hags, who had made me sad.
So many moms so little differences...
Some such bad opinions to share,
some much good ideas to spare.
I can recognize them with a glare.
I can sort them by a simple affair.
I spot all of them here and there.
Waiting at my classroom door...
Trying to read my thoughts.
Aiming to reach me in a hunt.
Moms should never get close
to their children teachers, ever!
Our planets are too far away...
#mother
#children
#science
#school
#astronomy
163 reads
2 Comments
I_IS_ME
Poem Published
23rd Oct 2022 4:29pm
23rd Oct 2022 4:29pm
I'm Newton, B*tch
#lust
#erotic
#school #dirty
#school #dirty
326 reads
4 Comments
wallyroo92
Poem Published
12th Sep 2023 5:05am
12th Sep 2023 5:05am
Education
The minute I chose to continue my education
A lot of things began to change for me
I experienced a different kind of aspiration
Which instantly grew a new curiosity
It stated a thirst for knowledge and understanding
Through books and conversations with friends
For it was one of the ways to help my advancing
In the area of self improvement to make amends
Education also served as a constant reminder
That things are always changing and evolving
Keeping up with the hustle of the daily grinder
And It also helped me be better...
A lot of things began to change for me
I experienced a different kind of aspiration
Which instantly grew a new curiosity
It stated a thirst for knowledge and understanding
Through books and conversations with friends
For it was one of the ways to help my advancing
In the area of self improvement to make amends
Education also served as a constant reminder
That things are always changing and evolving
Keeping up with the hustle of the daily grinder
And It also helped me be better...
#school
#LifeChangingMoment
213 reads
4 Comments
MySmile
Besma
Besma
Poem Published
23rd Jan 2025 10:10am
23rd Jan 2025 10:10am
The Teaching Task
Lockdown over, I had to head to school
my pupils waiting to learn the golden rule
I got ready and put on that mask
following the health protocols is a must
How would I each word articulate?
and those whole lessons explicate!
***
Principals in their towers have their say
and teachers, Skills For Life, have to convey
So eager to see my pupils and join the classroom
no time to spend with colleagues in the teachers room
Just virtual wishes.. Love and hugs
and the joy of all the social media tags.
***
I...
my pupils waiting to learn the golden rule
I got ready and put on that mask
following the health protocols is a must
How would I each word articulate?
and those whole lessons explicate!
***
Principals in their towers have their say
and teachers, Skills For Life, have to convey
So eager to see my pupils and join the classroom
no time to spend with colleagues in the teachers room
Just virtual wishes.. Love and hugs
and the joy of all the social media tags.
***
I...
#gratitude
#hope
#pandemic
#school
#strength
67 reads
4 Comments
dartford
Paul S...
Paul S...
Poem Published
14th Feb 2024 00:52am
14th Feb 2024 00:52am
fear of being in trouble at school ran pretty deep
under the bedclothes I’d play with my imaginary friends and, fearing tomorrow, and hoping this night never ends, I’d fall asleep
#school
#PopCulture
146 reads
2 Comments
Pinkdreams
Poem Published
30th Jan 2025 1:38am
30th Jan 2025 1:38am
F Your Xenophobic Gulf Name
Gulf of MEXICO
No crazy man's renaming
in my 5th grade room
No crazy man's renaming
in my 5th grade room
#politics
#school
#culture #senryu
#culture #senryu
119 reads
10 Comments
SweetKittyCat5
Poem Published
12th Dec 2022 2:21am
12th Dec 2022 2:21am
I Pledge Of Allegiance
This world is progressing very fast and somehow, I will have to say in the wrong direction, what was once looked upon as moral decenary has been tainted with the new order of comprised political views, or religion depravation. We tend to live our lives by why we type one keystroke at a time or allowing our brain cells to be debased of intellectual stimulation.
The youth, who are the gems of our future are caught in culprit of this New World order ideology. Accepting the corrupt views of what was known from the beginning of time, man and woman, marriage, rearing your children...
The youth, who are the gems of our future are caught in culprit of this New World order ideology. Accepting the corrupt views of what was known from the beginning of time, man and woman, marriage, rearing your children...
#school
#TruthOfLife
#honesty #philosophical
#honesty #philosophical
731 reads
3 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
30th Oct 2023 11:46pm
30th Oct 2023 11:46pm
Curatrix For Budding Chaucerphiles
Curatrix For Budding Chaucerphiles
She dusts books with her burning hair. Her flaming tresses brush the words of the opened pages of ‘Canterbury Tales’ licked by her locks. She kisses due date cards for boys desirous of her lipstick strawberries.
“Ms. Rowena, doesn’t your hair collect dust from brushing those old books?”
“It is my way of worshipping the authors. I think they would be honored.”
“If you say so. But I doubt making your hair into a dust broom crossed their mind as adulation.”
“They would be tickled pink at...
She dusts books with her burning hair. Her flaming tresses brush the words of the opened pages of ‘Canterbury Tales’ licked by her locks. She kisses due date cards for boys desirous of her lipstick strawberries.
“Ms. Rowena, doesn’t your hair collect dust from brushing those old books?”
“It is my way of worshipping the authors. I think they would be honored.”
“If you say so. But I doubt making your hair into a dust broom crossed their mind as adulation.”
“They would be tickled pink at...
#women
#men
#school
#books
#sexy
213 reads
0 Comments
brokentitanium
k.
k.
Poem Published
5th Nov 2019 4:05pm
5th Nov 2019 4:05pm
Writing Gone Wrong
Reflections on gratitude,
and griefs of ghosts past --
Unruly mind pulled from what is required,
focus smashed into shards of hurt
and memories of a death well lived.
Hours perish.
No matter how I try to train the intellect
it drops into a bottomless emotional abyss,
words turning from academia
and serving only sentiment --
I cling to the cliffside, crying
trying
to hoist my
thoughts from the gloom
but they’re so
heavy and I’m
falling and I need to
get out
and I
can’t get out
I...
and griefs of ghosts past --
Unruly mind pulled from what is required,
focus smashed into shards of hurt
and memories of a death well lived.
Hours perish.
No matter how I try to train the intellect
it drops into a bottomless emotional abyss,
words turning from academia
and serving only sentiment --
I cling to the cliffside, crying
trying
to hoist my
thoughts from the gloom
but they’re so
heavy and I’m
falling and I need to
get out
and I
can’t get out
I...
#depression
#school
#frustration
677 reads
9 Comments
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