Poems About: GRADUATION
Poems on / about :
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349.Memories of my Dad
Today was a day for remembering, Dad, of things we did and said
Going back many years -- of stories told when you tucked me in bed
Pretending we were on a ship -- floating off to many lands
Finding secret treasures -- always holding hands. read more »Anna Helen McDonald
350.Always Leaving Crisis
Life it seems is a crisis from the day that I was born
I came out flogging and crying on that long ago "who am I" morn!
I clung so tight to my Mama, but soon she sent me away
I heard the school bell ringing! A crisis for me that day! read more »Thelma Evelyn Jones
This child was born with traits of his mother.
Father was mad—he looked not like father.
Daddy wants all off-spring to look just like him,
So he with-held the love that should have been. read more »Vivian Gloff Mollan
352.No One Notices
School was almost finished.
Our last year all together.
No one wanted grad to come,
As it would be heartbreaking and difficult. read more »Sam Smith
353.pictures from lindsay's camera
i can never go back
to what we once were
a picture in time,
many pictures from the past read more »Lindsay King
354.Does It Hurt
Does it hurt to know
that aren't there
to dry my tears
when my heart breaks. read more »Allisha Fox
355.Worth the Pain
We were best friends from the start
It's been ten or eleven years.
Who would of ever thought read more »Trish Spencer
I took my dad's car today to visit some
of my friends before I leave this community
So many things I remember on the way. My read more »Gero Lorna
357.Give It To The Lord & The Rest Is History
I wonder if my child will be home on time,
After cousin Shari-Danielle’s graduation party?
I want a thirty-speed Schwinn racer is that a crime?
My report card does say twenty-two times tardy. read more »Luke Easter
358.Not Stood Up
At last she had arrived, hips swinging.
unhurried, rather strolling. read more »Herbert Nehrlich
In the beginning there was you.
You were the sun and the moon. read more »Gabrielle Shutt
360.The Black Mountain (Brecon, an old adversary)
I stood in tight chested forbodeing
at the hem of your heathered dress
long years on from when
you did your best to kill me. read more »Bill Mitton