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ollie Sep 2018
When I was thirteen I finally realized there’s no way I could go to college
Rephrase: There’s one way I could go to college
I’m too talentless to win scholarships
People say I stick out like a sore thumb in a crowd but not enough to be chosen for money
Never enough
When I was twelve I learned that Harvard offers free tuition and dorm to students whose families make less than 100,000 dollars a year
And I laughed
Because I thought that was everyone
Turns out it isn’t
But it sure as **** is me
So I try so hard
Hard enough that I can get into a program there
I realize high school is a competition
We’re ranked for a reason
And I’m starting at the top
I will never let anyone take me down
I can’t afford to
Literally and figuratively
I know it sounds ambitious
I know I sound insane for even thinking I could get into that school
But it’s the only way
So I’m climbing
Climbing
Climbing
And I will never miss a step on the ladder of success
Because I know what it looks like to fall
it’s weird but i would die to get into harvard. it’s an incredible education and they’d pay for my tuition - it’s honestly my only chance at college and i know i’m smart. i know i could do it but it’ll really be hard
Jolan Lade Jul 2018
Sky
I'm spinning in this twisting universe
I'm on an endless adventure between planets
I'm not looking for a home, nor somewhere to roam
I'm not holding a banner, not wearing armour
I'm not climbing a ladder and I do not bring a hammer
All there is to me is my eyes and mind
All there is to me is dawn and rise
Look, somewhere to go
Yan F Apr 2018
--lovers--



       We were
              two steps      
                  shy of love,          
                    first was that              
                                  I gave up                            
                            and the second:                        
                                    you made me            
                                                          stop. ­           


                                                              ­  --strangers--
Bridge the gap man, just bridge the gap.
Nylee Apr 2018
We never took more
never took any less
of our share
for our hunger
when everyone stared
it is rightfully ours.
Long before
we were
the beggars,
When we had nothing
no more,
did millions of tiny chores.
We were wronged
no one shared,
we looked at them
gave them pitiful stare,
we wanted the same care
and now that we
climbed the ladder
we are no better
that we are having
our healthy dinner,
there is someone
rising upper
working under the sun
this summer
and maybe
we were wrong
and someone knew it better.
Nylee Nov 2017
Life ladder is too high,
   snakes rule every step,
      luck dice not on my side
            and I am falling down.
Lars Kadel Mar 2017
The hole in my
roof gives me
the perfect view
of the stars,
let's me connect
all the dots.
My life is a
group of
constellations,
but the ladder
of silence
descends
too far
from the
atmosphere.
Meg Howell Feb 2017
Love and practicality
A ladder leading into a tumbling dryer
Dangerous and blurred

Flowers with roots to hidden caves,
Caves known as the "heart and soul",
Which we keep hidden

A tightripe balanced over the sea,
Inescapable and thrilling
Laura Enright Jan 2017
I left the coast
on a tiny blue and red rowing boat
I left my shoes on the pier
and jumped right in

I row to a beach and look along it
in moonlight
searching for those certain blue eyes
that I only half-remember
but all I see is strangers staring,
why are they sunbathing at night?

I give up, row back to land
the only sound is me pushing water
I struggle up the rungs of the ladder

lose my footing
fall
then suddenly
I don't know
whether I made it up the ladder at all
(after-note: although it's never mentioned in the poem, I hope that it is obvious that this is about a dream. I trust the reader to have picked up on it)
Paul Butters Jan 2017
The generations rumble on,
I know no reason why.
We build our countless tower-blocks,
Reaching to the sky.

Jacob is our newest one.
He’s only two years old.
Who knows what things he’s going to see?
Great nephew who’ll have…great stories to be told.

We saw men land upon The Moon,
For him it will be Mars.
His kids may go much further,
Even to the Stars.

He’s such a cheery chappie,
Chapman his mum’s maiden name!
I hope he will stay cheerful,
Though Life’s a funny old game.

I hope the world gets better,
For him and all his peers.
I’m sure he’ll be a pacesetter,
And not too many tears.

So here’s to futures bright,
For Jacob and the rest.
May there always be plenty of light,
Let’s wish them all the best.

Paul Butters
Jotted down in my diary "Notes" just after 1.30 AM. Jacob Gamble is of course my great nephew. As GM Hopkins said, "Generations have trod,have trod, have trod."
Äŧül Mar 2013
Consider this a caustic remark,

You
behave
as
though
you
won't,
&
You
behave
as
though
you
can't
live,
Without me.

You
Often
Try
To
Soothe
Yourself,
&
You
Usually
Try
To
Calm
Yourself.

But
Actually
You
Need
Me
As
A­n
Escape
From
Your
Apprehensions
About
The
Various
Spiritual
Conc­epts.

So
It's
Just
That
You
Need
Me!
Not knowing that it's me actually who needs you to recognize me
Poem #111
© Atul Kaushal
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