Rhyme School Poems | Examples
These Rhyme School poems are examples of School poems about Rhyme. These are the best examples of School Rhyme poems written by international poets.
None of the guys
ever asked me out
they teased me
or just froze me out
I wasn’t stuck up
I was shy
I came from China
that is why
I didn’t know the styles and trends
or even where I should begin
there wasn’t much that I could say
I never talked much anyway..
so I sat there
and read
I was an incredibly
epic fail
To all the guys
who called me names
that tagged my locker
and tried to shame me
I wasn’t snooty
I was shy
I’d just come from China
that’s the why
I didn’t know the styles and trends
that let a new girl fit in
I’d never even used the Internet
I was as lost-in sauce as a girl gets..
so I sat there
and read
Which eventually
got me into Yale.
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Songs for this:
Conversation by X-Cetra
Simply Couldn't Care by Tracey Thorn
Human Behaviour by Björk
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*A poem from 9th grade (2019)
** We’d moved back stateside from China so I could have a ‘normal’ high school.
*** I just added the last two lines
It was Sister Francine
who treated us so mean.
She’d rap us on our knuckles
with the Father’s belt buckles
toiling to keep our sin-loving souls clean.
I would follow you anywhere,
Across the fields where oak trees stand,
Their moss hangs heavy in the air,
Like secret banners, soft and pure.
Two rivers clear, they shine apart,
And yet they meet beyond the hill,
As if they knew the longing heart
That cannot choose, yet loves them still.
You read your books, I watch your eyes,
Each word is more than words to me,
It lifts me upward to the skies,
It opens doors I long to see.
Would you wait for me by the shore,
Where grasses bend in evening rain?
Would you be kind forevermore,
And take my joy, and be my cure?
I do not ask for golden years,
I only ask to walk beside—
Through laughter bright, through hidden tears,
Where all my secret dreams abide.
For I would follow, unafraid,
Wherever your bright footsteps lead;
The path through sun, the path through shade—
Is all the home I need to know.
Love didn’t follow you from junior high,
It lingered in corners like and made you sigh,
Your eyes sought faces, but none remained,
Only silence where your laughter reigned.
The halls are long, the lockers gray,
You walk alone through the first day,
Your broken mirrors—your beating heart,
Like ocean waves that drift apart.
Outside the windows, the branches lean,
Bushes and trees filled with leaves of green,
They whisper of summers already gone,
Of childhood’s song and its softer dawn.
Flowers bloom in the tender light,
Opening slowly to morning skies,
Dear blossoms rising, their petals near,
Touching the heavens, unclouded, clear.
But you—still waiting for love to start,
Carrying quietly heis fragile heart,
Dreams that shimmer but fall away,
Like glass at dusk, like mist at day.
Yet somewhere hidden, a promise grows,
In roots unseen where your gardener knows,
That even the loneliest soul will find
A gentler hand, a heart aligned.
So you walk beneath the sap filled trees,
Your breath a prayer, your steps a plea,
And the morning answers with fragrant air,
You are you and yes, quite rare.
Dead Poets Society
Right to choose
Rebellious youth
No hesitation to voice your own opinion
“Carpe Diem” (seize the day)
Unorthodox teachings
Literature and a master piece
Paper writer polished
Ray of light, you only live once
Timeless poetry
Show your own identity
Know who you are
Stand up for what you believe in
Dead Poets Society
Have it no another way
Potential to succeed
Sophisticated above authority
Feet travel limitless
Set goal across the finish line
Stand out of the crowd
Be observant with no sound
(a throwback poem from High school)
I'm the most popular girl in my homeroom.
Of course, that's my own bedroom -
cause we're on COVID lockdown, zoom.
My bedroom is the math class, which doubles as the gym,
it triples as the theater - you should see the shows I'm in.
They're only in my mirror, so my cats get free admission.
My sudden popularity's due, to a matter of attrition.
If I play my cards right, I can probably be prom queen
I'll hold the ceremony in the garden, so the travesty goes unseen.
the songs i dont play anymore
the love i once had for you
it just melted to the floor ..
useless, absurd, what was the point?
A wasted heart given
to the wrong one
it was like a pain felt in my joint
will i ever love again?
I dont know
i guess thats just how
how this world flow.
