Best School Poems

We real cool. We
Left school. We
Lurk late. We
Strike straight. We
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Elizabeth, it surely is most fit
[Logic and common usage so commanding]
In thy own book that first thy name be writ,
Zeno and other sages notwithstanding;
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School, School, School,
A school is not so cool
We're here 5 days a week
8 hours a day.
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Today we woke up to a revolution of snow,
its white flag waving over everything,
the landscape vanished,
not a single mouse to punctuate the blankness,
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1. Take a shower you don't want to smell.
2. Pick out an outfit that will blend in with the latest trends and won't make you a laughing stock of the school more than you already are

3. Put on some makeup so you can't even recognize yourself and your face tingles with an unbelievable issue. You can't satisfy otherwise you'll have ruined the hours of meticulous painting you apply to your face.
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When the gong sounds ten in the morning and I walk to school by our
lane.
Every day I meet the hawker crying, 'Bangles, crystal
bangles! '
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Still sits the school-house by the road,
A ragged beggar sleeping;
Around it still the sumachs grow,
And blackberry-vines are creeping.
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Calmly we walk through this April's day,
Metropolitan poetry here and there,
In the park sit pauper and rentier,
The screaming children, the motor-car
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TWO boats with nets lying off the sea-beach, quite still,
Ten fishermen waiting- they discover a thick school of mossbonkers-
they drop the join'd seine-ends in the water,
The boats separate and row off, each on its rounding course to the
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I put my heart to school
In the world, where men grow wise,
'Go out,' I said, 'and learn the rule;
Come back when you win a prize.'
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School we need it
school, friends
school you have teachers
school is great
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If you were only one inch tall, you'd ride a worm to school.
The teardrop of a crying ant would be your swimming pool.
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. A poet! - He hath put his heart to school,
Nor dares to move unpropped upon the staff
Which art hath lodged within his hand- must laugh
By precept only, and shed tears by rule.
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Courage is what makes us
Courage is what divides us
Courage is what drives us
Courage is what stops us
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Oh, Marcia,
I want your long blonde beauty
to be taught in high school,
so kids will learn that God
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School is like a prison
We can't leave,

School is like an island
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A young man of strong body, weakened by hunger, sat on the walker's portion of the street stretching his hand toward all who passed, begging and repeating his hand toward all who passed, begging and repeating the sad song of his defeat in life, while suffering from hunger and from humiliation.

When night came, his lips and tongue were parched, while his hand was still as empty as his stomach.
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Why I am being pushed to school?
For refining self and not looking fool,
To stay away from home and look cool,
Or to learn the system how to pass stool,
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Listen here. I've never played it safe
in spite of what the critics say.
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Lay me down beneaf de willers in de grass,
Whah de branch 'll go a-singin' as it pass.
An' w'en I's a-layin' low,
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AN old man's thought of School;
An old man, gathering youthful memories and blooms, that youth itself
cannot.

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We lie back to back. Curtains
lift and fall,
like the chest of someone sleeping.
Wind moves the leaves of the box elder;
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the soldier fights for the hippys rights to protest against that soldier
the soldier fights for the politions rights to send that soldier to war
the soldier fights for buisness mans rights to make money
the soldier fights for the policemans rights to arrest that soldier
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Stay in school, don't be a fool
A dropout gets left out
A dropout gets pushed out
Show me your name, what does it mean
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A BEST FRIEND-Makes a lunch trade with you even if he doesn't love peanut butter and jelly.
A BEST FRIEND-Notices you standing alone by the fence and invites you to play hockey with the rest of the class.
A BEST FRIEND-Chooses you to go camping with him each summer.
A BEST FRIEND-Puts chalk in the teacher's eraser so you're not the only
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Once it was the colour of saying
Soaked my table the uglier side of a hill
With a capsized field where a school sat still
And a black and white patch of girls grew playing;
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Honey from the sky,
sugar under feet,
warm turquoise tea.
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Your bliss is not my bliss
and yet perhaps
if I tell you my bliss
there may be a place
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And this is what we call cyclic

all changes
hands face and smile
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School, it is stressing at times.
Many times I don't even have it on my mind.
School is good, and it is bad, there are times I think that I'm
going to mad.
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School is over. It is too hot
to walk at ease. At ease
in light frocks they walk the streets
to while the time away.
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In every school, to every student
there's a special teacher.
To every teacher, to every student
there's a special bond.
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"What is this world?­thy school, O misery!
"Our only lesson is to learn to suffer."

