"valedictorian" poems
Some people think that they have the right
To go throughout life pointing out imperfections
Everyone has their own flaws,
But people need to think and realize: I am the perfect me
I might not be a Barbie doll
I might not have perfect hair
I know my body is not ideal
Sometimes it just isn’t fair
I might not be the brightest girl
Sometimes I struggle in school
I might not be Valedictorian
But I’m sure not a fool
I know I am the Perfect Me
I might not be the most athletic
Sports might just not be my thing
I won’t always get first place
But in a competition, the best is all I bring
I might not be the perfect daughter
Sometimes I speak my mind
Some days I’ll admit I’m a little lazy
But I have never gotten behind
I am the perfect me
I am not the most organized girl
Some days it’s a balancing act to get everything done
Some days it would be so easy to give up
But I know sticking to it will pay off in the long run
I am not the most valued girl
Some days it’s as if I weren’t there
I am not always the one they go to
But nevertheless they still care
I am not the most popular girl in the school
Nor do I have the favored styles
I might not have the best ideas
But with individuality by my side, I can go miles
I am the perfect me
I might not have the best self esteem
I don’t walk with my nose in the air
I will admit, your words do hurt
But I try my hardest to realize, I shouldn’t care
As you can see I have my flaws
I am not afraid to be one from the crowd
Some days I feel a bit insecure
But I have every right to be proud
Shoot me down
But I will only stand higher
Tell me I am wrong
And that I don’t belong
And I have one thing to say, I am the perfect me
Tell me? Is anyone perfect?
Does anyone have the right to judge?
I know I am far from perfect
But I will continue to stay strong
We have all either been on one side of the story
Being bullied or the bullier
And I want to ask you, what made you feel good?
About telling someone their not good enough?
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All of us have fought our own battles
And some of them have been lost
We have all had our bad times and struggles
But still we only stand stronger
Be a hand when someone has fallen
Be a shoulder to cry on when someone’s upset
You never know how much it can help them
Or how much they need it in the end.
I only stand stronger when you say those things
My scars only seal open wounds
They are within my sheet of armor
One that I’ll never undo
White, black, Hispanic
Blue, brown, green or hazel
Short, tall, thin, thick
We are all beautiful
Love me or hate me
Judge me or criticize
Blinded by seeing
Only what’s on the outside
Everyone in this world is imperfect,
Everyone is a shining star cocooned, ready to fly
Everyone has their own flaws, even though some want to deny,
The next time someone tries to point out your flaws, tell them, bold and strong
I am no less than the perfect me!
Jun 24, 2014
Jun 24, 2014 at 10:34 AM UTC
Have you heard about our tennis player?
She is our first singles slayer,
She can serve and she will probably hit you with an ace,
She is impossible to replace.
She can be the sweetest girl you have ever met,
Before the game starts, we shake hands by the net,
But do not try to mess with her when she is playing the tennis game,
She could hit you with her racquet’s frame.
But let me tell you about this girl:
She can easily win the game,
Not only with her smart brain,
But also with her skills that will surely get her to the hall of fame.
If you ever see her around,
She never has a frown,
She will gladly give you a smile,
But do not forget to slowdown and take a look at her style.
You might recognize the girl,
It’s the one with the awesome curls,
You will see her around these halls,
And her pictures will be hanging on the walls.
She is our proud valedictorian,
She will forever be victorious,
One of our most outstanding students,
Oh what a big inspiration but she is clueless!
This journey has been tremendous,
So let me give a shout out to tennis,
Is the sport that brought us together,
I could not ask for anything better.
Now looking back at the place we were,
Only makes me cherish every moment I spent with her,
I will always be thankful for every advice,
That has helped us reach our own paradise.
The best I wish for her career aims,
I hope to see her in the Olympic games
And be the player she wishes to become,
I am a proud friend to see how far she has come.
I never thought I could be this close to her,
Nobody else I would prefer,
To say a “see you later”, at the end,
What a big blessing to call her one of my best friends!
Aug 20, 2017
Aug 20, 2017 at 7:39 PM UTC
Hers was the first face I found
freshman year at FSU.
I'll always remember that garish orange and green gator shirt,
and pin with the picture of a bulldog,
hanging from a noose.
I thought, oh Jeez, she's got school spirit,
and I shuddered at the image,
of cheerleaders, and sports stars, recieving preferential treatment,
but my first impression was far from the mark.
She had a smile for miles and eyes to match.
And a laugh that could shatter a frown.
And she laughed any chance she got.
