"syllabus" poems
You fell asleep before I even got my bra off
Giving me a B for half-assed, dreaded, and deadened effort
Mar 26, 2015
Mar 26, 2015 at 12:45 AM UTC
For every night we've spent sitting on loveseats
crying about mistakes and burdens promising to haunt
us for the rest of our under-grad, I could've gotten a humanities
degree two years ago.
Mar 30, 2015
Mar 30, 2015 at 2:07 AM UTC
Some chemical influences are necessary.
Experimentation is mandatory.
Skim the syllabus and you will see,
MDMA is chapter three.
Hemp is the strongest ****
At least that's what I learned in Botany.
Biology came as quite a shock,
When the plants pulled out their *****
English came as such a breeze,
The Diazepam brought poetry bees.
They pollinated the dopamine receptor,
Which greatly impressed my psychology professor.
When the zombies rose for dead weeks droll,
Adderall and Vyvanse kept us cool.
There's always a place in the Union Bathroom stall
To do a dome some Coke before study hall.
Of all the girls in my dorm floor
Roxy and Molly were just next door.
Art history wasn't the most entertaining,
Until Absinth was my painting water.
Finals were such a stress, so I'll admit
We laced our gin shots with Xanex.
College was an experience, I'll admit,
But Chemistry got me on the DEAn'S list.
Mar 6, 2013
Mar 6, 2013 at 2:20 AM UTC
The sun awakens
And i do too
Should i study today?
Or just hulla boo?
Need to finish my syllabus
But it is so monotonous
To learn it word by word
I'd rather eat ****
Oct 18, 2013
Oct 18, 2013 at 1:59 PM UTC
I.
This year I've done nothing remarkable,
because that wasn't on my syllabus.
But,
I did learn how to make conversation
with an empty locker,
because you weren't one of the students
who'd had gone off on Exchange.
II.
This year I've done nothing worth remembering,
because my timetable had no place for memories.
But,
I did learn how to inject meaning
into moments were there were none,
because you weren't one of the poems
in my last English paper.
III.
This year I've done nothing for my soul,
because I'm just a candidate number.
But,
I did learn how to learn how my examiners
think. Past papers are the future,
and you aren't one of those questions
that I'll get full marks for again.
IV.
And this year,
time will pass itself,
killing everything
but my memories,
but my final grades.
V.
And this year,
time will have passed itself,
having killed everything.
Even my memories.
Even my final grades.
VI.
As everything
becomes everything again,
the year next;
with another you,
with another syllabus.
Dec 30, 2014
Dec 30, 2014 at 12:43 PM UTC
Her body language
Had me reading her lips
like a syllabus
May 31, 2020
May 31, 2020 at 10:27 PM UTC
Tuesday night Adderall highs
Strung out on sleepless Spotify
Mar 25, 2015
Mar 25, 2015 at 3:05 PM UTC
I don't believe in God.
I believe in dark skinned girls
That scream Leviticus at the two
Teenagers on my second bus home.
I believe in my mother heaving
Her woes while my father
Tells me to change the channel and
Stop being so bad at life, as though
Theres a syllabus I never studied which
Teaches you that the expensive apples
Are the sweetest and the 60c ones
Will leave a bitter taste in your mouth.
I believe that you can be bad at math
But good at physics because you know
That a stone thrown from x will weigh c
And therefore get to y within k amount
Of time.
Y being you and c being me, naturally.
I believe that chewing on foil is bad
For your mouth but is a stress reliever
For all the times that your work has
Been ripped up and then thrown
Back at your face, as if symbolising
Your entire eduction.
I believe that there is a light at the
End of this tunnel but you've got to
Hold my hand while we feel the walls
For a switch.
Click.
May 24, 2013
May 24, 2013 at 9:33 AM UTC
A rose is active in the storm,
Its smell is an unexplainable redolence
It thrives to flourish.
A rose will wither away
inside a crystal vase or on firm ground.
A liquid substance is necessary to live and to rise,
just like He rose.
I wish to know the first time you blushed.
I wish I were there to pick you up when you fell as a child for the first time, and leaves fell to the ground.
I wish I were there the moment petals where stripped away from your body.
I wish to see you speak with radiant tenderness.
Your words and syllabus pierced through doors,
doors that were permanently locked in the heart of stone.
Meanwhile, I am just an ovule wishing to respond in a corollary way that slowly grows in a dark world
but like you rose
I will rise.
Feb 20, 2018
Feb 20, 2018 at 1:04 PM UTC
Love, faith and forgiveness principal are in
Christian school. Torrid anger thou must flay
While it's still displaying on the eastern tray
Ere its set on the *** laude of thy sterling
Prize. The other meek cheek of thine turn--
Though tough--to him that seek thy burn.
