Stages Of Life
There’s always a present and always a past.
But when you go to the future, it will seem so fast
That you’ve grown out of preschool and went to Harvard.
But you played on their football team; you can’t be called a nerd.
Once you look through the past, you feel so big
Compared to ten years ago, you can’t just dig
A hole into the ground to bury your memories.
You just waste your time, but burn a few calories.
So you mind as well go pick a rose
But don’t waste your time, here it goes!
At four years old you’re already in preschool
And you’re at the top of your class, that’s pretty cool.
So you feel that anything can be done
Except making Brittney’s hair grow back, that’s just wrong
Once you graduate and now you’re in kindergarten,
You probably won’t dream of becoming a barten-der.
Now it’s first grade, you finally get a test
To see how smart you are, to see if you’re the best
So you get into AP math, you’re really smart
But right now you’re as strong as a SweetTart™
Skip a few years, you’re now in middle
Keep working on those muscles, they’re as thick as a fiddle
Now these are the grades where everyone gets detention
So if you don’t want one of those, pay attention
You need to be respectful, don’t fool around
Or else you’ll be heading town-bound
But you want to graduate to go to high school
So don’t act that way, just keep your cool
Just keep your chill; it’ll help you
Now take a look! You’re in high school, FOO!
Dang! You’re in high school and check out the classes
They’re on your sheet, you don’t need glasses
What do you want to take? Math or band?
When voting for president, will you take a stand?
You get four years in high school before you graduate
But you need to keep the grades up, you need to assiduate.
What group do you want to be in? Nerd or Jock?
Or will you be an artist wearing a frock?
It all depends on your grades, not group
‘Cause if you think, you’re as good as soup.
*sigh* You’re out of school and you’re finally free
You can now do anything but be just like me
What kind of a degree did you get from Harvard?
Was it chemical science, or was it computing, nerd?
It all depends on your area of skill
Your job will rise and fall on a hill
If you get a degree in zoology
Then why would you apply for a job in psychology?
Sometimes life just doesn’t make sense
But everyone in the world can make multiple dents
In this world, no one is forgotten
Then why am I writing this if I should be making cotton?
Life is full of twists and turns
One mistake could get you burns
So be careful now when you go and live
Everyday counts, don’t take. Give
Relish the time you have, it’s very short
So do your thing, if it’s painting or sports.
Related quotes
School Is Not So Cool
School, School, School,
A school is not so cool
We're here 5 days a week
8 hours a day.
School, School, School,
A school is not so cool.
People laugh when we fall
we just have to make a call.
School, School, School
A school is not so cool.
We have to work hard to get good grades
I'm not going to do it no more
I do it everyday.
We cant go on the grass
We cant bother another class
We cant save spots at lunch
We have to go as a bunch.
We have 3 minutes in the hall
I'm always late what a ball.
We have to pay attention
if not we get detention.
School, School, School,
A school is not so cool.
They have to many rules
they play us as fools
if we get A's
the parents jump Hip Hip Hooray.
If we get F's
we tell them we need to take a rest.
We always have homework
we never have classwork
they have to many rules
they need to take it cool.
School, School, School,
A school is so not cool!
poem by Chantel Braatz
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
A School Is So Not Cool
School Is Not So Cool
School, School, School,
A school is not cool
We're here 5 days a week
8 hours a day.
School, School, School,
A school is not cool.
People laugh when we fall
we just have to make a call.
School, School, School
A school is not cool.
We have to work hard to get good grades
I'm not going to do it no more
I do it every day.
We can’t go on the grass
We can’t bother another class
We can’t save spots at lunch
We have to go as a bunch.
We have 3 minutes in the hall
I'm always late what a ball.
We have to pay attention
if not we get detention.
School, School, School,
A school is not cool.
They have too many rules
they play us as fools
if we get A's
the parents jump Hip Hip Hooray.
If we get F's
we tell them we need to take a rest.
We always have homework
we never have class work
they have to many rules
they need to take it cool.
