Poems Collection

You brought me hope, when I had none,
I thought you were my destiny, I thought you were the one.
And I don’t understand why we couldn’t be,
You seemed so perfect, you were everything to me.

You gave me love, when I had little,
I opened my heart to you, it was so brittle.
Each day thats passed, I’ve shed a tear,
I’m lost in love, without you here,

You were my heart, you will forever be,
Beautiful memories that will stay forever with me,
That day its coming, and I’m scared to cry,
I know I’ll be thinking of you, and once again ask why?’

This poem was written/submitted by Pauline Murphy.

Graduation ought not be an end,
Replacing what within we might achieve.
After all, the good that we intend
Does much to serve the good that we receive.
Underneath the mask of a degree
A person must perform with just the skill,
The knowledge and the art that he or she
Internalized through pluck, hard work, and will.
On what we are will rest what we become,
Nor do we have much else to draw upon.

This poem was written/submitted by Nicholas Gordon..

Graduation isn’t gradual.
In fact it’s quite abrupt, a sudden shock.
It’s more like rushing towards a waterfall:
One moment we’re afloat, and then we’re not.

Sure, we see it coming up ahead,
The water roaring into the abyss.
We make a joke and look away instead,
Unable to acknowledge what this is.

And then the moment’s past, and we’re the same.
Everyone is smiling, sunny bright.
Someone kisses us and calls our name,
And then we think, well, everything’s all right.

But life is like that: things get smashed inside,
And we don’t even know it. Foolishly,
We think we’re in it only for the ride,
Yet mourn for all that can no longer be.

This poem was written/submitted by Nicholas Gordon..

Graduates become the cover story,
Representing all those still within;
As those who came before provide the glory
Determining how well one might begin.
Underneath the letters are the learners,
A class on whom the mantle now must fall,
Taken into custody as earners,
Each a new advertisement for all,
Serving as the institute writ small.

This poem was written/submitted by Nicholas Gordon..

The day has finally arrived,
It’s our graduation time,
From now till then, we’ll look back on this diploma,
Knowing that we reached this far, knowing that we can do anything if we just put our minds to it.
So let’s enjoy this very moment,
Dreaming things that we never dreamed before,
Dreaming that we will fly away with the birds to reach our goal in life someday.
So just remember this diploma lying in each of our hands show our parents how much we accomplished a great deal.

This poem was written/submitted by Melanie..

Graduation’s reason to rejoice,
Remembering what lies beyond our ends.
And so yours gives occasion to my voice,
Delighting in the gift of being friends.
Underneath your pleasure is my pride,
As yours remains the rock on which I stand.
The window through which I can see inside
Is hung upon the mirror in your hand.
One cannot be one without the other,
Nor can we be ourselves without another.

This poem was written/submitted by Nicholas Gordon..