Gladly go not one but twain miles with
Him that bid thee. Distribute cheerfully
To widows cream bread and wine; the needy
And orphans--whether you're rolling in it--
Never neglect, and make no open show
Of thy charity: its trumpet do not blow.
Make mammon thy master nay. Believe
The Bible though you cannot It fathom
Out--the Spirit thy heart will guide. Kingdom
Eternal chiefly pursue; to goodness cleave.
Both parents and priests honour, and men
In authority obey. Keep the Lord's pen.
Fast and pray, playing not to the gallery.
In heaven's safe thy treasure store, where
Robbers and rust have no access nor share.
For worldly wants, soul, never you worry--
Jehovah-Jireh above knows thy very need,
Who gives in season due to the sower seed.
Salt and light on earth be. Thy righteousness
The Pharisees' must exceed. All differences
Reconciled, lest thy balance draws offence
By heaven's audit. Loincloth of faithfulness
Wrap. At a lady be weary to leer, and thy
***** bridle. To God thy heart wholly tie.
The log in thine own eyes first remove
Afore thy brother's speck you see. Grudge
Not but ask, seek and knock. Don't judge.
Such measure from others expect to them give--
Golden rule. Strive to enter in at the narrow
Gate: the rough, rugged road to the end follow.
Apr 20, 2014
Apr 20, 2014 at 7:34 AM UTC
Teenage
From Considering our family members as our family
To considering facebook , Instagram and whatsapp as our family
Teenage has created differences in our families.
From crying over lost pencils and pens
To crying over fake people and friends
Teenage has given us some major teachings and lessons.
From completing assignments on time
To requesting for some extra time
Teenage has made us forget the value of time.
From making time to watch our favourite TV shows
To hardly getting time to watch any show
Teenage has made our lives a puppet show.
From carrying a bag full of books to school
To carrying only one book to look cool
Teenage has given us it's own defination of how to become cool.
From saving money in our piggy banks
To making Zero balance in our banks
Teenage has made us apart from our lovely piggy banks.
From dying to go to family get togethers
To finding excuses to avoid these get togethers
Teenage has separated us from our lovely get together.
From having a huge friend circle
To having only a genuine friend circle
Teenage has taught us the value of having a good friend circle.
From completing syllabus a month before exam
To opening syllabus a night before exam
Teenage has ruined the results of our exams.
Oh Teenage !
Oh Teenage! You are incredibly incredible,
But please be safe to us so that we too can become Incredible.
It's a fun to enjoy your loving years,
But please make sure that you won't left us in tears.
Our journey with you will always be remembered ,
Afterall You are a phase to be always remembered.!!
Jan 5, 2019
Jan 5, 2019 at 12:14 PM UTC
Syllabus for a Summer Day
Awaken with the sun, and while thin mist
Slinks eerily across the fields, step out -
Labor across the dewy grass, near ripe
For the second cutting of summer hay
The lesson for today is clearing brush
Along the fence lines of both fields and life
The attendance check is for needed tools:
Old gloves, old boots, old saw, and fresh new verse
Awaken with the sun, honor the day
With work and play to earn a grade of A
Alternative Syllabus for a Summer Day
Ignore the stupid sun; go back to sleep
Reject the chatter of the alarming beep
And waken at a reasonable Christian hour –
Oh, ten will do; earlier is so sour!
Then bathrobe-shuffle to the coffee ***
See what is on the news, or maybe not
And scratch and yawn and look around to see
That nothing has changed since last night at three
Ignore all work; just stick it on the shelf
And for my grade, I’ll happily take an F!
Jul 18, 2018
Jul 18, 2018 at 4:04 PM UTC
In the glass hours of morning
I am back in the lecture hall
With my uniform, bag and everything
Amid the class teacher’s frenzied roll call.
Roll no.9 she shouts out
I’m here ma’am no doubt
Me she gives a grim look
I hide my face in a book.
She rises with duster and chalk
I force on myself a silence
Pretending to hear her talk
Holding onto my brittle patience.
She goes on and on and on
Her babbles pouring like rain
Soon my defenses are all gone
Staying awake becomes a burden.
I get away into my dreamland
Far from the stiffness of rules
Where I dance holding the fairy’s hand
And there are no syllabus and schools.
My dream is so cute and cool
A freedom of endless peace
Till my ears feel the stinging pull
You’re sleeping? Shouts the Miss!
May 2, 2013
May 2, 2013 at 2:29 AM UTC
Tuesday lasses
we all have classes
get up and go
there’s no time to waste
join the flow
there’s no reason to wait
everyone’s hustling
coffee guzzling
bus shuttling
paper shuffling
syllabus assessing
apple-watch checking
there’s a fall-like feeling
making things more appealing
file off of the bus
and join the crush
trudging up science hill
thru the doors up the stairs
climbing in pairs,
in class, at last,
setup and relax.