School, School, School,
A school is so not cool!
poem by Fahed Sharaf
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Live life to the fullest
Remember when you were little?
It seems so long ago.
There were a lot of big changes it seemed.
Like your first christmas, first birthday, first everything.
Then you learned to walk and talk
And finally went to school for the first time.
It seemed to take forever just to turn 13,
To finally become a teenager.
Just a few short years later,
Guess what, you turn 16.
Now you have more freedom,
and a brand new car.
A couple of years later,
You graduate high school and turn 18.
Finally it is time to say your goodbyes.
To leave your parents house and go to college.
Now you have graduated college,
And have a full time job.
Maybe you have even started a family.
So where did all those years go?
Just live your life and try not to grow up too fast.
poem by Dawn Wheeler
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
School Just School
School we need it
school, friends
school you have teachers
school is great
high school is even better
college, PARITES
school you mite find your true love
new experiences everyday
school, dances
school just school
school who dose not love it
school is fun
school, preps
school, classes
school, math, science, computer classes
school is great love it
school just school
we need school
poem by Kerri King
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Where Has The Time Gone? !
When you're born it's a miracle your there and everyone's happy
'She's beautiful, I'm so happy, Congrats! 'is what they say.
You're innocent and an Angel to all eyes.
As you grow and get older and
learn your first words it's always an 'aww, She's growing so fast and now there's no going back.
Years 2 and 3 go by so fast then guess what your 4 and going to school, elementary.
Pre-K, Kinder,1st and 2nd then from 3rd to 4th to 5th, WOW! , that went quick now it's time for new people, new things: 6th grade the starting of your middle school years, you have more responsibilities and more stress and guess what, it stinks!
Graduate 6th go to 7th then...
Don't got your mom, barely got your dad can't deal with these changes, please take me out of this forbidden place!
Mom's side of family can't see them no more but weren't they just here what the hell happened!
8th grades here last time you'll see these people, time for another change, someone please come and save me!
Now in 9th with more new faces than familiar, but I guess it's all good, I'll do ok.
Until the next 3 years this is all I've got to say: Where Has The Time Gone? !
poem by Angel Gibbs
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
In high school, I was a total jock/extracurricular nerd/just plain nerd. When I got to college, I realized that building a resume to get into a good school was no longer necessary. I had already gotten into one. I might as well follow my bliss.
quote by Mark Feuerstein
Submitted by Veronica Serbanoiu
Vote! | Copy!
Graduation
In couple months I will graduate from high school
I'm so excited and anixety
First, I have to get through this couple months and
Do everything I need to do
We are leaving behind good and bad memories
Is another chapter in your life
Time to start new one in college or whereever you go
Years in school fly so fast
This is our moment to show people we love that we can do it
You have plan to go to college or whatever you have in mind
Time to get our freedom and be away from home
Time to live our life way we want
We are going our separate path, but
We still can get in contact with each other
No matter where we are in the world
This is greatest moment of our life
We are going tear, laugh, smile, and be proud what we done
Graduation
Is once in life time
High school don't last forever
This is what we been dreaming
All our life and we make it through
With our ups and downs, bad and good times
I never picture myself that I would be here
In front of whole school and get my diploma in my hand
This is all worth it
I never gave up or had any doubt
Thank you to all my friends who was like my brothers and sisters
They have been there for me, fun to hang out, talktative, and funny
Thank you to my family who is supportive, caring, and love me
Thank you to all my teachers who never give up on me and help me through
I have confident, hope, and believe in myself
That I will make it through and look where I am
Graduation
poem by Christina Phan
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
School Of Life
We graduate from school,
And join the growing pool,
Of the Human Race,
To fight for a place,
We can finally stand,
A woman or a man,
We don't graduate from school,
This school of life, a rule.
The only time we leave,
The time for our release,
Lay down like an autumn leaf,
We will finally be at peace.
Bleeds Through: Bringer of Modern Clarity
What has the world come to today?
Gas is four dollars a gallon
Inflation is on the increase
Housing markets down
The war continues
And teachers are suffering job loss!