The few pictures I have left of her,
she is laughing and smiling in each...
That big toothy smile,
and that magical laugh...
I remember the first time she kissed me.
I was playing my guitar on campus,
back when everybody did it,
not just pretentious **********
trying to show off.
She came up behind me,
and did the old hands over the eyes routine,
and of course I knew her voice immediately.
She turned my head and kissed me,
for the first time,
and I could hear the whispering,
and feel everyone's eyes on me,
and it felt pretty **** good.
How I wished someone had snapped a picture,
for the FSView, with the caption
" Future valedictorian kisses scruffy hippy freshman.
Entire student body baffled."
I was baffled.
She was the talk of the campus,
she spoke her mind always,
and she was active all over the campus,
doing this and that.
I asked her one day,
"Why do you make your life so complex,
when do you rest?"
and she said
"My life used to be complex, because I made it that way.
But believe it or not, with all I do around campus,
really my life is simple and fun. If I didn't love what I am doing
I would stop Will. Life is too short for complexity."
I laughed, and I thought to myself,
this woman is more complex than she lets on.
We went out for my entire freshman year,
but she graduated my sophmore year,
and she got a job in London, and she moved away that summer.
I said I would visit...I never did..
She said she would write...she did, once,
to tell me she was getting married,
she even invited me, but of course I didn't go..
She enclosed a photo of her and her fiance,
and it was clear what she saw in him..
he had a smile almost as big as hers,
and of course she was smiling too..
Of all the images burned into my memory
that picture is the one that hurts me most.
I wrote back, wishing her luck, and I told her I couldn't come,
I never heard from her again, but I prayed that night,
that he would treat her right, and if he took away her smile,
I prayed he would suffer, until he put it back.
Every time I close my eyes, I see that picture...
that smile...
I hope she's smiling, even as I write these words.
Aug 30, 2012
Aug 30, 2012 at 10:11 AM UTC
Consort shadows
Nakedly romping to mirage of sunset sun
Celestial beings encountered
By druid's they've just begun
They dance around the stonehenge
Whilst speaking and chatting verses
They've left the inner world
Trampled the duney surface
They write upon those stones
Ogham scripted writing
Leaving marks amongst moss
Their heaviness of sweat inviting
Though one cameth from Spain
A foreigner to the stonehenge barbarian
Her moonlight giveth him warmth
On the shores of valedictorian!!!!
Jun 25, 2015
Jun 25, 2015 at 2:59 PM UTC
Stretchy sticky tape can be used for plenty
like preventing loose lips from spilling secret information
make 'em taste adhesive next time they lick crackly mouths
serve as a reminder of the importance of person-person confidentiality.
Some just can't keep a good story in their head
which is why they shout
and beg for the forgiveness of their unpopular ways
I love all these outcasts
because I feel I should, as do many others
they want to feel like good people
holy
and sometimes you find
you do enjoy the company of the strange
and I find
that I thrive on absurdity and being a ******
because it's exhausting to try to be normal
so you just act a fool and laugh
because you love to read about politics and physics
and you still enjoy
being un-sober
though it isn't apparent to all because you aren't so obvious
(except now)
and you know roughly who you are
at least have some ideas as to who you aren't,
you aren't a princess or an athlete,
you're not valedictorian, not perfect
just a humble little ****** with birds for brains
flying out of your ears
a whole flock of 'em
chirping away eating worms
early in the morn'
just insane in the dark.
Jun 2, 2012
Jun 2, 2012 at 10:32 PM UTC
My living disposition leads me to assert that I am not dead!
Yet, my silence screams ancient transcriptions across geographical contour lines which are considered to be far removed from the metaphorical grid of contemporary societal norms, where the seductions of the vampyre and her haunting dynamics cast their eerie spells within this captivating fishbowl of galloping horses.
The Prince of Wallachia is able to explain.
Let us converse with The Count.
Whenever there is emphasis upon specific detail in this age of certain vanity, I find that, in 1456, I am truly bereft of valedictorian and flamenco odours, because this royal prince of acoustic arrangement has generated a harmonious expression which humbly corrects my intrapersonal assumptions across the mountainous regions of Transylvania.
Conflict resolution is therefore a mere figment of sociological and anthropological constructs, which fornicate with the façade of egocentrism and fabricates vain attempts to maintain social elitism within a blanket of darkness.
How do we find ourselves in the position of being so diametrically opposed to reality?
