School Free Verse Poems

Nervous I sat,
waiting to be called.
I wasn’t sure what it was he said,
but it meant a lot to me.
Then I realized,
he was not talking to...

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I’m just twirling in the center of my room.
I’ve got way too much to do.
Has that ever happened to you?

I’m assailed, derailed and impaled by...

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YOU CLAIM TO BE ACE ROTHSTEIN A BOSS
COMMITING HIEST ON DISABLED ELDERLY 
PERSONS BREAKING INTO MOBLE HOME 
GOLF CARTS AND MEDICATION BOXES 
RETRIEVING ANTIDEPRESSANTS HIGH...

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I had lunch with Randy, between classes today. It was a perfect day. The sky was an infinite, capri blue, the wind was stirring the...

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Where art thou unknown spellcaster?

If in fact such a female and/or male exists
an insufferable existence clamors for surcease
against riptide of ineradicable anguish.

Living hand to mouth
for...

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You were like the last page of an old notebook
Which I doodled on and scribbled on
Torn off 
So that others couldn’t see it 
Couldn’t peep...

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On being emotionally bankrupt

Sentient beings distraught
psyche rent asunder
courtesy false accusations
heated words exchanged like gunfire
pox upon the house of Deborah Hunter,
a vicious vindictive 
girlish looking septuagenarian...

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The school year’s ending.  ‘Spring Fling’ is tonight (Saturday) the biggest event (concert) of the year, and next week - final exams. It’s hard...

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The days were brighter then,
When without the slightest effort, I’d succeed in making a good impression.
Now it seems no one knows me to be “good”,
How...

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Where goest thou soul?
have you split again 
into your kaleidoscope frame
in the body so vestigial contained 
what if there is not one Other
but many that...

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I love the end of the day,
when the sun want to climb into bed.
The moon will be rising soon,
showing off it's big bright face.

 

The...

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Headphones cup his ears 
Like a sanctuary, a secret cave 
Here he can hide , he is safe 
Crouching behind the sofa

He hears raised voices
Muffled...

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       As we shifted to newly built house 
        my five year...

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Maestro – 4-23-24
Dedicated to Dr. Stanley Chapple.  Co-founder of Tanglewood. Conductor of the London Philharmonic.   Head of the Music School University of...

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I’m in the residential dining hall with my suitemates Lisa and Sunny. We’re talking about sausages.

Why? Because April 30th is ‘National Sausage day.”
Someone mentioned that...

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