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POEM STARTER

You are leaving for school for the first time. Write a poem describing how you feel about the adventure ahead.

You could write this from the perspective of any age student, preparing for the next type of school they will attend.

Writings

Dual-Enrolled

I don’t belong here.

These four words,

Echoing through my mind.

You shouldn’t be here.

I’m panicking, my heart racing

Like it’s trying to escape,

To leave while there’s still time.

The people I pass

All seem so big,

Staring at me

Like I’m an imposter.

I’m too small, too young,

Too lost, too dumb.

I don’t fit in

Among all these adults.

A little girl like me,

Not yet sixteen,

Going to col...

ā€œNever Be Afaid To Try And Aim Highā€

They must have been up all night I suspected

And the were way more tears than expected

predominantly from my dear father

With what composure he could muster

He hurried my mother to take a photo

Then through the sobs recited our motto ā€œNever be afraid to try and aim highā€

More like never be afraid to cry!

Fatherly effections aside, I was ready

Despite the new feeling in my belly

An unlimite...

Praeteritum Tempus

This one was one I wrote just before my high school graduation. It’s more about leaving my school and friends than beginning a new adventure, but hope it still works.


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Finality’s sharp blade severs the divide,

Close thou the curtain, cast the time aside,

The time we hoped for comes, ā€˜tis near at hand,

And now the hourglass, running out of sand,

Brings back good times and mem...

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Mommy always says

That when you smile, you are happy

Mommy always says

That when you scream, you are scared

But Mommy never told me

What it’s called when you feel like screaming and smiling


Mommy gives me a hug

Cries and smiles at the same time

She tells me to have a great day

And forces herself to walk home


Daddy always says

That school taught him everything

Daddy always says

That he won medal...

School, Respectfully Walk Out

School kinda sucks.

More than it used to.

And I’m not sure why,

Because I don’t even dislike the classes,

But that doesn’t stop me from dreading each and every one.


School is no fun.

Homework is somehow worse.

I don’t have as much time anymore

To do what I love.

And right now,

I really need the things that I love,

The things that make me happy.


It was never like this before.

The things here I us...

I Can’t Tolerate School Any Longer

It’s barely been a week,

And I just don’t feel like I can tolerate it anymore,

Shadow said it best,

I have the ā€œseeds for my ideal lifeā€ in my hands,

But school’s getting in the way of planting them.


And I’m not suggesting I drop out,

And things aren’t particularly horrible,

But I would just be so much happier at home,

Reading or drawing or writing or crying.

I’m so sick of hiding.


It’s so much ...

All I Need

Can you think through something with me?

That maybe,

I will never wake up tomorrow,

Never fall asleep tonight.


Pain and bindings await me on the other side,

When the sun crests the skyline.

The loss of my freedom, of my time.


I don’t need the world,

The world doesn’t need me.

So leave me my books and let me be.


And I won’t go to school tomorrow,

And I won’t leave my room.

I just need my books,

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It’s Not Just ā€œSchoolā€

Oh goody.

I have school tomorrow.

A high school class nonetheless.

Look at me, I’m rejoicing.


I’m so happy to hear once again,

Another way my childhood is ending,

So thanks ambiguous relative,

For reminding me just how fast I’m growing up,

How adorable and happy I was when I was young.

This is a real fun party.


I won’t be able to sleep tonight,

But that’s fine.

Then I won’t have to wake up with ...

Draft

Off I go

Into the snow

To and fro

Watch me glow


Headed alone

Leaving home

No anchor or stone

Only me and my bones

TessašŸ¦‹...

Another New School

ā€œHoney it’s time for schoolā€.

I hear my mom say, as my wonder filled eyes flutter open.

For a moment I lay there.

Staring at the ceiling.

As a swell and ache fill my tummy with worry.

ā€œSweetie you’re gonna be late, please hurryā€.

As I register the shouting coming from my mom, I sit on the edge of my bed and contemplate.

Contemplate whether I’m gonna be difficult or easy to send off to school this ...