Gotta go to school it's the same old story
teach me a lesson would be good for me
learning all the rules five days of the week
don't fall behind don't think don't speak
gotta go to work it's the same sad story
get me a job that's sure to bore me
working for a wage five days of the week
don't step out of line don't think don't speak
gotta go to church it's the same sick story
wed me a wife who's bound to hound me
listen to her ***** each day of the week
don't fool around don't think don't speak
it's the way of the world the way of man
follow the herd don't say a word
all we can do is do all we can
so let's all dance to the same algorithm
everyone even you and me
dictated and played by the powers that be
me and you what have we got to lose
if we stay in line we'll be fine
and dance to the same algorithm and blues
I love a long holiday and as a general rule
you’ll find me out by a turquoise pool
cause it’s hot outside and I’m nobody's fool.
Closing my eyes I lazily daydream
listening to my favorite music stream
umbrella shaded from harsh sunbeams.
I’ve put away polemic school assignments
for leisure and tastier desultory refinements
like buffalo wings, pizza and dirty martinis
and the barely there cool of a string bikini.
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Songs for this:
Digging your scene by Ivy
The Big Sky (Special Single Mix) by Kate Bush
Can't Be Like This Forever by The Moving Stills
I wish I could’ve whispered
To my young and clueless self
That this boy lives on a timer
This boy really needs help
It was already written down
By nature’s cruel hand
It was craved into the stars
He’ll try, but won’t withstand
One day I was in English class
I got a breaking message
I cried and screamed and cried aghast
And felt myself start retching
I clearly see, hung by the neck
Can clearly see his eye
Where before, a-light a-spec
Now gloss reflects the sky
The memories I try to keep
Are jumbled out of order
It’s been eight years, yet I still weep
From words he said, so morbid
It’s not our fault, it couldn’t be
We’re not psychics, not prophets
But I was part of that same guilt
Gave him no peace, no solace
Seven grandchildren, each studying their own science courses
I understand some of them, but am fuzzy about the other sources
astrology is being studied by Ellen, yes astrology
I think of her when I look into the sky; it interests me
Geology makes sense for Brian, he has collected rocks since five
But cryptology for Landon does not make sense or jive
He was never one to keep a confidence or demand privacy of any kind.
Biology makes sense for Dorothy, she has a plant-producing mind.
Drake who adores animals is going into thematic zoology
An herbalist, Jackie is studying of course, herbology
What about psychology? I ask, this was my study of choice.
No, I’m going into glossology, said my sassy granddaughter, Joyce.
Pathology? Psychology? Technology? I ask them and they laugh.
So many ologies, and none of them are taking the exact same path.
I dropped out of high school in August of 1986.
In 1993, that was a mistake that I decided to fix.
I was only fifteen years old when I dropped out.
When I ask people not to make my mistake, there is no doubt.
I studied from April of 1993 to June of 1995 and it was very cool.
I studied for twenty-six months until I graduated from high school.
Some people mistook my diploma for a GED but it's not.
I didn't take the easy way out like those people thought.
I became a high school graduate thirty years ago today.
Don't drop out of school like I did because it's not okay.
(I graduated from high school thirty years ago today on June 21, 1995)
You were there when I needed you the most,
just for you to disappear into the night like a vengeful ghost.
The texts you sent broke my heart,
cause deep down I never wanted us to part.
My biggest Fear,
was for you to disappear,
and for you to pass from sight like fire in the snow.
I used to glow brighter than the flame,
but you were the oxygen to my fuel.
yet you were so cruel.
Our bond was unbreakable, but you shattered it.
Like the words we shared meant nothing.
Our friendship ended in a blink
and you watched me sink and drown in your eternal swamp.
I can forever wish for our friendship to recrudesce, but not many it would impress.
So hopelessly I wait, for a bond as strong as ours to re appear
As I cherish our friendship like an old, forgotten souvenir.
A fish popped out of the lake
from his scales the water he done shaked
looked at me, curiously, wondering, “Is he awake?”
Well, I was still as a statue, my rod loose in my grip
the fish sidled over, his tail pistol-whipped
me right out of my fancy fishing ship
Folks, I done learned my lesson: Never take a fish for a fool
~ He may have spent more time than you in school
Provoking her is not easy to do
She’s been teaching children since fifty-two
Spanking was the norm back in the day
I still like to use it she will often say
Alas times have changed, children now play
Wasting their time each and every other day
Ridiculous she said when she finally retired
Just months before she may have been fired.