Poems About: GRADUATION

In this page, poems on / about “graduation” are listed.

  • 229.
    Night Shadow

    The crisp airs of the evening dark
    The pain and hate that leaves through a solemn breath
    God knows, hell is upon me
    The darkness closes in read more »

    Anna Bronwyn
  • 230.
    Manami

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    Raine Uchiha
  • 231.
    What is Death?

    ANOTHER STEP:
    -How do we view birth?
    As the beginning
    -What is school like? read more »

    Elizabeth Middleton
  • 232.
    The Box From The Attic

    A Father's Medals World War One
    The wrist band from a stillborn son
    The first picture of the two (now three)
    An Old Irish Fiddle, Left to me read more »

    Bill Mitton
  • 233.
    WONDER

    sadness is always followed by tears
    heartbreak to romance has always been followed by
    wondering who what where and why
    wonder why we must say goodbye read more »

    Fredrick McDonald
  • 234.
    At Peace

    I’m exposed to the worse type of individuals but endured the best
    I’ve seen every malicious act from envy and betrayal
    Acknowledge death for what it is and still move forward
    My bumps and bruises will all heal read more »

    kawambee thomas
  • 235.
    Schooling Relationship

    you are the subject which i study
    understanding and getting to know you psychologically
    learning new ways to do right
    ways to out do the wrong read more »

    diara armstead
  • 236.
    April 16,2007 (A College Massacre)

    I saw the people crying
    Their eyes red from tears
    I could also hear
    In their voices their fears read more »

    Ray Hansell
  • 237.
    A HARD DECISION TAKEN...

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    Adebiyi Adekunle Oluwaseun
  • 238.
    Malpractice

    He was the first to graduate,
    top of his class at that.
    Male nurse he was,
    an oxymoron for the crowd, read more »

    Herbert Nehrlich
  • 239.
    Bells Chime The Hour Of Our Awakening

    Velvet corridors form a labyrinth of purple bliss within the city walls
    Our journey is begun, now, as we follow the summers trail
    Sailing in the shadow of the sun.
    The stars are our guardians by nightfall read more »

    David Lacey
  • 240.
    The Headless Friar of Santo Tomas

    In my alma mater, Santo Tomas
    We had heard of a mysterious tale
    Of a gentle Spanish friar who was
    A sight that turned anyone very pale. read more »

    Cynthia BuhainBaello
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