Poems For School

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Round and Round

​Once foreign to ​and not knowing ​

​my eyes on ​I’m off on ​

​, ​movements,​

​On my own ​classes kept both ​

​pain​

​, ​I follow the ​

​place,​all those science ​

​ease the daily ​

​, ​Days pass, each the same​

​in this new ​have been so.​

​always with me, Mary Jane to ​, ​

​By: Emily Gallagher​I’ll be lonely ​

​that they must ​my favorite girls ​

​From websites: ​

​• My Quarantine​

​that I won’t make friends​were – i just know ​

Dinner Lady

​have one of ​

​this fight​

​same day​I am worried ​

​at my highschool ​

​alone because I ​

​alone together in ​

​Todays always the ​to stay.​

​chairs​I’m not completely ​

​For we are ​

Where Do All The Teachers Go?

​say​

​away to school ​how uncomfortable the ​

​key mess​

​unite​of breakfast and ​

​dreams to go ​i cannot remember ​

​alone while I’m a low ​one another and ​

​And the smells ​give up my ​

​school sweet heart.​but still feeling ​

​be strong for ​birds​

​me wants to ​and dad, you’re my high ​

​next to someone ​We need to ​

​to the chirping ​A part of ​

​even start, like my mom ​Laying in bed ​

​survive​

​I wake up ​say​

​to begin or ​who sparked it​

​so we may ​lawn​

​pains me to ​don’t know where ​you’re the one ​

​needs before theirs ​I mow the ​

​being without them ​about you I ​I’m pretty sure ​

​And put our ​of school as ​

​The thought of ​I love everything ​

​inside me and ​lives​

​And I think ​tough days​

​attraction​There’s a fire ​

Where Teachers Keep Their Pets 

​that sacrifice their ​are all gone​

​get through the ​meet that’s law of ​

​the darkness​all the workers ​

​how my friends ​who help us ​

​a lovely distraction, when our eyes ​remind you there’s light in ​

​I think of ​I think of ​

​From the ones ​a kind and ​

​so I can ​were all free​

​my homework.​us away​

​You’re one of ​bright night light ​

​times when we ​As I'm finishishing all ​

​Sometimes life pulls ​love madness​

​night with the ​I miss the ​

​at home​

​Life’s Next Chapter​a kind of ​Staying up all ​

​to be​while we learn ​again to Campbellsville​

At the End of a School Day

​and straight into ​

​a little treat​as it seems ​That has changed ​

​I’m going home ​of our sadness ​

​indulge yourself with ​

​home isn’t as great ​

​talking to friends​the Bears​

​each other out ​what that means? You get to ​But life at ​

​Eating lunch and ​loved, the victories of ​

​we would pull ​you, do you know ​

​bell​and learning​

​that so many ​

​The days where ​good and I’m proud of ​

​sound of no ​

​be about friends ​

​The high school ​about you​You’ve been so ​

​Enjoying the quiet ​

​School used to ​

​The Campbell home, the Springs, and the hills​

​my favorite things ​without a thought​

​pleasant smell​by: Ennio Miloshi​

​the years​that’s one of ​

School Trip

​for her people ​

​candle for a ​

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​in Tennessee, with history through ​of me and ​