Dec 11, 2015
Dec 11, 2015 at 12:47 AM UTC
Hey Yalie, Diurnal Rituals Yield the Best Poetry
A Yalie jogs before dawn, her senses being exercised,
semi-aware there’s layered poetry out there and it must
be retrieved, for the eyes observe the diurnal arousing of the day,
and this too, must be recorded, part of the ordered duties of living, as the skin cells shed sweat droplets and
words of living, parcels of breathing, a diary of notations,
to educate the brain in ways and things that
professors cannot teach…
every sense operative, interactive, sound off neurotic synapses,
are acrackling, as you lay out the day ahead, calendar and
assignment checks, but the senses don’t care
about that
trivial minutiae of living
nope
the words are now coming fast and you hope your best that
you will retain, retrain the memory to savor save, those
combos of images encapsulated in new word combinations,
that are yours alone, unique, proving to no one but
yourself, that education, science et. al. is a seeded embryo &
you the valedictorian of birth commencement ceremony
so put them trainers on,
and by dawning daylight you are awondering,
now becoming a pondering, and the
question never spoke aloud but oft posed,
is this, this is,
this is why I exist,
and
my identity?
***I am an institution in my own right,
in my own write.***
Saturday Nov 4
8:01am
nyc
Nov 4, 2023
Nov 4, 2023 at 8:12 AM UTC
I'm a valedictorian not a *****
Each to their own, but really you should start thinking.
My ****** does not make me different, but my brain has a weird way of thinking.
It does not change the game,
****** me then maybe in football you could actually clutch me.
Say I can't make a difference I say pshh just watch me.
Sweetie I'm here to tell you that your beauty fades.
You're not Marilyn Monroe! Your smile won't be engraved.
All women use their vaginas, but how many use their brains?
How many have their own wants and peeves?
Or do you like it because it appeals male?
Dress up all you want! You will still feel the same pain.
After all is said and done...
You really think you'll look the same?
Sagging skin and a trembling voice don't you wish you behaved?
Touching boys and making noise, left you in an empty room with sorrow and pain.
Meanwhile someone else's room is extremely full while a maids cleaning, How do you think they paid?
Theyres always gonna be females that look better but brains are all but different.
So lately has anyone used it cause girls keep looking the same?
So listen to my warning and stop this raid, boys will be boys and love is obviously over rated.
Focus on education and then you will say 20 years later when life goes smoothly by, this is the poem that you will idolize.
Jun 30, 2015
Jun 30, 2015 at 11:15 AM UTC
a day in the life: valedictorian at the school of hard knocks,
already committed to humdrum state university--full scholarship
she laces up her shoes, buttons her top, ever so slightly to balance
the constant feeling in the pit of her stomach
like that of a roller coaster moments before the big drop
each car horn and bird chirp plays into a miserable melody
raining down upon her withered teenage face like ashes of anxiety
burn-holes her already tattered clothes until they resemble swiss cheese
she breathes heavily.
each step is a hurdle,
each word a quarrel,
each conversation an uphill battle
every potential relationship another personal waterloo
dimples and straight teeth mask the dread coursing within her skull
just as her long sleeves and wristbands hide the things she shouldn't do
her body lackluster and tired, as if she hadn't slept for days
or maybe just worn from escaping the holes she finds herself in daily
or from her Jackson Pollock-esque arm motions when she splatters paint
because she thinks she can never paint else anything right
she opens the door with her right hand
her left hand remains in a fist, squeezing tight
her sweaty palms make holding the door a challenge
but it's best that she not let go.
Jul 3, 2015
Jul 3, 2015 at 6:07 PM UTC
Faster pedal gas
Rev your engine loud spirit
Break loose the chain hold
Sixty flat
Five seconds faster
Left dead locked
Wobble
Unstable
Axle
Nails glass knife
Slash a tire pop
Passenger seat
Three deaths on Oak Road
Valedictorian dead
Terrible the loss
Oct 1, 2013
Oct 1, 2013 at 3:49 PM UTC
He has so much more than I could ever have.
He's got the looks, the girl, the money, the car, the scholarship.
What do I have?
Smokers lung and more than a few scars.
His future is golden while mine is cold and dark.
He is so much more than I could ever be.
He's the quarterback, the life of the part, the valedictorian, the nice guy.
What am I?
The wise guy, the teacher's nightmare, the guy on the sidelines, the ****
He is a golden boy and I am dark and cold.
