SeniorYear
Learn more about other poetry terms
Graduation day is coming here,
And so now is your high school career.
Always remember the friends you hold dear,
And look toward your future with no fear.
No more hurrying away from the deans,
Frantically pulling down a grey pleated skirt.
No more half-hearted games of basketball
In that unwashed gym shirt.
I look myself in the mirror and I see a "tall lonely depressed girl."
Well, not really.
My friends see that.
They don't see all of the struggles that I go through.
Comfort comes, in many small packages,
With a gratuitous bound, or through perilous passages.
They surround you with laughs and joys hereafter,
Despite the prestigious end, coming ever so faster.
My teacher:“Go and write a poem tonighta leaf that speaks of intellectualism not fright.”
Despair! Despair!
Senior Year!
It is the end
of my high school career.
College
'round the corner.
Applications
Statements
Money money!!
Charish it.
Senior year.
Senior year is finally here,
a year full of shout and cheer
It's hard to believe our time is near,
Freshman year was a big doorway,
As I walked the long dark hallway.
Spent most of my time memorizing my locker combination
Because I was not use to my location.
I was rushing to make a best friend,
Mild mornings, warm days and cool nights.
Swimming, amusement parks and sweet summer fruits.
The heat, the sun, the humidity
Flute, 6ft poles and bass drums banging my summer days
My summer ended early but that's okay
I'd rather learn rythms and tosses than sit at home
Have you ever stared at a clock,
just to watch time tick by,
It seems as if you have lost a lot,
but really it slowly dies.
Each highschool memory,
seems to fade away,
taking a piece of you,
The Time is here,
Our final year;
hurray we cheer
to our senior year.
Friday night lights,
and football games,
homecoming dance
It's out senior year!
Senior year ya-hoo;
It's almost over for me,
This road was log, but
Now the clock is tick ticking,
I can all but see
College looming in the midst;
Oh dear Lord, help me!
I'm about to graduate from high school and this year went by extremely fast
Junior year I had a plan about where I was going to college and summer plans
How I wanted to be more social and join the track team
My dream is to be a animator
Not just any digital design animator
No, That is to wide of a goal
I am for smaller more difficult
Disney animator
That is what I want to be
Everybody says, “Life isn’t fair.”
Governor Quinn & other politians, shout, “We should all go to school, go to college!”
Knock knock.
Who's there?
It's me you see, without a care.
I've worked so hard
And now I see
That maybe that's not working for me.
I don't need A's
I wish I could tell my teacher that walking into class a second late isn't missing class instruction. That doing continuous book work for spanish III honors isn't going to help me understand the subjuntives or the present tense of verbs.
It's sad my senior year is coming to an end,
A fresh new start is about to begin.
As I look back at all the memories I had,
It makes me very happy but also very sad.
We're all the same
You and me
We do our job
That guides our life
We're all no different
Because we're human
And so I laugh
When you think you have won
We're all the same
He walks across the room waving his ruler in the air
doesn't he know that half the class doesn't even care?
He acts like he's so ahead of us
oh dear teacher, you're about as useful as pizza crust.
There is nothing we can do now. For we are in front of the silent crowd. The wind whistled and howled, as we stood still and proud. Until our name was called we stood nice and tall. Everyone would cheer, though it was hard to hear.
You need help
You beg and plead
Your eyes are wide
Your wrists bleed
Who can help you?
You're lost and hopeless
Your parents won't listen
You feel almost boneless
Molding the clay.
Designing the report.
Inserting the injection.
Many things can not be studied.
Four years, many tears.
Ups and downs, hills and mounds
Of hurt, of happiness, and plenty of excitement
I'm living, I'm learning, I'm leading
I'm here,
I'm finishing my fourth year.
High School, a dreaded place for learningStarting so very early in the morningA place whre relationships are madeAnd a place where they sometimes fade
All that I’ve known for four years
Will I remember this when I walk across the stage?
My eyes full of tears.. of joy
You see, you teachers pretend to care
Family.
What is implied
in that one word?
It would seem
the world
stakes a lot
in it.
That it is
the all-encompasing.
The all-solving.
The Holy Grail.
Is it truly possible
To feel old, torn, and worn out
At the age of 17?
Feeling as if life is an ocean
And you’re swimming, trying desperately.
Trying to keep your head above the water
If we are late
Why give us the death stare?
It's like we've murdered a whole population.
Seriously?
How about those assignments?
Why so much?
When ypou know I work to provide for my family.
All year long
I don't even know when I 'm strong
Why do I have to wait
You're the right fate
Shadows you can see through
Sunlight clouds
Darkness falls
Fall leaves
Spring flowers
I don’t know how to feel about the day to come
Mixed feelings of nostalgia and anticipation overwhelm me
I go back to that musty school yard field
The field I thrived on and learned who I was on
Tick-tock goes the clock as the time passes by
Everybody dressed in blue smiles and cries
The day of graduation was finally here
It was time to celebrate the end of senior year
Everything is happening
In an unattainable rapid speed
I can’t keep up
My brain is burning
I slam together my eyelids
Hoping to slow
Everything down
Or just make it stop
There's too much pressure
To not fail today.
School, work, and graduation
In May.
Going off to college
Opening the door
Start of a new life
Different from before.
2013
My graduation year
the end has never seemed so near
leaving friends and my home in the past
but i promise i wont forget the tough times
staying up late to finish homeowrk
Close your eyes
Feel the breeze
Hear the wind
In the trees
Shed a tear
Say goodbye
Life is flying
Right on by
New beginning
a fresh start
Leaving home
Breaks your heart
