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Poem Details | by
Annika Johnson |
Categories:
child, childhood, family, humorous, sympathy, teacher, child, school, child, school,
Why does a child have to go to school?
Why do we have to spend so much time working?
This seems simply cruel.
Isn't it just irking?
Some people say school is important for learning
Couldn't a child learn on their own?
It would cause much less yearning,
After all, we can learn from our phones.
I can somewhat see a parents point in sending their child to school.
But why would you choose what we wear?
It just allows us to look like fools,
We may as well come to school bear.
As you can see school is not fair,
So please don’t force us to go if you care.
Poem Details | by
evan bowen |
Categories:
death, school, teenage,
That tragic day the school bells tolled
in April nineteen ninety-nine:
the massacre at Columbine,
the rage of Harris and Klebold.
Some say that Harris was a cold
and grandiose young psychopath,
who wished to show the world his wrath:
the rage of Harris and Klebold.
Some say that guns should not be sold.
Some blame it on deep discontent.
Can we predict? Can we prevent
the rage of Harris and Klebold?
That tragic day the school bells told
the rage of Harris and Klebold.
Poem Details | by
Stefani Nicole Jeppesen |
Categories:
depression, grief, high school, loss, pain,
A light turned dark and gloom
Needing help but was invisible
Buried in the shadows
Dark thoughts consuming
A mission brought upon them
Soon to be completed
Warning signs not to be seen
Being warned but not knowing
Unsuspecting they fell
Into the traps of the dark
Bringing panic upon them
Tried to flee but failing
Terrified but united they stand together
They helped and supported one another
United till the end, but not to forget
Love the broken ones
Poem Details | by
HGarvey Daniel Esquire |
Categories:
death, life, love, high school,
As I take my last breath
The pathway to my death
Is the Arc of a Rainbow
In Darkness, unforeseen
With a Soul, so unclean
As a Raven’s or a Crow
I can feel this new Life
Sounds of bagpipes and fife
An Eternity, to Grow
Inspired by Dr. Ram Mehta’s Contest
“ Balassi Stanza “
Author’s Note : Dr. Ram has Taught me more English
Than my Jr. & Sr. High School Teachers : Combined
Poem Details | by
courtney webb |
Categories:
forgiveness, life, school, sympathy, teen,
you pick on the innocent
pray on the weak
leave the unwanted in your dust
harming all in your path
they go home
bruised and beaten
filled with tears
a lump in their throats
still breathing
still a love in their hearts
yet they have more strength
than you ever will
Poem Details | by
nancy stoy |
Categories:
children, death, december, farewell, murder, school, tribute,
December day
There are no words that we can say,
About the tragedy that happened on that December day.
When an elementary school came under attack
And all those little lives will never come back.
Our hearts cry out and eyes fill with tears,
For the parents who now have to face their worst fears.
Their child is gone taken away
On that tragic December day.
Innocent children from age’s five to ten,
What could they have possibly done to meet such a tragic end.
And to the teachers whose lives were also lost,
You protected the children and paid the ultimate cost.
written by nancy stoy
Poem Details | by
Paula Goldsmith |
Categories:
animal, death, dream, humor, school, teen, youth,
Up early and off to school I must go
Full of pep and not too slow,
That was then when I was young
This is now a new age I have begun,
How I hate them as I climb out of bed
Early mornings are for the dead,
Unreasonable I must seem
Unyieldingly demanding where is my coffee cream,
But I did love them bed and pillow
Seems so long ago I dreamed of an armadillo,
Now they‘re ruthless dreams
I just can’t do them with ice cream,
I’m now past my prime teens.
8-23-2019 "for contest COLLABORATION sponsored by Line Gauthier"
Poem Details | by
Shane Cooper |
Categories:
america, death, heaven, high school, mother,
Where is heaven, what have we done
Why are we abandoned in hell
When can we stop using a gun
Whose children next do we farewell
What demon has set this mad spell
Littleton Columbine high school
Virginia tech was so cruel
Redlake senior high was another
How can heaven be I’m no fool
Please stop the tears of a mother
Poem Details | by
Jacqueline R. Mendoza |
Categories:
angel, beautiful, beauty, black african american, bridal shower, caregiving, celebrity, childhood, christian, cousin, daughter, death of a friend, devotion, education, environment, father daughter, first love, flower, children, for her, kids, how i feel, little sister, me, mom, mother, native american, nostalgia, people, poets, school, spiritual, student, woman, women, work,
They see strengths
Not the limitations
These are people who will make you proud of yourself
They will tell you why you’re special
Trust you to the point you have to answer their expectations
They make you better than you normally are
You can be proud of yourself
They respect you
For what you’ve done
Where you’ve come from
They see what you’ve experienced something real
Respect you for your courage
They live by their rules
They do not expect you to follow theirs
They are at peace to themselves
They are not proving anything to you
They are good listeners
Sincere in their interest in you
You feel important
They are available for honest
Genuine discussion
Makes you want to share yourself
Poem Details | by
Anusha Dharmasena |
Categories:
abuse, grief, hero, high school, how i feel, murder, soldier,
Sun and sand and beach
Life has some lessons for me
Be all you can be!
