Poems about School poems

I’ll nettle you from behindI’ll striddle you from the sideI’ll stalk you in the lightI’ll be there when you dieI’ll watch you when you hideI’ll scrutinize your tideI’ll scan your

I was caught by the principal, 'Hey! What are you doing here? Don't you know this is a center for childrenUsually under five years of ageAnd you are a matured person? 'I replied humbly ' I am sor

I remember in the fifties, I stayed for my school dinnersAt six sided tables, with six chairs to matchI remember on walls, having all the art class winnersWhilst the dinner ladies served our food b

It was expected to belong.A boy who has his sightsaimed high, who aims to makehis parents proud, will show respectabilityand rise above the common folks.It was the driving forcethat made me j

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It now is time.I'll have to tell the world.And never did I evermean to do this.Regardless of, what peers todayrequire, I will come out.The girl I love is no one you would know.She is the

The room is cold-I see the sun shine bright outsideI cannot escape the room's tight hold.The untold rules I must abide My mind wander not through hills of old.Can I not see the square root of 63

Going to a new school somewhere I never went, This couldn't happen to me, this I never even dreamtThoughts line up in my head, The ones that I truly dread How might my new class mates beWould the

Atoms attracted by great gravityTo be compacted into new nucleateAbsorbing energy to smelting rateCombining into the next unityThe elements increase atomic weightNew ones form inside plasmatic s

Starting with when i was a kidwhen i was not so bigeverything was so cool, like soft water in a poolincreasing steps day by day, loosing past way by way....entering into new classes, complicated a

Those school days, when I was a studentRemembering my days with my wonderful teachersTeaching lessons for us was not difficult for themBut learning lessons from them was a tough task of our lifeTh

In old school house yard at Ruby a dark brown shorthorn cowAnd leghorn pullets cackling beneath the cypress boughThis school must hold good memories and memories live somehowHere in their lunch hou