In grade school,
I thought my teachers were evil
They slept inside coffins in the schools basement
Only to rise when they heard my name called
It was a hell for me
When I turned sixteen
I realized how hard it was to be a teacher
With several students under them, three-hundred or more
Makes you wonder why governments are making it harder for them
The classes I suffered through in college taught me the skills I needed
I learned how to apply them later while observing
I admit, I wasn't perfect my first year of teaching
But I learned quick
Why ruin education?
Harder classes for students and less teachers to help
Sure make the classes harder, challenge the students!
Why challenge the teachers?
Twenty-five was my size of classes all my years of learning
Thirty plus is too much to handle effectively
To watch the progress of each through grades in elementary school is unrealistic
It conflicts with my psychology courses with watching only grades
A dying profession the teacher is
Optimism is my muse and savior
To teach the future leaders and core of the worlds work force
Is the only thing keeping me going
Thank you my students
'Good morning class, lets turn to page twenty-four in our math books! '
March 14,2012
poem by Ryan Collins
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Time Stands Still For The Likes Of Me
Time stands still for the likes of me
Other than this moment, time does not exist
There is no past or future beyond this moment
Just this moment in time exists, and nothing more
The passage of time has no effect on me, ill or otherwise
I do no feel it's passing
It's comings and goings are lost on me
I am stuck - lost - in a timeless era
I do not seem to age, neither physically nor mentally
They say it is only 'natural' for my body to look and feel 'young'
It is merely my age that makes me feel this way
That it is only my youthfulness
But why, then, does my mind not age?
I have felt no progression on my part since grade school
I feel as though the past ten years did not exist
Middle school and high school are a blur to me
No real memories or recollection of that time in my past
I have nothing to prove it ever existed, save for the passing of time
Yes, time has stopped for me
My memory is at a standstill
I have a brain freeze that has lasted nearly a decade
I look no older than a 15 year old girl
A high school sophomore
And I carry virtually the same mentality
Time stands still for the likes of me
poem by DiAnne Douglass
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
The Boys I Went To School With
We played football in the school yard and we swam in the Finnow
But the years go by so quickly and to father time we bow
And the boys I went to school with perhaps now looking gray
And many of them from the Homeland shore like me live far away.
Many of the boys I went to school with and that's going back more than four decades in time
Are now ageing grand fathers and years beyond their prime
And those legs that could move so quickly some forty years ago
Now feeling tired and heavy and their fastest pace is slow.
The boys I went to school with have known a better day
And that time takes care of everyone it would be fair to say
Our young years went too quickly and time just flitted by
And on looking back it seems like only yesterday when I was a school boy.
Some of the boys I went to school with to the grim reaper have gone
But life back in the old Hometown as usual carries on
And in the fields near Millstreet Town where the rank rushes grow
The Finnow on towards Drishane and the Blackwater flow.
Most of the boys I went to school with I have not seen for years
But for my fading memories I don't have any tears
We played football in the school yard and in Summer swam in the Finnow
But the years go by so quickly and to father time we bow.
poem by Francis Duggan
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
School and teachers
You go to school
everyday
just to be told
you can't do it that way
you have to do it my way
it is in the rules
and you think
school isn't cool
teachers think they're all that
and that they can control us
but sometimes I wish my teachers
would get hit by a bus
I know that sounds mean
but I haven't even said
that school everyday
I always dread
It feels like a prison
with no escape
why oh why
am I bound to this fate?
Of course we have to go to school
we have to all week
but couldn't school be more fun
instead of really starting to reek!
But we have to go through it
all 12 grades
and we have to go to college
what a bad day!
The days drag on
they never end
until the bells rings
and I run as fast as I can
It's almost christmas break
and I can't wait
because more days at school
I just can't take.
