School

Poetic_Pixel

Wake up at six,

Out the door by seven.

Leaving from home,

Descending from heaven.

 

Learning new things,

That we will never use.

Students missing assignments,

And making up an excuse.

 

And when the day is done,

We can all go home.

And go outside on the lawn,

To play and freely roam.

 

Or you can be like me,

Stay inside and chill.

Playing video games,

And enjoying the thrill.

 

But when the day ends,

And everyone is asleep,

You now just remember,

The giant homework heap.

 

And when you think it’s finished,

All the work has been done.

You then notice, on the table,

The remaining last one.

 

You finish the last,

And the sun starts shining,

But then you realize,

It’s Saturday morning.

  • Author: Poetic_Pixel (Offline Offline)
  • Published: November 27th, 2017 09:55
  • Comment from author about the poem: This is just a little poem talking about school and how bad school can be at times. We all had to deal with the troubles and struggles that school brings. Especially if you're having to deal with bad teachers or classmates. Also, I should have another poem out soon hopefully before the holiday spirit ends.
  • Category: Children
  • Views: 19
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