- YOUNG.
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Neither the motivation should be confined to word nor to book. Many things might have been written in book but so long as it is not put into practice or use, it can’t deliver the result. You might have experienced number of times that actual result can be had only after putting self before everything. The sales men may increase the sales by many folds but that may just not be the reality. It is performed under forced situation. It is doesn’t speak of any motivation, but only a consideration,


Think of commandant in battle field, surrounded by powerful enemy, and he is leading battery of disgruntled and demoralized personnel under his command? His final words or vision only may save them from disastrous situation or near annihilation. His powerful motivation or enthusiasm only may take them to a safety without loss of lives.
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My dream was to be a Jane Austen - or a Virginia Woolfe, whose 'stream of consciousness' touched the world,
or Kadambari - the muse who inspired the Bard in Bengali Literature.

a few fearless women -
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Didn't do anything extraordinary today,
Didn't do anything ordinary extraordinarily well either,
But I still had an extraordinary day today
Just being happy for no reason at all- besides the fact
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I RANTED to the knave and fool,
But outgrew that school,
Would transform the part,
Fit audience found, but cannot rule
My fanatic heart.
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In January everything freezes.
We have two children. Both are she'ses.
This is our January rule:
One girl in bed, and one in school.
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I remember you, standing before me,
Lined up on the steps of the school,
Offering my insatiable young sight
The seductive vision of your harmonic figure;
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By constantly tormenting them
with reminders of the lice in
their children's hair, the
School Physician first
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Abandoned to sadistic streets,
A school room of sullen tears,
A little girl lost beneath
A blanket of rejection and fears
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Did you hear 'bout Ticklish Tom?
He got tickled by his mom.
Wiggled and giggled and fell on the floor,
Laughed and rolled right out the door.
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Others abide our question. Thou art free.
We ask and ask--Thou smilest and art still,
Out-topping knowledge. For the loftiest hill,
Who to the stars uncrowns his majesty,
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First day we stepped into a school was great-
In uniform with school-bag, looking cute!
We could not walk or run and had a slate;
We learnt to read and write and be not mute.
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I only said, "When in the evening the round full moon gets
entangled among the beaches of that Dadam tree, couldn't somebody
catch it?"
But dada laughed at me and said, "Baby, you are the silliest
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In law an infant, and in years a boy,
In mind a slave to every vicious joy;
From every sense of shame and virtue wean'd;
In lies an adept, in deceit a fiend;
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I can’t go to school because I am sick
If I walk out my house I’ll get hit by a brick

I can’t go to school because I’m afraid
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Mary had some bubble gum, bubble gum, bubble gum
Mary had some bubble gum
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When I was young my teachers were the old.
I gave up fire for form till I was cold.
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I spent yesterday weeping.
I have not cried very often in my life.
I did yesterday...
Watching our terrified children run from a school building that had been splattered with blood and fear and bodies- -
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Watching the children walking along the road to and fro their schools
My heart leaps high wishing to join their merry-making, cheerful funs
Realising I am not made of flesh and blood my poor heart retreats in dismay
Here on the veranda of this textile shop I have been in deep penance for long
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There's George Fisher, Charles Fleming, and Reginald Shore,
Three rosy-cheeked school-boys, the highest not more
Than the height of a counsellor's bag;
To the top of GREAT HOW did it please them to climb:
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Why do we go to school?
We have to learn
We have to strive harder
We have to go to school
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The Last Winter Storm

Every year, at the scheduled arrival of March,
Mother Nature became seasonally enraged,
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The Milk-and-Water School
Alas! she would not hear my prayer!
Yet it were rash to tear my hair;
Disfigured, I should be less fair.
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"Ah! don't you remember, 'tis almost December,
And soon will the holidays come;
Oh, 'twill be so funny, I've plenty of money,
I'll buy me a sword and a drum. "
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' all things bright and beautiful
all creatures great and small
all things wise and wonderful
the lord god made them all
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School is an institution for educating children,
It brings integrity and feeling of brethren.
It refers to both building and pupils,
Pupils sickle lesson as farmers yield through sickles.
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Friendship is there where ever you go
Friendship is there when you over dose
Friendship loves and Friendship cares
Friendship is life with a little dares
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One wants a teller in a time like this

One's not a man, one's not a woman grown
To bear enormous business all alone.

One cannot walk this winding street with pride
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There is a candle in the heart of man, waiting to be kindled.
In separation from the Friend, there is a cut waiting to be
stitched.
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The schoolboys still their morning ramble take
To neighboring village school with playing speed,
Loitering with passtime's leisure till they quake,
Oft looking up the wild-geese droves to heed,
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Aberfan

On the morning of 21st October 1966,116 children and
28 adults died in a sea of slurry engulfing a school after
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How do you know when youve found a true friend?

