School Poems
Saturday At The Canal
by Gary Soto
I was hoping to be happy by seventeen.
School was a sharp check mark in the roll book,
An obnoxious tuba playing at noon because our team
Was going to win at night. The teachers were
Too close to dying to understand. The hallways
Stank of poor grades and unwashed hair. Thus,
A friend and I sat watching the water on Saturday,
Neither of us talking much, just warming ourselves
By hurling large rocks at the dusty ground
And feeling awful because San Francisco was a postcard
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Slipped Away
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
Sandra Hall was a college student, like experience gained from learning,
Living in the house of her parents; with love like red, fall leaves returning.
Sandra was in her final year of school, and she had a network of friends,
Like the grape, starry nights of luxury, that pink, velvet moon portends.
Other family didn't live very far, in warm days of color and forget me nots,
Often playing with their frisky feline, against summer's mosaic backdrop.
She and her fellow classmates had thesises, on many different life topics.
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A Red Palm
by Gary Soto
You're in this dream of cotton plants.
You raise a hoe, swing, and the first weeds
Fall with a sigh. You take another step,
Chop, and the sigh comes again,
Until you yourself are breathing that way
With each step, a sigh that will follow you into town.
That's hours later. The sun is a red blister
Coming up in your palm. Your back is strong,
Young, not yet the broken chair
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A Display Of Mackerel
by Mark Doty
They lie in parallel rows,
on ice, head to tail,
each a foot of luminosity
barred with black bands,
which divide the scales'
radiant sections
like seams of lead
in a Tiffany window.
Iridescent, watery
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Presents From My Aunts In Pakistan
by Moniza Alvi
They sent me a salwar kameez
&nb sp; peacock-blue,
& nbsp; and another
glistening like an orange split open,
embossed slippers, gold and black
&nbs p; points curling.
Candy-striped glass bangles
&n bsp; snapped, drew blood.
Like at school, fashions changed
&n bsp; in Pakistan -
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Slipped Away
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
Sandra Hall was a college student, like experience gained from learning,
Living in the house of her parents; with love like red, fall leaves returning.
Sandra was in her final year of school, and she had a network of friends,
Like the grape, starry nights of luxury, that pink, velvet moon portends.
Other family didn't live very far, in warm days of color and forget me nots,
Often playing with their frisky feline, against summer's mosaic backdrop.
She and her fellow classmates had thesises, on many different life topics.
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Hope Yet to Come
by Lio K
hope yet to come
Blocks of pavement down the street,
lead me to that place so bleak;
One foot in front of the other,
This day is the same, just another.
Walk to school in silence,
Clouds gather round and twirl like daisies
I dont need their guidance
Rests on the pavement down the street,
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My Brother, John
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
My brother, John, was older than me; and I had ever looked up to him,
As a golden sun seems always with you, but comes and goes at whim.
My brother, John, taught me to roller skate, and how to fly a green kite.
We rode bikes and red wagons, in mauve, swift days of summer delight.
My brother, John, was very smart. Nonetheless, he was frequently tardy,
Like faint stars, yet visible come dawn, having twinkling, confetti parties!
We had fast friends in the neighborhood, of fluttering ruby leaves, fallen,
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Fruit
by Nkwachukwu Ogbuagu
Less deciduous than the rest of the tropical fruits,
Almond,
Wayward Almond of parched wine of Burgundy,
You were forbidden...
The forbidden fruit of Shell Camp,
How are thy crimson mesocarps?
Traipses to Alvan never were in vain.
Clustering in cloyed versions of yielding
Balls, budding breasts of frayed boughs,
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Symphony of knowledge: ode to the school summary
by Christen Kuikoua
In hallowed halls of learning's sacred light,
Where dreams doth take their winged and lofty flight,
There stands a school, a fortress of delight,
Its beauty found in minds, a radiant sight.
No mere abode of bricks and stones, this place,
But where young minds imbibe knowledge's embrace,
A tapestry, each thread a vibrant grace,
In every classroom, wisdom we do chase.
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