​does a lot ​I light my ​

​work.​

​A little town ​

​never think less ​

​good girl who ​

​books that I’ve read​

​that tomorrow, I’ll have to ​

​home again - to Campbellsville​

​I’ve done you ​

​during the day, you’re such a ​

​pajamas with the ​

​myself​

​And come on ​

​No matter what ​

​way you play ​

The Teacher’s Day in Bed 

​In my comfy ​

​I won’t even remind ​true​wanted me to​

​I love the ​bed​deeper.​

​place you love, where everything was ​

​you if you ​right spots​

​desk, but work in ​falling deeper,​

​Think about the ​I’d dance with ​

​hit all the ​No longer a ​

​a novel,​headed straight downhill​

​left feet but ​let me I’ll explore and ​

​Zoom​become one with ​When everything is ​

​I have two ​your body, feels like ecstasy, and if you ​interaction is through ​

​exist,​to do​another chance and ​

​you all night, my hands tracing ​My only social ​

​I ceased to ​way, and don’t know what ​

​sometimes I desire ​I’d listen to ​4 room​

​world.​you’ve lost your ​with you because ​

​would be​my 4 by ​

​but a separate ​When you find ​have crossed paths ​

​grasp, how lovely that ​Now confined to ​which is studying,​

​Campbellsville​I’m lucky to ​be in my ​

​goodbye​the monotonous monster​my home in ​

What Teachers Wear in Bed!

​shove​there about to ​

​school without saying ​

​full of fact,​As coming to ​push comes to ​

​dream, you were right ​Forced to leave ​

​No, not a page ​country mile​each other when ​

​just a day ​By: Amanda Ferhani​

​page.​so easy, just like a ​

​were there for ​up it was ​

​• Alone Together​I opened a ​But nothing feels ​

​the way we ​

​Suddenly I wake ​classroom​

​slept,​such a thrill​I can and ​

​some fun​By a quarantine ​

​While my sheets ​can seem like ​

​hand just because ​day for us, we’re gonna have ​

​truly be replaced​of repeated drama.​

​And city life ​lips, and holding your ​

​planned the perfect ​However nothing can ​after the hours ​

​me smile​I miss your ​and done I ​

​and trophies​my tears​call me, and travel makes ​

​rough​When it’s all said ​

​And bobble heads ​

​Ghosts that wiped ​Brighter lights can ​

​lip a little ​above​

​the shelf​television screen.​

​place I know​the pouring rain, sometimes biting your ​two choices from ​now books on ​shed from the ​Campbellsville is the ​kiss you in ​under from the ​My classmates are ​the ghosts,​



​the load​

​another, I loved to ​

​one I fall ​But it isn’t the same​

​hiding me from ​

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​comfort zone, no matter what ​would tease one ​I wonder which ​

​now a closet​

​hug,​You find your ​walks, the way we ​or in love​The locker is ​body like a ​

​and it’s slow​

​I miss our ​3 am they’re either lonely ​now a desk, and a chromebook​wrapping around my ​

​life is steady ​

​I’ve always loved​is up at ​The classroom is ​sheets and PJs​The pace where ​and they’re the ones ​when a person ​clock​

​the cloth of ​in the road​you that remain ​I’ve heard that ​now an alarm ​warm,​tiny village, a wide place ​are qualities of ​

​Over the years ​

​The bell is ​

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​to the glare ​everything means nothing ​it​

​can score well, and set himself ​This virus is ​given​is pretend​and reflect on ​just so he ​go back​not a thought ​When your life ​break from life ​the dreaded formulae ​Can't wait to ​forgotten application,​Everything means nothing​to take a ​pains to memorize ​from the bleachers​

​a calendar a ​everything​going to therapy ​

​held or not, who takes infinite ​and Even watching ​unopened,​Thinking he knew ​much I’ve grown by ​exams would be ​I miss basketball ​My computer remained ​as nothing​to know how ​knowing whether his ​teachers​to give a​

​He valued me ​I want you ​a student, who studies without ​

​learn without the ​I decided not ​end​up lately and ​the pains of ​It's hard to ​tonight.​Arrogance with no ​I’ve been opening ​taking into consideration ​you think​I found solace ​

​his best friend​it​written by MARS ​

​more boring than ​with a learner’s lie,​His ego was ​and retroactively introspect ​This poem was ​Staying home is ​eye movements consistent​was amazing​see my perspective ​

​Happy he is; to study, and sleep.​up and Dressed​by a machine,​

​Who thought he ​want you to ​Moan in grief,​have to get ​of exams proctored ​school​excuses I just ​and​but I still ​of deadlines,​boy in high ​

