#highschool poems on Hello Poetry

Sky Mar 2016

The high school world is strange,
full of things I just don't understand;

Girls wear dresses to school,
baring their knees in 20-degree weather
How are they not shivering
in their thin little sweaters?

Showing off your underwear
isn't attractive anywhere
So why do the guys insist
on forgetting their belts?

And what is the point
of punishing us all
when one person broke a nose
and another pulled out his phone?

I just don't understand
vanity over comfort
and feeling cool over looking decent
and public over private

It's a strange world here
in high school.

#highschool #why #weirdteens

-- Feb 2016

We used to drive

Our relationship sitting in a car
of a parking lot,
my body tangled in your arms.

Around the country
and your grandfather’s house.

It would rain
a lot
and so,
we would drive.

You used to look away
from the road
and into my eyes.

A cup of coffee
and a squeeze of my thighs.

I used to love you so much,
and now I just drive.

#love #heartbreak #highschool #boys #cars

Elizabeth Feb 2016

What a beautiful thing to have loved,

When you held my hands in your lap
your stare tattoed eyelashes on my wrists,
they're still bleeding.

You used inexpensive words to tell me
you never wanted to make me cry again,
I'm still sobbing.

My soft-petaled wings faded and crushed
as your last kiss fell from your lips to my cheek,
I'm still wilting.

For three months I held up my green-bean spine
with a meter stick, a lifeless statue of sprouting stem,
I'm still dying.

When I called you I know my hair slipped through
the phone speaker, and you could smell my skin,
You're still yearning.

But it's been three years now, and you no longer
care for teenage laughs and the discovery
of thigh and shoulder kisses,

Yet I'm still writing about
what a beautiful thing to have loved,
what a terrible thing to have said goodbye.

Bleeding title. Written off a line prompt, "what a beautiful thing to have loved"

#love #highschool #boyfriend #loss #breakup

Kailee Sometimes Feb 2016

Poetry is Easy

How can you hate poetry?
Its just like music but spoken through words that pour from your tongue.
Emotion that never runs dry.
“Rhymes are cliche and dumb” sprays from your lips,
and I concede... to an extent.
Yes, rhymes can be cages, chains sculpted not from steel
but from writers block and torn thesauruses.
Scrambling to find something to rhyme with drought...
doubt...
trout....
flout?...
in order to make your poem flow like a river.
But rhymes are not stupid.
They can make a poem more clean and polished.
But poems do not need to rhyme.
This was actually the first lesson I learned in my high school creative writing class.
When my teacher told us that I was thrilled.
The chains had been broken... temporarily.
Because poetry is not a simple lullaby,
nor can lullabies be classified as simple.
Art is not simple.
But people like to mock our written art because
“it’s easy” and
“anyone can write a poem”,
which is true.
But how many people can write a poem so painstakingly beautiful that the mere words bring you to tears?
Make you weep like you are again an infant in your mother's arms? Poetry is not easy. But anyone can do it.
As long as they know how to rhyme.

#love #poetry #lies #words #highschool #rhyme #easy #class

hello again Feb 2016

school

let me sleep

#highschool #done

Annie McLaughlin Feb 2016

you made me into who I am

They say high school is the time for finding yourself.

I only found you,
but I think that's enough.

#love #highschool #romance #you

flowerheart Jan 2016

High School Rhyme

Never share your poetry
With people who don’t care
Never talk with those
Whose minds are only halfway there.

Never cram assignments,
Never self-abhor,
Know that if you don’t stand up
Next week they’ll push you more.

Never trust your calculator,
Always have a pen;
That way you can vandalize,
And flee the class again

Do not trust the humans,
Never lie to love,
Listen when they talk to you
But keep your head above.

Inspired by Earnest Hemingway's poem
"never trust a white man..." (i think thats what it's called)

#highschool #simple

Sarah Jessica Reese Jan 2016

Riptide

Glossy lost eyes meet you in the back hallway, your carrying a box to the rehearsal room and she is walking back to grab more.
Alone in the hallway, only seconds before someone will turn the corner and your moment will be a blurry memory of the 300 hall.

¨do you regret it?"She asks, voice like the sound of a mouse, You did that to her. She cant even make eye contact with you. You ruined that friendly relationship between you two.

You were drunk you tell your self, its not your fault.

You did not know that it would ruin her,

and soon its too late, another student is turning the corner, calling her name so he could catch up.

You turn away, and keep walking, and maybe if you had a little more time you could tell her:

Yes I regret it, I regret every day hurting you and ruining our friend ship over a picture. I miss your hazels eyes looking at me while you laugh, I miss it all.

but thats what happens in high school **** love.

I honestly have no idea what I just wrote, I guess its what I would want this boy to say to me right now but its not like that. okay don send nudes girls, just dont.

#love #broken #heart #eyes #highschool #nudes

Brianna Sutterfield Jan 2016

Time.

Started off small.
The world in our hands.
Four years pass.
Like a camera flash.
Boyfriends, parties, now we're in my car.
Road trips, "I'm glad you're my friend".
You're unique and I'm consistent.
I understand you.
You appreciate me.
Soul-mates.
College, drinking, smoking.
I'm in your house with no one home.
Depression, obsession, times are changing.
You're drowning.
Your eyes are clouding.
I'm on the shoreline watching.
I'm throwing rocks like life preservers.
Waiting for you to catch one.
Blinded.
Undecided.
Sitting in the silence.
Waiting.

Mine, please don't steal it <3

#friends #highschool #time #friend #best #soul #college #mate #soulmate #drift

Arvind Krish Dec 2015

Re-union of greater bonds

Some re-unions have a greater story to tell,
Some Friendships are never meant to end,
Some bonds never meant to be broken,

One day
One month
And Twelve Years passed
Since
We first met
we exchanged glances
made the first laugh
did the first prank
got the first punishment
wiped the first tear..

And today when we saw all our faces
we had gone back to that lil' kids
and each moment we spent replicated our years of togetherness..

**Our Family is a legend
And
We are its living traces.

This poem is dedicated to all my friends who have created my school life a miracle. And I thought of writing this on our first re-union. Even a separation of 12 months made us cry and made our bonds deeper.
love you all friends

#love #friends #highschool #separation #family #child #reunion