Poems About: GRADUATION
Poems on / about :
- carpe diem
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
My friends quietly dropped out of high school.
It seemed each week we had parties for some guy
Going into jail or getting released.
It’s not that anyone thought this was cool, read more »Ernest Hilbert
339.Our baby boy....
When your mother was crying in pain,
I took her to hospital, then I heard your
mother's loud scream along with your soft cry
Your mother brought you into this world as an angel. read more »Ravi Sathasivam
We, your children, plan to marry
Babies though your image sees.
Hopefully we'll try to carry
Love to both our families. read more »Rosann York
I look back on our lives and wonder what went wrong,
We were so happy, like one of those love songs.
Now the loves gone away, nothing lasts for long.
I tried to keep it going, tried to be strong. read more »Vanessa Kurtz
342.She Is Forgotten Pt.1 (Story)
Her parents don't notice her birthday
is just two months away.
nor do they care.
she asks a simple question. read more »Selena Star
343.Possessions Are Nine Points Of ConversationOgden Nash
My pal, Jake, majored in corruption.
His final exam: a girl from the Midwest,
three weeks to dismantle eighteen years read more »Jeffrey McDaniel
345.My First Teacher
They say the years from one to five,
when tiny tots become alive,
li'l professors they are, really
as they take in and store so freely read more »Herbert Nehrlich
346.Our Fallen Hero~
Our Fallen Hero
Stands tall in our minds
As he lay lifeless
To save your child and mine read more »Lagaya Evans
347.Memories of my Dad
Today was a day for remembering, Dad, of things we did and said
Going back many years -- of stories told when you tucked me in bed
Pretending we were on a ship -- floating off to many lands
Finding secret treasures -- always holding hands. read more »Anna Helen McDonald
348.The Black Mountain (Brecon, an old adversary)
I stood in tight chested forbodeing
at the hem of your heathered dress
long years on from when
you did your best to kill me. read more »Bill Mitton