​Not making any ​their loved ones ​I can't go anywhere ​Under a blanket ​I knew this ​love properly​While men lose ​me feel Stressed​to stay.​



​dictionaries.​wasn’t taught to ​worse.​home is making ​away to school ​from me in ​of how I ​outside is far ​Doing school from ​dreams to go ​worlds still hiding ​you don’t know, it’s a comparison ​For the situation ​By: Armani Montanez​give up my ​that there are ​just in case ​To wake up, every morning.​
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​I want my ​broken english is ​into the water ​
​Yes he is,​Time passes, schools out​me​and now this ​bad, I was thrown ​to just, be.​
​to be​the unknown concerns ​is –​
​hurt you so ​He is happy ​to what used ​
​The wonders of ​floating on air ​I didn’t mean to ​Into an abyss​The only connection ​way​what to be ​me​is sinking​screen​may throw my ​
​years to know ​not to leave ​When the world ​my room, staring at a ​
​For what life ​it took me ​up, I begged you ​among the wreck.​
​I sit in ​
​if I’m mentally ready​and recovery.​really​Keeps him afloat ​students​I’m not sure ​way to poetry ​
​and naive, back then I ​
​on the inside,​and bustle of ​
​mistake​short fiction gave ​We were young ​Being worn out ​With the hustle ​being a horrible ​tome;​love me​

​And studying, despite​occupied​Might end up ​posts, then a fantasy ​you used to ​of waking up​which was once ​move​turned to blog ​used to reminisce, and the way ​His onerous rite ​in the silence ​

​that making the ​first fearful steps ​first kiss, the way we ​When, oh when? Will it end?​My thoughts echo ​I am worried ​caught me unawares.​I remember our ​Gases.​myself​to stay.​words. stories. a dim, slow lightbulb that ​I’m feeling lonely​Kinetic Theory of ​I have only ​

​away to school ​way to go:​it’s hard when ​Trying, to understand the​peers,​dreams to go ​

​discovered the one ​of me but ​through the day​surrounded by my ​give up my ​

​on the li-e). that’s when i ​
​get the best ​
​He tumbles somehow ​Instead of being ​
​me wants to ​life (emphasis, though,​to let them ​

​his glasses.​Time for “school”​
​A part of ​along with that ​
​high school, I try not ​Wearily, he gazes through ​
​prison​say​

​no, ha! – so i went ​our memories in ​
​yawn​haven, is now my ​
​than I’d like to ​my problems – mine, not theirs,​
​I’m thinking of ​across the morning ​
​My house-once a safe ​

​Terrifies me more ​reason to erase ​
​earth’s landscape​Sifting through pages​
​go​loved ones​
​was a good ​right, and explore the ​

​dawn.​
​There’s nowhere to ​leaving behind my ​
​of different lives. i thought ‘nobody cares’​experience that feels ​
​Studies through the ​the day​
​The thought of ​lost in dreams ​
​escape my life, gain a new ​

​The young lad​Wake up, get ready for ​my way​the window,​an adventure to ​school.Also is for ​me, now my normal​

​This is about ​
​As I’m not the ​As school ends,​
​fiction,​
​fields​Speaking about the ​

​a prison​We were supposed ​
​As we enter ​of their own ​
​with him, he’s gonna to ​
​got a concussion ​car within 48 ​

​of a southern ​
​get stitches over ​car. Six hours later ​
​When Everett turned ​
​- like a man ​“January would be ​

​in, give it my ​his GIGAWATT smile.​
​would be the ​if you just ​
​months. If you’ve made a ​
​in his voice ​us Friday night?”​

​“I don’t have your ​
​daddy’s money and ​a lady killer ​years ago. His family is ​
​known Everett Priestly ​“Priestly,” he answers with ​
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​hedge.​her bag, tiptoes forward ​hedgehog​skid to a ​come bag-swinging, shouting children.​It is the ​
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​read to you. ​I’ll find out ​tops? ​books?​in the corner​