School sucks
and I think it is bad
and even though we are tortured
it isn't all bad
I guess what i'm trying to say is
school can sometimes be good
and you learn stuff
and that's is sorta good
so school is boring
and is not really fun
but we will get through it
and then for joy we will jump
poem by Shelbie Bozeman
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Grade
We go to school and we learn
We go to school and we laugh
We go to school and we make friends
We go to school to know life
But parents are thinking something else
You should do better
You should do harder
It's just a year or two do your best
Are grade only part of us?
Does school offer us nothing more than grades?
School teach us how to laugh and cry
School is not only for grade
Please Mom Dad respect that
poem by Custous Angelus
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Im Here, Can You Hear Me, I Made It! (:
Hey there, my name is Sheniqua Lowery. I go to Henry Foss high school, I am currently 18yrs of age, and I was born August,06,1990 in Seattle Washington at Harborview hospital at 6: 00am. I’ve been to several schools in Washington State in my early years. I love school, I try my best at the school work that is given to me.
When I was a little girl I wanted to be a lot of things as a grown up. I thought of being a horse trainer, singer, dancer, writer, author, nurse, game maker. But my dream goal is to be a photographer because it inspires me a lot in what you can find in a photo. Not only is it a picture, it tells a lot about the person or object that’s in the photo.
I want to attend Cornish College of the Arts. I have been interest in the college since I wanted to become a singer. I haven’t been on a tour to see the campus.
I am looking forward to getting good grades and a high GPA so it can be possible for me to attend the four year college in Seattle, WA. My GPA is close to a 4.0. I have been looking into some photography classes in my area in Tacoma, WA.
If I successfully graduate from Cornish with a major in photography, I would like to own my own photography business. I would also want to pursue managing my own photography website so my customers can check their prints online and make orders for which prints they want.
Thank you for reading and taking time out of your busy schedule to read it.
poem by Sheniqua Lowery
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Too Cool for School
This poem is inspired by my teenage daughter's current attitudes to her studying. Parents, you've heard it all before!
Don’t want to stand out and look absurd
That’s only for a geek or a nerd
I wanna look cool and not a jerk
There’s loads of time left in life to work
Study? You’re joking. I’d look a fool
Can’t you see I’m too cool for school!
Leave me alone, stop crowding my space
Yeah, whatever, now get outta my face
Don’t need you, find someone else to advise
All you ever do is criticize
My marks aren’t that bad, I’m off to the pool
Don’t you know I’m too cool for school
Maths, languages, science, I don’t get it
I’d rather watch some of the guys that are fit
Or go out shopping or just stay in bed
I’m a teenager, not halfway dead!
I’ll study later, my life’s too full
You don’t understand I’m too cool for school
Well I’m finished school now but I’m not overjoyed
Its not so cool being unemployed!
No One Can Remember Specifics
No one can remember specifics,
As to what they've done...
To affect the life of someone else.
Even though what was done had been premeditated.
And this depends on what career field they have chosen.
However...
If anyone had looked at them,
With a raised eyebrow...
When they were just five years old,
That person can tell anyone...
What day it was, the time and date.
Weather conditions.
The model of the cars driving past on the street.
And the color of someone's eyes wearing sunglasses,
Two blocks away.
Although...
They can not recall beating someone to a pulp,
In high school.
Or being locked up in juvenile detention for the deed,
Six months before their high school graduation.
And that might have happened,
Just a few years prior to a decision that was made...
To embark on a political career.
