#school poems

[poemsbyallegra]

The Last Recess

At some point, all of us had one last recess. Our teachers were kind enough to point it out that day so we'd take care to remember. Well, I don't remember what I did for those fading golden twenty minutes, but it came and went all too soon, breathless and tinged with importance because they said so. And then we lined up, filed back indoors, put it all away, took out our notebooks, and started working.

[seanmccorry-blog]

Poem Number Two

It Was In The Dark,

In The Cold,

When I Was All Alone

I Found That I Was Stronger, 

Than None Had Ever Known. 

I Found A Strength, 

That Warmed Me To The Bone

An Iron Will

To Guide Me Every Day

And In This Wretched Place, 

This Keeps The Players At Bay

Although I Have Not Left Yet

They’ll Know It When I Do, For

The World Will Shake

With My New-Found Attitude

To Those Who Come Behind Me,

I Pray You Find The Same

And Do Not Fall For The Foolish Ways

Of The Players and Their Game

To Those Who Come Ahead

I Hope You Do Not Play,

But If You Do, Please Move Aside

For I Have Found A Secret Weapon

Here In This Lonesome Place

And You Will Find I Do Not Care

For Keeping Up My Face

[feepoetiguesseef-blog]

War in the yard

The corner is our land

We secured it in year eight

Look!

An enemy approaches

With one ally

On behalf of Summer

 Our leader’s main rival

But whom has she sent?

Marco

With support from Wenda

To attack with claims

Of grassing up queen Summer

 A most heinous crime

To dob someone in

Yet I only focus

On Sergeant Marco

This time in March

We were fiercely fighting

 Baxter acts like

She can’t be arsed

Still

She defends herself

And with every “so what”

We gain some ground

   Yet Marco is savage

Slicing through our ranks

With verbal knives

I decide to focus on Miss Smith

We ignore her together

In return, she ignores us

 But our leader fares much worse

She has multiple wounds

Deep and sore

And we hail Queen Summer

As the one responsible

She sent Marco, as she was too scared

 But what about Wenda?

What does she do?

Nothing

It’s just more threatening

If it’s not just Marco

An occasional comment is still contribution

 Are we winning?

Seen as I gave up five minutes ago

Probably not

Is Baxter winning?

I sure as hell hope so

Otherwise, what will we do?

 Baxter hasn’t resorted to insults yet

So Marco leaves unscathed

Anyway

It’s hard to hurt a selfish hag

With a heart of stone

That’s why she was sent

 No one can make her feel

Therefore, no one can beat her

Good tactics

We may leave with injuries

But we will never give up

Our precious corner

[guyfarmer]

Circumstance | A Poem by Guy Farmer They handed him his New lock and combination. He walked down the long Hallways searching for His designated spot, A lonely number in a Sea of bodies Oblivious to His circumstance.

[countingwhitecrows]

Good Morning, Ma'am!

'Good Morning, Ma'am!' The choir Bright, Hopeful, Wakes The Morning Up from It's slumber Beneath The Earth. Encore. -Ferzine

[whatdoesitneedatitlefor]

I didn’t study for the test and now I’m feeling blue. I copied off your paper and I flunked it just like you.

Bruce Lansky

[fado-fado]

Subh Milis le Séamus Ó Neill

Bhí subh milis ar bháscrann an doras  ach mhúch mé an corraí                     ionaim a d'éirigh                                 mar smaoinigh mé ar an lá                  a bheadh an bháscrann glan agus an lámh beag - ar iarraidh

There was jam on the doorhandle, but I suppressed the anger that rose up inside me, for I thought about the day when the doorhandle would be clean, and the little hand - gone.

(This is one of those school poems you hate when you're studying but when you read it a few year later, you notice how beautiful it really is)