I'll tell you how
A good friend will bail you out of prison
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Thank You Mom-for holding me in your loving arms every time I cried.
Thank You Mom-for changing my diaper and singing me to sleep.
Thank You Mom-for holding my hand as you walked me onto the bus my first day of school.
Thank You Mom-for trudging through the snow each winter to watch me perform in the school play.
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Did you see them pass to-day, Billy, Kate and Robin,
All astride upon the back of old grey Dobbin?
Jigging, jogging off to school, down the dusty track -
What must Dobbin think of it - three upon his back?
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Swift swallows sailing from the Spanish main,
O rain-birds racing merrily away
From hill-tops parched with heat and sultry plain
Of wilting plants and fainting flowers, say--
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uneasy murder of crows
rising together against the sky
black wings shimmering in the heat
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(After Rilke)


Spring has returned! Everything has returned!
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We are little children,
That go to Sabbath school,
To hear of our Redeemer,
Likewise the golden rule.
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Oh! Goddess of Knoledge and Wisdom!

Blessed I am to provide knowledge to those
Who seek the same from me and chose!
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Even in a palace, life may be led well!
So spake the imperial sage, purest of men,
Marcus Aurelius. But the stifling den
Of common life, where, crowded up pell-mell,
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It don't sound so terrible—quite—as it did—
I run it over—"Dead", Brain, "Dead."
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Harsh is my fortune, but harsher still is the fate
dealt me by my count: he flees from me,
I follow him; others long for me,
I cannot look at another man's face.
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When I was young in school in Switzerland, about the time of the Boer War,
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I never loved a dear Gazelle--
Nor anything that cost me much:
High prices profit those who sell,
But why should I be fond of such?
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The meadow is poisonous but pretty in the autumn
The cows that graze there are slowly poisoned
Meadow-saffron the colour of lilac and of shadows
Under the eyes grows there your eyes are like those flowers
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Thru the jungle of your sleep
I had a passage of my dreams
You had a bookish face
I had a school bag in my hand.
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Clad in long white pants
Folded ‘n Tucked up at ankle
Seated on mate's cycle bar
Arrived he, at our village school
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Why is it that Poetry has never yet been subjected to that process of Dilution which has proved so advantageous to her sister-art Music? The Diluter gives us first a few notes of some well-known Air, then a dozen bars of his own, then a few more notes of the Air, and so on alternately: thus saving the listener, if not from all risk of recognising the melody at all, at least from the too-exciting transports which it might produce in a more concentrated form. The process is termed "setting" by Composers, and any one, that has ever experienced the emotion of being unexpectedly set down in a heap of mortar, will recognise the truthfulness of this happy phrase.

For truly, just as the genuine Epicure lingers lovingly over a
morsel of supreme Venison - whose every fibre seems to murmur "Excelsior!" - yet swallows, ere returning to the toothsome dainty, great mouthfuls of oatmeal-porridge and winkles: and just as the perfect Connoisseur in Claret permits himself but one delicate sip, and then tosses off a pint or more of boarding-school beer: so also -
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A garden is a lovesome thing, God wot!
Rose plot,
Fringed pool,
Ferned grot--
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It was only yesterday, when you were small,
I used to hold you in my arms.
Now you're older and out of school!
Yes, it was only yesterday,
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Spring surprises you with her
Sudden appearance adorned with
Super colours of vibrant nature;
She glides down like a fascinating bird,
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1 his papier-mâché, which you see, my friends,
Saith 'twas the worthiest of editors.
Its mind was made up in 'the seventies',
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School can be fun...school can be boring
school can bring friends...school can bring enemies
school can bring Kiri...school can bring Jake porter
school can bring rules...but u can break them
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They got me into the Sunday-school
In Spoon River
And tried to get me to drop Confucius for Jesus.
I could have been no worse off
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It was funny in my childhood to be missing.
Hardly anyone is there who is never lost
Hardly anyone is there who has never l come back.
Likewise playing such hide and seek game
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The Lyrics of this life are ~

Written on every petal,
Sung by butterfly and beetle.
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over the hill
a river of fog
flooding the valley
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Ever since I set foot in school for my new academic year
It looks like luck has abandoned me
My bus came late to pick me up for school
So guess who is punished, me!
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Cold nights outside the taverns in Wyoming
pickups and big semis lounge idling, letting their
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The schools marched in procession in happiness and pride,
The city bands before them, the soldiers marched beside;
Oh, starched white frocks and sashes and suits that high schools wear,
The boy scout and the boy lout and all the rest were there,
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Together we came along, at least
for recollection of those yesteryears
from the time of our high school year
they say that year was the best
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The wind comes whispering to me of the country green and cool--
Of redwing blackbirds chattering beside a reedy pool;
It brings me soothing fancies of the homestead on the hill,
And I hear the thrush's evening song and the robin's morning trill;
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At the School,

I serve so many-
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NOT 'mid the world's vain objects that enslave
The free-born Soul--that World whose vaunted skill
In selfish interest perverts the will,
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We see difference,
we see hate.
Go to school, discriminate.
Fight the enemy, hide the scars.
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Monday, Monday, Monday!
It marks the beginning of weekdays.
At six thirty in the morning,
the school boy's eyes
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My face I speak not about, my love
for myself I do, I'm more beautiful than
any object, moving, still, never more
beautiful than people, I'm equal
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