Believing they could erase if they so chose to do it,
Any and all of their participation in wickedness.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Middle School Mayhem
six grade, oh boy
new places, new faces
here I come middle school
busy hallways and I’m already confused
scary teachers
heavy books
I was hook
on middle school
clueless and clumsy was me
s.s. projects and foam model earths, yippy
I loved my English class
it was a bast
my pencil always glue to my hand
I play sax in the band
new found friends surround me
it filled me with glee
my whole life written in English class and middle ages fair
I won student of the year, that’s when I learned that people really care
that was my six grade mayhem
seventh grade, hooray for me
new teachers and a faster pace
I’m still here in middle school
my nevers were like rubber bands
I’m so great full my friends were always there to lend a hand
drama club was so fun
but pushcart I hated
essays and homework doubled
science projects bubbled
art was fav
and math I hated
and gym and study hall
watch out flying kick balls
went to see a great play
and the whole year was filled with busy days
French was a bore
but I always came back for more
this was the year I turned thirteen
unluck for me
I do be smart don’t start
that was a bast
that was my seventh grade mayhem
eighth grade, finally
same places and same faces
I’m almost in high school
I’m the top dog
health was a night mare
i changed my hair
drama club was cool
I was always in the high school pool
wave, study circles, and GE
are only some
boys were gross
I was smart, I don’t want to bust
report card filled with 95 and 100
but what I loved the most were my buds
Casey, Katie (neigh, neigh) , Emily and Em Bradley, Julia,
Shelby (not me) , Sam, Jess, and Mother Ev
art was the coolest
Mrs. McDonnell was the bomb
Montreal and Great Escape
testing, testing, testing, but that’s not new
always looking for something better
English was so fun
I learned I like to talk
that was my eighth grade mayhem
Now the year is almost over
it reminds me of all the things I’ve done
I learn to speak up
I have a say
I hated middle school but hay
I loved being there anyways
the bell rings
I put on my backpack
then I walk into the hall
still trying not to ball
memories flood me
like the water on the Titanic
sixth grade, seventh grade, eighth grade have come and gone so fast
I can’t stop thinking of the past
I stand in the hall on the last Friday knowing Mondays not going to be the same
new faces, new places, new hall ways to learn
for my life will change
watch out high school Molly's on her way
that was my middle school mayhem
poem by Molly Breadcrumb
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Those That I Went To School With
Some of them with the departed and the others growing old and gray
Those that I went to school with in the long gone yesterday
From the boys and girls I went to school with many years before I reached my prime
I am separated by distance and by long years of time.
Some of them live far distant from Hibernia's windswept shore
And from the Town in View of Clara hill overlooking Claramore
And some of them remained in Duhallow married and there raised their family
And some of them remained unattached single and fancy free.
Most of those I went to school with I have not seen for years
And for the past and for what has been I've shed nostalgic tears
Like every other migrant for the past forever gone
But the present is what matters and we keep on keeping on.
Of those I went to school with good memories I retain
Though most of them I realize I will never meet again
We've gone our separate ways in life but memories of them I do recall
And happy memories of what was the best memories of all.
poem by Francis Duggan
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Where they belonged
When I was in metric
(now grade twelve)
in the agricultural science class
an English girl took a chair
next to me
who had a secret crush
without getting
any attention from me.
I just wasn’t taken with her
and she was a little brash
and they lived
on the other side
of the railway tracks
and she had a reputation
of sleeping around.
When we studied
animal copulation
she acted as if
she didn’t really understand
and asked me some questions
which made me blush
and it was clear
that she had other plans instead.
Ignoring her didn’t help much
and heart broken she went to cry
on her sister’s shoulder
who was my class teacher
and taught me English
at the time.
We did an IQ test
(the first in my years at school)
and I scored only too well
and without really knowing
my personal circumstances
the teacher told the class
that I was lazy,
but much more than that
she marked my English grades down.
I didn’t know what had got into her
and in the second quarter
like a angel from heaven
a female inspector
(specializing in English)
visited the school.
She couldn’t understand
why my marks had slipped so much
and we had a very nice chat
where she demanded
all my English books and tests.
She graded everything again,
my grades took a hike,
the teacher was called in
and almost did the same
and after that
my grades were where
they belonged.
poem by Gert Strydom
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
School Photos from the Past
They loved the school activities
Took part and did it well
When you see old school photos
Instantly you can tell
Sports were top on their list
Of accomplishments to make
They had to keep their grades up
If sports they were to take
Don’t you love the pictures?
Though faded now with time
Young folks worked together
Created friendships that would bind
Memories are so precious here
That will forever last
So fun it is to view and enjoy
School photos from the past!
poem by Marilyn Lott
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!