Poems About: GRADUATE

In this page, poems on / about “graduate” are listed.

  • 109.
    He's So Sick

    He's so sick to think that I'm the one who did something wrong
    He's so sick to think that I'm the one who wouldn't leave him alone
    He's so sick to think that he could actually think that I wanted him
    All I could say is Yuck read more »

    Chelsea Houston
  • 110.
    Honey Boy

    A son was born to Charles and Martha who was named Honey Boy
    All the things he did brought his parents joy

    He always kept his room in proper order read more »

    Clarence A. Graham, Jr.
  • 111.
    Never

    i never saw his tears
    i never heard him cry
    he never held me so tight
    after all these years read more »

    Bekie Carroll
  • 112.
    Absent I From School The Day They

    Absent I from school the day they
    Taught us how to shoot a gun —
    And no attention did I pay —
    The day we learned to drop a bomb — read more »

    D. L. Firestone Feinberg
  • 113.
    why us

    We say we do yet we don't
    we cry,
    yet we are laughing
    who is there to check or scan the emotions read more »

    Brandon Nyandoro
  • 114.
    The Killjoy Sensations

    The same memories were the killjoy
    Sensations, losing the knowledge of words
    Like blood,
    As the girls stepped barefooted out read more »

    Bret R. Crabrooke
  • 115.
    father

    Taking my first breath in life
    My first cry when I came into this world
    Seeing the world for the first time
    Seeing people who brought me into this world read more »

    brittney crozier
  • 116.
    Hazel Soares

    Ellsworth Soares, a U.S. G.I.
    Came back home after World War II,
    But not a college kind of guy,
    The G.I. Bill he did not do. read more »

    Ima Ryma
  • 117.
    class of 05

    startin over is sceary
    begining a new life
    im afread.
    I dont know what to expect read more »

    carla mattews
  • 118.
    Fixing Insanity

    There I was hammering nails again
    into the highway
    When Marge walked up from behind
    'Hey benchworm...making a fort, eh? ' read more »

    Tailor Bell
  • 119.
    Peace

    All that’s needed for Peace
    Is an agreement, a gentleman’s
    If you prefer–
    Two hands held out, shake once read more »

    Charlotte Ballard
  • 120.
    yep, a cockeyed optomist with rose colored glasses-

    feeling somewhat light hearted
    during this hateful climate
    i'm wondering if the time you wasted
    in the factory read more »

    Nat Z. Punx
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