"I'm a mountain that has been moved
I'm a fugitive that has no legs to run
I'm a preacher with no pulpit
Spewing a sermon that goes on and on"
Aug 5, 2012
Aug 5, 2012 at 9:54 PM UTC
A colorless rainbow in a sky of imagination,
a camera-less tourist on a summer vacation.
A cloud without rain, but a sky without sunshine,
a constellation for admiration for a blind man's cloud nine.
A stemless flower in a competitive ecosystem,
the prey born with one leg, the predator without any eyes.
... a chaotic compromise.
A mannequin selling fashion and deadly sins,
a homeless man searching through trashcan bins.
A chalkboard without a budget, a teacher without hope,
the Valedictorian hanging from a rope.
It's just mental complexity like congested New York city,
daily traffic jams with mental crams, and I don't take pity.
Flash flood warning, a fair reason to vent.
Drowning those who don't appreciate how much time I have spent.
Tears of a stranger, throw me some lemons and a stand,
time to sell drama out in the front yard to prove that the supply isn't up to its demand.
Blurred vision, bullet proof heart, it's just a decision, it's time to start.
Appreciating a rainbow in a storm of dark rage,
the pessimistic cold skin attached to a fairy tale sage.
Mar 4, 2015
Mar 4, 2015 at 6:57 AM UTC
I'm following the red pig
ziggety zag
i can smell her blood **** & ***
whipped and wet
thick as jelly
bouncy bouncy
belly gut trampoline
oodles up **** hole bazooka
her mind lavishly corrupt
nothing pained her but emptiness
her soul a poem of lust's dissolution
so give it
my red hot pig *****
gag hag
**** bag
valedictorian of kisses
i love the sweat wet
cascading dark waters
that run so raw
your lunch the history
of projectile salad and pizza
over glistening ***** and thighs
the ********* knows
pain is not punishment
but pleasure
spawned by unfulfilled intentions
i like it when you close your eyes
you appear so blameless
i pray looking up to your ******
that yields its delicate shade of feeling
like a bomb
blinkity blink puddle and squeeze
come my love for a frantic ****
and flapping jowls
on the frig of treasure
in the land of dungeons and ******
i bay at your ankles for attention
and a toe to kiss
many wish they lived here
especially the love sick
from whom all is withheld
i know i owe you tenderness
meet you in the bathroom
for a midnight date
where gawking tongues putter
inhaling White Widow Cheese
bound in straps and wide
for a lady business nose dive
neck bone lassoed
mouth gaping
like a twisted black coat hanger
shes out of her rolling marbles
ready to ****
boogie woogie raw
in broken maiden paradise
lovely beast of submission
she wobbles
dead cat bounce
Oct 15, 2020
Oct 15, 2020 at 12:06 PM UTC
Who made them valedictorian,
those keepers of the word-banks,
more concerned with righteousness
than with the art
we oh so love,
pointing fingers
with a million pointing back.
And we,
we keepers of the faith,
writing words,
writing lines,
writing stanzas or not,
scribbling & scrawling
bits & pieces
of our fervent-hearts,
exposing ourselves
to the masses,
truly naked
for all ages,
for an eternity of readers,
feeding our souls
for those perusers
who might want to know
or forgot
what it is like
to live (again).
Like I f'ng said.
who made them valedictorian,
them f'ing poetry police.
Jul 7, 2014
Jul 7, 2014 at 4:42 AM UTC
there are many things more important than those good grades we all strive for
like a healthy mental state
and friends
and good character
i could be my school's valedictorian,
but it wouldn't matter
when i killed myself
you could be a genius rocket scientist,
and still make this world
a worse place
you could grow up
and make millions of dollars
but have no one
to share it with
and be terribly,
terribly sad
so if you wake up on monday morning and your head is too heavy to lift, darling, stay in bed
stay in bed
for life is more important than letters
Sep 28, 2014
Sep 28, 2014 at 6:37 PM UTC
Who made you
the valedictorian of pain,
is mine any less?
Mumbling true-confessions
in the darkness,
pathways to
my broken heart,
with yours lying
in fields of
similar circumstances.
And yet,
we seek romance,
instant success,
gratification to feel,
to feel anything,
anything to be real,
real again,
knowing the depths
of despair.
Dec 20, 2013
Dec 20, 2013 at 7:04 AM UTC
Head of the class
Valedictorian
Getting knocked up
In a Delorian
She's so sweet
Californian
Don't eat no meat
Vegitarian
But it's all over now
Yes it's all over now
You're made of glass
she sees right through you
She's the head of the class
knowledge never mattered to you
and it's all over now.