I open my binder
and hand in the assignment
the guy beside me can’t find it.
and the TA moves on
the guy’s upset and I get it
he’s frantic and grim
I pretend I’m not watching him
as he ransacks his rucksack
too late, they’re taking roll
carelessness takes its toll
Sep 19, 2023
Sep 19, 2023 at 12:23 PM UTC
Here it comes, again, the busy time for easy goers
Have to keep heads inside the books, and minds at rest
Rest is not an option, options are yet to be explored
Explore your mind, as you walk through the syllabus
Syllabus has sections A, B, C, D, and E
E for easy, go elsewhere
Else, difficult to get through
Through hard work comes knowledge, through the syllabus
Syllabus being covered , meanwhile, time flows like water
Is essential for slaking thirst
Thirst of knowledge, with search and judgement
Judging capabilities, as I walk through the syllabus
|AB|
May 21, 2015
May 21, 2015 at 11:40 AM UTC
We discuss the darkness of humanity in class.
It's enlightening.
Mar 30, 2015
Mar 30, 2015 at 2:10 PM UTC
I have angered The Poetry God!
Who?
The one who decided if my diction is any good, if it has the proper flow...
rhyming, timing ...I don't know!
I'm really having a hard time figuring out what he wants
It's not like there's a syllabus
telling us girls what to do
I love him and he should love me back too...right?
Unconditionally...of course.
All the while...I am deeply tapping these aging poetic veins
racking my sometimes scrambled poetic brain
releasing unbridled passions, truth the agony....yes
... unending PAIN!"
all the while pretending
to be just the slightest bit sane!
What does that even mean?
I'm exasperated!
and yes....
I'm sure he'll say
It's all because of my
"Dysfunctional Behavior" isn't it?
I can't seem to get out of my own way?
wait....
what's so great about him again?
There's not much else
I can tell you my friend
other than
that *****
for him....
you might be a "missed fit" to him
but he's the one missing out
on you being AWESOME!!!"
"Emmmm hmmmm you know it girl"
Cherie Nolan© 2016
Aug 24, 2016
Aug 24, 2016 at 6:48 PM UTC
There’s a feeling called
the drifting force
that makes you want
to shift your course
and find a better vector
on boring study nights.
They’re so many things
a girl starts missing,
like hugging, dancing
and oh, yes kissing,
when she lets a dry syllabus
control her life.
After several hours
of intensive reading,
your intuition is that
what you’re needing,
is something we’ll
politely call ‘delights’.
But you make the almost
painful choice
and factor out your inner voice
and you pick up yet another book
and not a boy,
because, you see - it’s really
a necessity, not a choice.
Sep 13, 2023
Sep 13, 2023 at 7:32 PM UTC
Yesterday I had sweet dreams and sweet memories
The liquor that I drank wished away those bad memories
Hadn’t smoked in a while so one of my demons is fixed
I brought a plane trip to heaven because life’s a trip
My sweet love became a demon in disguise
If I was sick she wouldn’t give me breath to stay alive
Still I feel deserted but blessed in all ways
Reminiscing of me and my brother chilling in the hallways
Yesterday you were alive and I could tell you my deepest secrets
Even at your bed side you would sit up just to hear it
Yesterday I was just at your mother house for Sunday dinner
Today I feel lonely heartbroken & disfigured
See everything I went through had a times and places
There’s a syllabus and syllables with a whole lot of face
Still the smell of soul food was better than an old dude
And the laughter we shared can’t compare to anything boo
My love now is the equivalent of a ****** in a trash can
Looking through it trying to find its next meal man
Yesterday happiness filled the air
Now today it’s like no one’s there
My aunt told me never settle choose the best
Shorty committed surgery on me straight cut my heart out of my chest
Now I’m left with this empty hole
In the clubs, no dimes, just hoes
Never cheated, but the seduction on the plate
Had me stir crazy going crazy for days
Then yesterday came that’s when I learned the truth
I became a unregistered gun in the hand of a criminal who isn’t afraid to shoot.
Jan 29, 2014
Jan 29, 2014 at 9:41 PM UTC
"Take a throne, we're all royalty here"
Said the Master of Ceremonies to The Peeping Tom, The Spokesperson, The Wretch and The One Man Band
He pulled out the syllabus
It said that each of his colleges must fulfill a duty if they wanted membership into this social club
The One Man Band had to seek out a impudent amputee, a touchy nomad and give them brochures to a day spa
The Spokesperson was asked to to find his inner child, his feminine side and his sensitive side while making good conversation with Arch Duke Franz Ferdinand and ask him why he holds a grudge against Bosnia
The Wretch was given the task to sell Avon products to those who looked like death warmed over and sway their urges to burn their candles at both ends
Lastly, the Peeping Tom was told to teach the languid, rough and tumble lipid worshiping people the number line then pass out pamphlets on healthy living
After reviewing their work and the rubric, the Master of Ceremonies congratulated them, they were in
"You will all now be a part of history, figures on this brotherhood's timeline; you fit the bill!"
