Student Poems | Examples of Student Poetry

Something’s happening, let’s call it sunrise, for now, and summer vacation in Geneva, in umm.. 10 hours. My heart-beat is spiking, like a flag or kite flying. I’m leaving an empty room - making one last pass with...Read the rest...

Make noise, be loud, bold, let your voice be heard; don’t be a wallflower, we have enough of those already, the world needs leaders; you are soft spoken, don’t let dismissal by others of your quiet tone...Read the rest...

If you’ve read any of my delicious, hand-crafted vignettes and listened to us talk, you’ll know that my roommates and I are critical thinking swifties who spend hour after hour talking about anything and everything,...Read the rest...

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 indecision. I can’t find my lucky pencil and I have a...Read the rest...

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 environment, clouds were wispy and on high - in the...Read the rest...

Chitter chatter bitter batter I am trying to think Chitter Chatter Can I eat with you? I turn and growl. They leave quickly. Chitter chatter bitter batter Same story as yesterday and the day before Chitter chatter bitter batter Principal who is my boss...Read the rest...

Sunrise was just a red line in the inky void, as Lisa and I reached the harbor decking stairs, but at once, the brazen slash began widening, like a silent, slow motion explosion, thin, smoky...Read the rest...

Everything’s been frantic since the break. What people don’t tell you about college, is that you’re just tired ALL of the time. I’m so tired, yawn ‘scuse me. So if you’re planning to talk to me, bring coffee, make some...Read the rest...

She is confused, a teacher says Why? Because her hair is dyed three colors? She wears goth clothes and her make up is dark Have you spoken to her? I ask The woman gives me a concrete stare I decide...Read the rest...

Peter (my bf) and I were in Paris, about three weeks ago (I was on Spring break, he was on vacation from work). ‘Headstart for Happiness,’ by ‘the Style Council,’ was playing low somewhere. “This is the...Read the rest...

I flew to Chicago last Friday night my great uncle was turning a hundred. The plan was to fly-in Friday, party Saturday, and fly out Sunday. No missed school. The air felt colder in Chicago, the wind really bit, and...Read the rest...

It has been along time to arrive to this shift I am grateful for this amazing gift Even though many had to leave even my mom Back to the state were she came from What harm it only had...Read the rest...

It’s monsoon season here in New Haven, gone, are the banked, fluorescent colors of sunset. This feeling hit me, like a rogue wave. “We have to go out tonight,” I announced, to no one in particular. I think I’d...Read the rest...

Born in New England in the wake of the Civil War, Her folks fled Irish famine and landed on our shore. At age five, she took sick, losing almost all her sight. At eight,...Read the rest...

In a lattice-lit dorm room sits a writer. A discarded chemistry book lies beside her. because ideas are hitting off her, like a collider. Why does writing make her feel alive-er? Cause it helps sort out the feelings inside...Read the rest...