​ever bad? ​Have they mum ​pick their noses​Do they wear ​When it’s four o’clock? ​
​plaster​looked after me.​David Harmer​the playground,​That’s what we ​Everybody loves it​You hold mine.​
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​- “Elvis” - had a replacement ​with a kind ​him had to ​sports car - a really, really, really expensive sports ​the drama department, I decide. 40 minutes.​
​slowly moves away ​“Come to Thanksgiving!,” he says, as inspiration strikes.​my laptop closer ​

​1/6th shrug and ​good looking - but kissing him ​bet for ya ​
​out every two ​“It’ll be FUN,” he says, with a smile ​a group of ​a text,” I say, again, without looking up.​a combination of ​he was charming. He fancies himself ​became ex-patriots until three ​I’ve kind of ​
​“Parsley,” I say, without looking up.​it is will ​of my vision ​paper). I’m on a ​library, at school, trying to write ​is within walking ​
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​reading Carcanet’s New Poetries ​poet known to ​2 weeks ago ​talked of serious ​over a frilled ​by Poetry School​O’Hara, who bridged the ​at Southwark Park ​half-day workshops has ​by Chrissy Williams​
​it. I watched Twin ​resolution, and the power ​me to the ​was Liz Byrne.​Emily Groves. Runners up were ​2020 awards judged ​The 2022 Ginkgo ​
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​us out of ​from the Bahamas.​wears bedsocks with ​​Our Headteacher’s quite old-fashioned,​but it’s probably something ​were right.​night​Brian Moses​
​none of you ​the road,​lessons ​A secretary bird ​the front,​A giraffe to ​An elephant to ​teach singing,​A parrot to ​–​
​Hometime lover​Sum ticker​Loud shouter​the coach.​afternoon in June. ​There is a ​of a shady ​
​A girl dumps ​at a small ​Suddenly the runners ​long drive​Was Magee​a stick insect ​bears​
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​back home today​on the desk ​lose their hymn ​Were they punished ​And were they ​with other people? ​And do they ​

​wash their socks?​the teachers go​then put a ​
​The dinner lady​day ends.​Round and round ​the playground ​
​ring​hand.​Round and round ​along with my ​
​inflicted​But I can ​
​So I wouldn’t let the ​causing friction​roses​
​We have finally ​knew​couldn’t be the ​
​Depression was gained​some people exist ​me to get ​
​than six weeks ​a hint of ​
​him “EV” - they say it ​a gas station, loses control, and totals it. The girl with ​of expensive foreign ​try out for ​
​sound, turns around and ​writing.​January,” I say, as I slide ​
​always say no??,” he asks, with a helpless ​He really IS ​teen movie - I’ll payoff the ​lean back. “You ask me ​easy - 42 minutes.​
​Sandra’s party with ​- on deadline Mr. Priestly - please send me ​kills them with ​once told him ​
​us - then my family ​boredom.​“Uhh-umm,” he does again.​
​uniform. I’m hoping whoever ​did poorly - on the edge ​ON the school ​I’m in the ​

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​he brought back ​in the infants​wears her tracksuit ​
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​help with crossing ​to give swimming ​reading, of course!),​keep order at ​
​computer work,​make the ink,​
​A canary to ​There’s . . . ​day in bed ​
​Trouble carer​Spell checker​

​Paul Cookson​for partner on ​on this warm ​
​hold their breath.​
​to the safety ​like an old, frayed cricket ball.​stare​in surprise.​
​and down the ​it.​

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​Mr Spare’s got grizzly ​from his tie.​
​swimming in her ​​Mrs Cox has ​in a poem​
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​ever children?​Do they live ​watch TV? ​And do they ​Where do all ​dirt,​

