Best Schooldays Poems

Awake, of Muse, the echoes of a day
Long past, the ghosts of mem'ries manifold --
Youth's memories that once were green and gold
But now, alas, are grim and ashen grey.
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You are old, Mrs. Windle, the schoolchildren cried,
and you really are not very cool.
Yet you write and you paint and you teach on the side -
do you think that you should be in school?
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Albert was the only Jewish child in his class,
When he began his schooling in 1885,
In a Catholic school in Munich.
He was just six years old.
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Ooh! Ow! ...I'm a victim! ...I've got a psychic scar! ...

not in my schooldays,
I have to say;
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The smell of crushed mango leaves
Takes me back to more than forty years ago,
To early schooldays,
When little boys in khaki shorts stand
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Sin….
what is it? Is there such a thing?

Is it, would it be, a good thing to have?
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My schooldays-Sheth C.J.High School
Wednesday,28th July 2021

Not at all forgotten
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Ebrahim

I was back in my native village
After, it seemed, many an age.
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I have fond memories of my school days.I can recall the names of a few friends from my primary school days.One of them was Sumana.She knew dancing and it was a rare privilege for a child of our age. Once Sumana danced in a function organized by Durga Puja Committee near our house.I was a bit jealous and wished I could dance like her.But dance teachers were not easily available those days.Later on I participated in many school dramas and realized my dream.

One of the funny event I recall to this day is this:
I was reading in Class-1.A Magic Show was arranged in our School.Our class teacher asked each student to bring 25 paise for the Show to be paid to the Magician.In those days, for a child of my age, getting 5 or 10 paise for our pocket expenses was a big thing.
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The wandering albatross fly far away
From island where he first saw light of day
More than two thousand miles closer to three
He follow ships across the southern sea.
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Two Springs

I have already written in detail about the two monsoons that irrigate our crops. Now I am going to write about the two springs in Kerala, that make our lives fragrant.
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How did Mohandas Gandhi,
A boy terrified of darkness,
Remove the darkness of
A whole nation!
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Most haven't a clue
what to do
here on Earth
to fix our gargantuan plights…
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Melanin is a polymer, most often of
two molecules with very long names,
indolequinone, and dihydroxyindole carboxylic acid,
which are in all of us, affecting
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The playground is humming with the bustling banter
of children, and the atmosphere of
innocence, freedom and youthfulness overwhelms me.
The sun smiles down on them all,
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Days were passing merrily in my schooldays,
But who have heard of what the fortune says…
If I have heard it before, I would take each breath,
Just to live and for nothing else since then till death…
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A childhood friend became foe
In unknown events he makes the excuse
The old good schooldays he forgets
The old charm shown lost for ever
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She did not whine. It was not her kind.
She moaned and I was at loss; just that
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Over the quiet lawn
why this Lawnmower make a big noise?
I cannot hear her chirping
and see the hops.
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I do remember my art teacher a Belle
And really a Goddess; Her fallen hair reached the buttocks
Talking eyes and the pleasant smile that brings flux to a lonely heart.
Still it's a dilemma why she remained as a spinster?
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Having lost my independence
How could I celebrate it
Though I've sewn flags on cockeyed schooldays?
Margins are superfluous in the big centre's book
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I remember, Yes, I remember
The Summer of forty - two
The sirens loud
The guns and bombs
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I knew him in my school days he is a year older than I
And even then he was known as a very clever boy
And to those who know him years later on it came as no surprise
When the famous poet from Cullen won the Whitbread Poetry Prize.
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I look down below, at those big blue eyes,
With comforting words, as he sobbed and cried,
Your a big boy now, starting school today!
Together with friends, have fun and play.
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Wednesday, middle of the week;
Everyone know it is Woden's
Day - do they not?
No indeed, there are very many who do not;
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Why should I make a journey through my memories? But, I can't ignore it.I found so much colours and flavours in those days-yeah-my schooldays! And I feel so sad now because they have all now creeped to the pages of memories! Still I can feel its rhythm, sweetness, brightness, innocence!
And now let me jot down some of its flavours....some shades of my schooldays from my memories....
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British Author and Poet Sir Henry Newbolt
was born in eighteen sixty two, and died
one year prior to the Second World War.
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The bane of my schooldays at Visitation
I thought every time Sister Caroline
called me to the chalkboard
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As I go through my daily grind,
The stress of life within,
I long for all those carefree days,
Of being a child again.
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Joan Hickey I remember from my schooldays though that was more than forty years ago
And she now lives distant from Inchaleigh near Millstreet from those old fields where the Finnow waters flow
She now lives in Clapham in London but she'll return to live
in Inchaleigh one day
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We cannot look into the future in our destiny we do not have a say
And as for the past well that is gone forever we only can live for today
Next week we may be with the reaper in life there is no guarantee
We live on a day to day basis though many with that would never agree.
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In my Schooldays in the fifties he was one I used to know
A stocky blond haired youngster he died just a few years ago
He got married and he lived in Millstreet where his children to adults did grow
Within view of Clara Mountain and near where Finnow waters flow
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I like the rhymes of the old fashioned rhymers the men and women of ballad and song
One can sense the rhythm and music in their verses to the bardic tradition they belong
Though in the twenty first century seen by many as out of fashion reading the rhyming stuff I still enjoy
Easy to understand not esoteric I've loved them since I was a school going boy
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Some say old Mattie takes life far too serious
And that on his tongue there is a constant boil
And others who have known him for six decades
Will tell you they have never seen him smile.
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With other children games he did not play
When they played football he would steal away
To take short walk or rest in shade of tree
He felt happy in his own company.
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Thomas Hall he was a wandering man
And his restless mind forbid him settle down
And in his brief and wanderlust life span
He became well known in many a town.
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As a boy he was not known to be clever one of the dullest in
his primary school
And it has been said that he was one who often sat on the dunce's stool
But he grew up to be a genius to his primary school class mates a surprise
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Read it if you can,
And remind yourself if you will;
Because this message is from a friend far away!
Try to remember our schooldays in Nima,
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Forty words:

Happy together once again
dancing down the leafy lane
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The lines of pupils enter, one by one,
The bell rings out the start of each school day,
For school life is one station of the path,
It colours part of their whole destiny
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Birch trees have taken off their winter clothes
And exposed to the smiling Sun.
I see no raindrops and birds flew in the sky
Some robins chat with the worms on the playground
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*In my schooldays once in the Victoria park in Colombo I met him, an elderly person like a beggar with a heavy book, 'Baghavat Geeta' he holds and his name is Patrick Gabriel....may he rest in peace now! ]


After the storm
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One day I took my Grandpa's 'Damas' pocket watch for repairs
As he complains it goes ten minutes faster and he doesn't want to die soon!
I call him uncle who does watch repairs in his cubicle in the shopping complex.
When I entered I saw he's watching the Sun a long time
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I always thought that Jean La Mare was strange,
Gave me the creeps,
With lank, uncared for russet hair
And eyes with depths and deeps,
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Now my schooldays
were newly faded memories
and work saw me dark morning walk
to a factory full of fumes,
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I analysed the article, 'Try Learn Direct, it's fun! '
Yes, studying is magical and something to be done!
My heart was intent on knowledge, so I'd improve myself -
I proceeded to the College with alacrity and stealth!
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Upon the day that I was born, my Mother gave me life -
A fragile baby so forlorn unused to pain and strife,
Unused to light that shone above, unused to all the glare...
I was her pride and joy to love, forevermore to share...
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The great Poet
Joseph Rudyard Kipling
was born in Bombay
eighteen sixty-five
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Sweet

Schooldays sweethearts fondly remembered,
Well respected people loved by all,
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Life long bottle partner
Feeding bottle at childhood
To Ganga jal(Holy water of river Ganga)
Bottle at deathbed
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She waved as I left her at the gate
I just broke down as she turned away
I hadn't the will to contemplate
She wouldn't have had a thing to say
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Life's most happiest days
No doubt those are the schooldays
Life's most happiest events
Those are the days of friendship
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Memories of my schooldays

The droplets of rain touched forehead
I knew it’s time for me to move ahead
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I once had a question in my old schooldays
But never got an answer, as I never knew to whom I should have asked
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For a few days I was swayed back and forth
With a mixed and a flip flop feeling
I could gain my control again
I decided to inform my family, especially my mom
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I was adopted in my childhood
My father's uncle adopted me
He was landlord, rich but childless
In my schooldays......
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We cannot forget the past -
It's all around us.
Sitting at the platform in Coleraine Station,
The modern diesel locomotive sits at odds
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Happy new Year to friends, old and new,
in the village, in the city,
during childhood, during 2018,
during schooldays, collegedays,
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The time has come,
Everything will totally changed,
From childhood to adult,
From birth to death,
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ANDAMANS MY NATIVE PLACE


These islands aresituated in Bay of Bengal
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In May, emitting the rich fragrance of the acacias are fully blooming,
The school stairs where petals used to fall during my schooldays.
Whene'er the wind blew, they'd fluttered and through the window, coming.
When looking at the painting, it awaken me the many far back memories in old days.
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bankers accountants and lawyers
once a year to cricket they came
back to schooldays long forgotten
to participate in this noble game
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I am not an educated person
People called me a wally
All word pronunciations
Became very hard for me
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I am not an educated person
People called me a wally
All word pronunciations
Became very hard for me
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i am really not the baddest guy
i am not the laziest or the tardiest
i do not have the foulest mouth
i am just an ordinary version of me
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Once babes in arms,
Once tots at play,
Once bright eyed kids,
Once happy schooldays.
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I remember when I was three
My father took me to see the sea
We played in the sand with bucket and spade
And dined on popcorn and lemonade
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Schooldays were those
when on my way back home,
whistling louder than a siren
was on a speedy run.
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They say she had the brightest green eyes.
She was very smart and wise.
She was a child that had great potential.
But, she was restricted because of geography’s residential.
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Summer’s bright beautiful hues

Softly floating pillowing cotton white clouds
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Fifteen
Her eyes stained glass, her hair peroxide blond,
A uniform of blue her schooldays dress,
Shining as the classroom’s lighthouse beacon
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By Stanley Collymore

Everyone: and particularly so those either living in the
United Kingdom or else if resident outside it and
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schooldays
are happily buried
for the immediate future
and eternal durance of summer holidays
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The problems
The worries
We've shared
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Cherry red lips and sherbert dips
With liqourice sticks,

Falling out of trees
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Our first evening in Durban,
It is a full Moon, Venus rising
From the Indian Ocean.
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The first moment when I step onto the train
As if you are already present
The train delivers my body and heart forward.
Fresh green scenes flying behind me
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A baby born and then you grow,
Schooldays next, so you will know,
Childhood, a happy memory,
In a loving family.
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I heard it through the grapevine,
The class of seventy~three.
Are holding a school reunion,
Well they'll no' be seeing me.
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