Sad conversations
May healing come to you soon
And children be safe!
For all you have done
And wherever you may be
May you rest in peace!
Poem Details | by
Gillian Brown |
Categories:
abuse, addiction, age, angst, body, bullying, conflict, courage, death, dedication, depression, desire, discrimination, freedom, high school, life, lonely, pain, time, truth, world,
Broken,beaten,blind and lost
All but a spark of hope left to keep warm
But dig and claw on bruised muscles, on broken limbs
Until the light day fills your sight
Left blinded no more
Dig
Until the soft fresh air blows the spark to a flame and ignites your will
Dig
Until the ground beneath is solid enough to stand
Walk,until the pain is mastered and stumbling ceases.
And you can say:
This will not be my grave.
Poem Details | by
Zamreen Zarook |
Categories:
abuse, addiction, adventure, age, betrayal, body, boyfriend, brother, conflict, confusion, courage, culture, death, forgiveness, fun, high school, how i feel, inspirational, life, loneliness, lonely, loss, lost, murder, mystery, paradise, psychological, racism, rights, stress, teen, teenage, time, voice, wisdom, words, world, write, youth,
Happiness in a Wrong way – Zamreen Zarook
In the notion of seeking happiness,
I thought of stepping in to nonsense,
I dream I could find success,
But I had only little access.
Every attempt that I lend,
It was an utter failure at the end,
My life was full of difficult bend,
But God is always there as a good friend.
My deeds travel in various ways,
Some times in subways,
Or in times it goes in highways,
But I had the belief, God is there always.
North and south families surrounded,
East and west friends are rounded,
Every time fear on death soughed,
I am trapped, and my merits are loaded.
Poem Details | by
Dan Keir |
Categories:
adventure, angst, autumn, business, confusion, dark, dedication, depression, fear, grief, growing up, happiness, happy, hate, health, home, hope, humorous, imagination, inspirational, introspection, journey, life, lonely, loss, lost, love, on work and working, pain, parody, people, relationship, retirement, sad, satire, school, social, stress, success, sympathy, time, work,
P aranoia permeates, etching itself into your fractured face,
A cacophony of constant pressure; life remains a stressful race,
N othing to hope for, no positives like promotion in the workplace,
I nability to love, relationships lift anchor and set sail without chase,
C hildren crushing dreams under mortgages; age grows with disgrace
!!
Poem Details | by
Constance La France |
Categories:
death, jobs, school,
Once I had a good job with the government,
it paid well and was secure,
but it was boring.
Hated it,
so much.
decided,
to go back to school,
and that I would be a nurse.
It took a lot of guts to leave a good job.
I got a student grant and worked nights part-time.
Studied very hard each day,
hard to pay bills,
but made it,
at last.
Now I work in a job that is heartbreaking,
I help the dying old die,
die with dignity.
It is not,
easy.
I gained a job that takes guts to face each day.
____________________
July 6, 2015
Suzette Prime
For the contest, Guts and Gain, sponsor, Olive Eloisa Guillermo
Poem Details | by
aneysa churchwell |
Categories:
dedication, funeral, loss, sad, middle school,
our tears fall
this seems so unreal
it was just the other day
that we heard your laughter
saw your smile
but now we're crying
remembering you
wishing you were here right now
telling you jokes
and laughing out
but now your gone
heaven above
we love you girl
remembering you forever.....
....R.I.P ASHLEY DAVIS....
{ASHLEY AND I WENT TO MIDDLE SCHOOL TOGETHER.....SHE GOT IN A BAD
CRASH BUT...SURVIVED WITHOUT A SCRATCH....THEN WE WENT TO HIGH
SCHOOL TOGETHER...SHE GOT HIT BY A CAR...SHE WAS IN A COMMA FOR A WEEK
OR TWO...BUT DIED....SHE BARELY FINISHED HER FRESHMEN YEAR...MATTER OF
FACT SHE B ARELY STARTED...}
MAY SHE REST IN PEACE.......
Poem Details | by
Dorlan Tiu |
Categories:
career, grave, homework, humorous, school, teacher, youth,
Numbness as I walk in halls
A heavy load in my hand I bear
Tome of the ancient past
Portrays a fog in my mind
Emptiness, void and vanity
As I look at zombies like me
Consumed by an epidemic...
Which left us cold-blooded
At the darkness of dusk
When the sun shines no more
I lie below the tombstone of my grave
Devoured by a sleepy hollow in my coffin
Vitality where are you?