They all got up as the Wretch footed the bill and went on to go wassailing
-Tommy Johnson
Jul 4, 2014
Jul 4, 2014 at 1:17 PM UTC
You see this secret side of me
Something I was never meant to be
With you I tried so hard to save this sacred place
But never getting there is my disgrace
Sometimes I feel like you’re watching me move
In and out but always and never to soothe
I wish I were lazy enough to do what I want
But alas I can never catch the ‘punt’
Syllabus to dexterous minus the outstanding wit
Equals my life with you and why I have this need to quit
Nov 27, 2011
Nov 27, 2011 at 2:01 AM UTC
This teacher has it all figured out
There is only right and wrong
No shades of grey
One syllabus to rule them all
The mellow sunrise
With colours dancing between yellow and orange
Seems muffled and grey
From a classroom window
Skipping stones
Bouncing marbles
Drumming on pots
Drumming on buckets
They say,
That the teacher learns more from the students..
Then why don't the students lead the class?
This melody that he's drank
Runs in his veins all day.
And every morning,
A new melody runs.
The melody blinds his eye,
As he enters class
And shall be with him when he leaves,
The day's studies already forgotten.
Memorizing lines,
Inking notebooks,
Drumming on desks
Drumming on desks
The afternoon sun
With dancing sun rays and brightness
Seems inviting and warm
When leaving the class
Running out as soon as the bell rings
Jumping with his friends,
It's a long journey home for him
And he has a long song for the road.
Dec 9, 2014
Dec 9, 2014 at 3:34 PM UTC
Let's look at religion
A barley arguable opinion
An iffy position to hold on a poorly written legend
Playing pretend, a doctrine based in fiction
It's a belief
It can be helpful with grief
It can offer something resembling relief
But there's no being above or beneath
It's only a story
Meant for guiding, not setting morality
A children's book with adult vocabulary
Not to be taken seriously once you've learn about the tooth fairy
This is ridiculous
This fictitious alpha and omega business
An impossible for anyone to follow syllabus
Why haven't we moved on from the preposterous?
If it helps...fine
Use it, let it consume all YOUR time
I'm tired of having to remind YOUR kind
That's YOUR truth, NOT mine
©2023
Dec 29, 2023
Dec 29, 2023 at 3:43 PM UTC
A countdown pronounce peace
How you ever watch a butterfly sing?
Possibly the eyelid seeks redemption through a twilight
Pressure points incubate the seriousness of forgiveness
The world turns a page inside the pain of child lost in the wind
Predictions cause traditions unveil reality
The standard finally arrived, stronger manuscript of heaven
Passion between solaces came through a whisper
The host intrigues by the road,
Feathers contemplate the last breath from a princess
Seeking the life missing from childhood
Sadness embraces winds blowing a symphony of passion
Time stood with expectation of retreat to my realm
Since I was invincible, the harpoon crosses the finish line
The lighthouse watches the fire rise through thoughts of Indecency,
A collaboration of hands holds the secret of sadness
I can still hear the wind crying out to the heavens
Forcing myself to sleep from a nightmare brewing in the air
Crystal clear the night unveil my nakedness
Sitting beside the moon, where did I leave her heart?
Inside reside the yearning desire of reaching for the stars
Granted a syllabus with sharp edge pointing at the sun
Transparency holds my hand
Walk behind A shield derailing
stray bullet from piercing my shamefulness
The life of unsung heroes, the reality of dreams can be overwhelming
Right after the door is shout, slowly descent a crucial impression of truthfulness
Bring back that cat eye’s steering at my rear view mirror
Exactly at the right moment
I open my soul…
Rony Joseph all rights reserved 2010
Jul 5, 2010
Jul 5, 2010 at 2:42 PM UTC
the syllabus of the balcony
continues
the black-blossom just beneath your chick
can’t be extinguished
the waves
that are moving with their own axes
smile to the eyes
to make me more adult
the water of the flow tide
works for the whole day
at the end of the day it carries to home
five grains of the buds of the lotus
to maintain livelihood
the dew-drops
accumulating in the womb of the poetry
also want to change some warmth
riding on the football of 2-30 at night
the vermillion of the full-moon
on your forehead
all on a sudden
takes a sip
in the fishing-net of the tennis-man
Sep 10, 2010
Sep 10, 2010 at 5:49 PM UTC