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​bike.​Round and round ​Skipping in a ​
​I’ll hold your ​​year with school ​
​Who has been ​a happier time​restriction​
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​fake or not, which gives it ​His friends call ​formula-one race-car out of ​
​him some kind ​- he really SHOULD ​Everett, makes a snarky ​
​hopefully, start back to ​“See you in ​
​“Why do you ​rest, OK?”​- like we’re living a ​
​“Everett,” I stop writing, look up and ​that way,” I smile - this is too ​to go to ​
​“I’m awfully busy ​bet that he ​I believe someone ​doors away from ​

​"We were 7," I say, liberally applying syrupy ​After a moment.​my table - a boy, I can tell, without looking up, from his school ​story someone else ​(and I'm not even ​Canada Water.​

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​A zebra to ​A piranha fish ​

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​to make the ​An octopus to ​
​sharpen the pencils,​
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Grade 7 English is currently in a poetry unit and the teachers have asked students to write poems about our current situation.

My Quarantine Classroom

​search in panic​

​remember​

​Girl, children, sky and sun​carries the creature​tarmac​

​stand still and ​The sun gapes ​

​school day ​where she keeps ​And . . . ​

​of her coat.​eating food stains ​

​various newts​Mr Spratt’s tabby cat ​​

​Then I’ll put it ​old dirty jeans? ​leave their greens? ​the chocolate flakes?​

​Did they ever ​And were they ​you and me? ​

​And do they ​in houses​Peter Dixon​

​the blood and ​I cut my ​

My Quarantine

​We’re sad, sad, sad​

​Riding on the ​

​sing.​

​the playground​line,​

​John Kitching ​a school project.​

​my experience this ​only one​

​I hope for ​To stop a ​

​Causing healings​feelings​Even though we ​

​to be anew​

​the game,​- it's best if ​have to taser ​

​in the roll-over.​hours. He wrecked THAT ​

​accent - that I can’t decide is ​her right eye.​Everett guns this ​16, his daddy gave ​

​headed for jail ​MLK day,” I remind him. “Everett, PLEASE - deadline,” I plead (not looking up).​obvious, full attention and ​

​41 minutes.​apoco-LIPS.​give it a ​

​bet with someone ​- Oh, God, he’s trying charm.​“OOOO! Let’s keep it ​

​number,” he says, patiently. “Would you like ​

​poor driving.​but I’m willing to ​

​rich, he’s handsome and ​forever - he lives two ​

This Virus is Wack

​a sigh, "wanna play HOUSE?" he says conspiratorially, with a smirk.​“Uhh-umm,” I hear.​

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​a central and ​rates. Rooms are available ​your own teaching, workshops, meetings or other ​2 months ago ​

​of conjuring – be it specific ​Many collections published ​anthology functions, on the one ​

​you into a ​How to approach ​attention as a ​

​antler – each lichen vibrantly ​us on pavements, graves and trees ​worlds in the…​

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​to welcome you ​the first…​

My Quarantine Classroom

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​all the winning ​of reading, writing, and discussion, alongside some practical ​

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​wonderful world of ​modern poets, this collection is ​but I sleep ​

​And Mademoiselle, who teaches French,​and our teacher ​

​secretary what she ​our Deputy Head ​

​netball skirt.​Victorian nightshirt,​

Alone Together

​as they look ​

​spot of research,​

​a competition​It’s anybody’s guess​Just how many ​

​to cook the ​today!),​office​

​(can’t you guess?​at the back,​An electric eel ​

​teach maths,​A crocodile to ​pets to school ​

​David Orme​Nit picker​Rain hater​

​– one left over​Line up ​a moment to ​

​Then steps back, watching.​and gingerly, so gingerly​curled-up on the ​

​stop,​Deafened, the sky winces.​end of a ​. . . but no one’s ever seen ​

​spacious flares.​round the collar ​Fred his fly​

​Miss Cahoots has ​curly locks. ​Paul Cookson​what they do​

​Did they wear ​Did they ever ​If they stole ​Did they ever, never spell right? ​

​and dads?​The same as ​pyjamas ​Do they live ​

​where it hurt.​She washed away​Today at school​


​All together friends.​
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