Poems

Graduation Day is the climax of a dream.
A parental dream that began when a child is born,
And their hope come true it would seem,
A triumph held after periods of forlorn,
A feeling of pride and euphoria years away
For a daughter or son - Graduation Day.

It is a peak of success for the graduate,
Not only for the graduate but parents too.
A joyful event after many years they had to wait,
Realizing the glorious thrill of a dream come true,
A genuine smile accompanied by a deep sigh,
Often a handkerchief in hand as the class goes by.

Graduation is a deserving, hard earned goal
With mortarboard and gown as foretold,
A gratifying service of the mind and soul
In a simple and beautiful sheepskin told
That the graduate fulfilled the educational rule.
At last, for the mother and father, a dream come true.
Graduation Day!

This poem was submitted by Joseph T. Renaldi.

Young woman, my daughter,
my joy and my heart,
You’ve reached the end
only to find a new start.

The world sees the young woman
with her charm and her smile,
but behind the woman,
I will always see the child.

This poem was submitted by Amanda Bradley.

I had no time to Hate –
Because
The Grave would hinder Me –
And Life was not so
Ample I
Could finish — Enmity –

Nor had I time to Love –
But since
Some Industry must be –
The little Toil of Love –
I thought
Be large enough for Me –

This poem was submitted by Emily Dickinson.

You were my best friend we always hung out
But after you got your boy friend and I got mine
You started to hung out with him all the time
And I hung out with mine all the time
Why have we become mortal enemies
When you pass me in the hall ways at school you ignore me
You act like I’m nothing
That I’m just a shadow of someone’s.
You talk about me behind my back
You spread rumors about me.
You call me a retard you treat me like I’m a piece of crap.
That’s why I hate you
You’re never there for me
You talk about me
That’s why I hate you and I always will.

This poem was submitted by SARAH d.

I hate the way you tell me you love me
When your with her
I hate when you tell me you miss me
I hate the way you make me think of you
I was getting over you
But you had to call
And tell me you still love me
I don’t wanna wait
I don’t wanna be played
I want to be over you
You give me more and more pain
I just wanna scream
I hate you for doing this to me
I hate how I still love you
I wish I would stop loving you
I am that kind of girl that loves you but hates you
My heart wants to hate you
Not Love you anymore
It hurts way to much
I wanna hate you.

This poem was submitted by Marissa.