Feb 6, 2014
Feb 6, 2014 at 4:12 PM UTC
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Fire in the hills
The soul comes awake
The lynched ***** lives !
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AMERICA
Land of the demeaned
And home of the depraved
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HAVE YOU READ THE CONSTITUTION
RECENTLY ?
The tea ****** asked the illiterate high school valedictorian
He muttered something in Chinese and was gone
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The child was crying
The church had fallen down
On his head
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Ready !
Little one I love you
The 1000 names of god
Jun 11, 2014
Jun 11, 2014 at 3:32 PM UTC
In stately conclave met 1, each in his chair
The board of school trustees arrange their notes
And after an approved, appropriate prayer
They nod in their wisdom, then “aye” their votes
Entrusted with the dear, sweet children’s learning
With attendance down and the taxes up
The trustees feel a deep and mystical yearning
To make your child p*ss in a plastic cup
History, literature – what need of these?
(Make sure the valedictorian pees)
1 Chesterton
Oct 10, 2018
Oct 10, 2018 at 7:30 AM UTC
Jealousy, what a nasty thing. I was asked to describe it.
Jealousy is when another little girl takes your doll. It's the first time you have a crush, and you see another kiss him on the playground. It's when you look at the other girls and compare yourself. You simply cannot stand to be in your own skin. You want, no, need to be them, to be like them, to be with them.
Jealousy is when you're never quite good enough. There's always that smart kid that shows you up in class, always someone with better grades. When you were almost valedictorian, but someone else got it by one fourth of grade point.
It's when you fall in love and you watch them walk away. It's never enough. The summer before college and your high school sweet heart is going out of state for college, and so are you, but somewhere else. You never thought you could be jealous of place.
It's when you're with your friends and they don't listen to you talk, and they don't notice when you no longer talk. When you're the one alone on the side walk.
Jealousy is your heart, slowly turning dark as the happiness of other peoples' lives dance by, because for you, nothing was ever good enough. Not even yourself.
Feb 13, 2015
Feb 13, 2015 at 7:11 PM UTC
Little boy was so smart.
Had the highest grade.
Best day,
was when he pretend to be sleep when he was made,
Valedictorian.
No one knew how upset he was, to stand out above.
To be better, best, and yet, who really cared.
He saw and knew the work was easy, only reason others fail,
was because they never tried.
Old soul he was told by many so far in age above him.
It was as if hubris hugged him.
Why put full effort when only half was good enough.
We were just slaves in a system testing who was just enough.
It never matter he knew, not at all.
He was just waiting to see his classmates fall.
They believe they were working to live life,
in reality they were working to be life.
To be another part of a bigger machine,
rather live life for there own esteem,
and I was smart, but I was the same.
Little boy Genius .
Jun 7, 2015
Jun 7, 2015 at 4:49 PM UTC
It started with a cookie -- oatmeal and raisin,
soft and moist like a May strawberry.
Mom said, "wait." But waiting didn't
taste as good as stealing.
Cookies came and went -- grade school turned into
high school and lessons turned into tests.
The teacher said, "study hard." But studying
wasn't as much fun as cheating.
Graduation day arrived -- as class Valedictorian,
my speech brought my classmates to tears.
I said, "Don't ever sell out." But selling out
is easier to do than laboring.
I started my career -- working in Corporate America.
Easy money schemes abounded.
The boss said, "don't break the law." But bending
sometimes leads to breaking.
Sentencing day arrived -- convicted on nine counts.
I'm eligible for parole in fifteen years.
The judge said, "resist temptation." But resisting
doesn't satisfy like enrapturing.
Oct 27, 2014
Oct 27, 2014 at 5:53 PM UTC
I have dreams,
Bigger than you could ever imagine,
Going to college,
Valedictorian,
Even finishing would be enough.
I have dreams,
Bigger than you could ever imagine,
My own business,
Someplace to better me,
My community.
I have dreams,
Bigger than you could ever imagine,
A house,
One that’s all mine,
Small yellow house, White picket fence.
I have dreams,
Bigger than you could ever imagine.
A husband, bunch of kids, even some pets
One family,
One happy family.
I have dreams,
Bigger than you could ever imagine.
I’ll take care of my mommy,
The way she always took care of me,
Build her a house, a pool in the yard,
Money in the bank,
She’ll never have to worry.
I have dreams,
Bigger than you could ever imagine.
I’m gonna be successful,
I’m gonna be,
Happy.
May 7, 2013
May 7, 2013 at 8:13 AM UTC