Where are your streams of life?
I' am lost, Where am I?
Oh wait, that's right
I'm in college
Poem Details | by
Dave Collins |
Categories:
age, autumn, death, farewell, fire, high school, loss, nature, october, seasons, teen, weather, wind,
As the dawn expells its authoritive cast; they awake, but are abandoned. They
turn--but their friend the sun ignores and they understand. They commune
their relationship and part with their memories; and sigh.
They say their good-byes in a tone of fullfilment, but aface their anxieties
toward the skies for hope; but are denied. A clouded sky brings a chill in the
air and a rustling of rakes and flames.
Old as hell, written in HS for publication, circa 1971 by me. When I was young in the 60's in Ohio, we burned leaves in our backyard; sometimes our household trash too. You had to be me to be there GV. Count me in as last place. Take care.
Poem Details | by
Miche Ulman |
Categories:
business, child, confusion, courage, dark, depression, education, faith, farewell, father daughter, fear, freedom, goodbye, grief, hate, home, hope, imagination, inspirational, journey, life, lonely, loss, lost, mom, mother, on work and working, pain, people, philosophy, political, religion, sad, school, social, sorrow, time, travel, write,
A serpent underneath blue sky,
in shade of man, in twinkle of an eye,
above brick wall, in the structure, at the floor,
venom of white dove; contaminated food, undrinkable water,
misguided youth, pregnant daughter, unfaithful father and hateful son,
mothers do pray while we walk through Babylon;
on teli and in the press, on top shells,
price none the less, in bedroom and at your door..
dawn of a new day seemed to be dark,
after all.
Poem Details | by
Reason A. Poteet |
Categories:
allusion, betrayal, death, middle school,
recycling
prewrites are permitted
maybe an edit
March 27, 2017
Poem Details | by
Heather Hill |
Categories:
angst, childhood, daughter, depression, faith, inspirational, introspection, life, loss, mystery, nostalgia, parody, people, sad, school, song-sympathy, teen, visionary
I am a poet writing of my pain
I am a person living a life of shame
I am your daughter, hiding my depression
I am your sister, striving to make a great impression
I am your friend acting like I'm fine
I am a dreamer, wishing this life, wasn't mine
I am a girl who struggles with suicide
I am a teenager, pushing her tears aside
Side note: (Writing for other ladies out there, not so much myself, so don't worry about me)
Poem Details | by
mitchell eadie |
Categories:
beautiful, language, poems, poetry, school, sympathy, teacher, teen,
Energy and passion,
excitement breeds attraction;
a brilliant work, a masterpiece
explored in true love fashion.
Traversing plots with disregard
for clear-cut truths,
it must be hard
to take.
Our cartoon minds
can’t comprehend
the words she spins,
the twist; the end.
So calmly,
I walk out the door
and know my thoughts mean
nothing more,
than love.
Poem Details | by
Kevin Moran |
Categories:
angel, cat, child, christian, courage, death, depression, faith, fear, forgiveness, god, grief, hope, inspirational, jesus, life, loss, lost, love, pain, peace, people, prayer, recovery from..., religious, sad, school, sorrow, spiritual, teacher, tribute,
Today, it just doesn't seem fair
That we are still able to breathe.
They have given us their air-
Our duty to lead the life they leave.
Poem Details | by
kaitlyn nelson |
Categories:
cry, death, deep, depression, goodbye, high school, suicide,
She knew it was tonight
She began to write
There was no way
She could escape the days
Her life began to unfold
No stories left to be told
There was no way for it to mend
This was the end
She looked at the starry sky
This is how she would say goodbye
She popped the pills one by one
This was her idea of fun
She was done
Before it had all begun
She had no time left to spend
This was the end
Poem Details | by
M Braimah Saaka |
Categories:
bereavement, best friend, death, eulogy, friendship, high school, memory,
There she stood
Legs akimbo
The sun setting
behind her
The maize crop
in green bloom
pitch darkness
besides her
The gateman's bench
Empty yet
The sentry door
Open still
Esther at the gate
her dark shadow
the grey sand
at her feet
Her white skirt
The white gate
Her white smile
The white lamp
Her low flats on
the brown grass
Velvet black skin
Color of her hair
Oh! Oh! Esther!
Poem Details | by
Eve Roper |
Categories:
children, dream, grief,
heard sounds of children
singing under the golden
colorful rainbow
snap sounds of bullets flying
prayed that they all found cover
terrified to death
approached the open window
there was no one there
shells shattering nightmares haunt
strangling tight around my throat
4/5/2018
We're only 12 weeks into 2018, and there have already been 17 school shootings where someone was hurt or killed. That averages out to 1.4 shootings a week.
https://www.cnn.com/2018/03/02/us/school-shootings-2018-list-trnd/index.html