"walkout" poems
if words are food for the mind,
then here is a glimpse of mine
if words are drugs for the brain,
then here is why i'm so pained.
abandoned, abhorrent
abnormal, absent
abstract, abuse
addicted, anxious
betray, bitterly
blank, blasphemy
bloodless, breakdown
breathless, brutal
captive, casually
catastrophe, cautiously
change, cigarettes
crucial, clueless
damaged, dangerous
deadly, disastrous
disheartened, disconcerting
dramatic, dreading
eager, eccentric
ecstasy, eerie
effete, effortless
embittered, excess
faded, failure
faintly, fallacy
faltering, fatally
fearfully, finally
garbage, gawky
gibberish, gloomy
gone, goodbye
graphic, gratify
hallucinate, harshly
hazy, heartless
hectic, helpless
hesitant, hit-and-miss
idiotic, idly
ignorant, intimacy
illogical, imaginative
infatuated, intoxicated
jealousy, jittery
journey, journal
joylessly, judicial
junk, juvenile
keen, killing
knavish, knocking
knockout, knotty
knowingly, knowledge
laborious, lacking
lame, languishing
lifeless, literature
lovelorn, lugubrious
madness, maintenance
make-believe, malaise
mean, melancholic
mellow, melodramatic
naff, naivety
nameless, naturally
nauseous, nebulous
neglected, nervous
oasis, objectionable
obliged, obliterate
oblivion, obscurity
obsolete, one-and-only
pacifist, pained
pale, panicky
paradise, paralyze
passionately, passively
raging, ranting
rationalize, raving
realistic, reasonable
rebellious, reckless
saboteur, sadness
sake, sameness
sanity, satisfactory
scar, steady
taint, tangled
tasteless, tearful
telling, temperamental
terror, theoretical
unaffected, uncanny
uncommon, unconsciously
undesirable, uneasy
unfortunate, untidy
vaguely, vanish
vanity, vanquish
versatile, vicious
violence, voracious
waiting, waking
walkout, wanting
wasteful, weary
withering, wrecking
if words are food for the mind,
then you've seen a glimpse of mine
if words are drugs for the brain,
then no wonder i'm so pained.
-djs
Aug 5, 2013
Aug 5, 2013 at 11:21 PM UTC
At 10:00 am, less than 100 students walked out to the flagpole
for our school's second walkout.
While there was less than one fourth of the population from the first walkout,
it was so much more powerful.
So many voices were heard.
We screamed, cried, laughed, read poems,
and all silently wished for a riot; wished for change.
We all wished that we didn't have to do this.
Wished that we didn't have to fear being shot at school,
the place where we are supposed to be safest.
But in that moment,
we were one.
We hugged, rested our heads on each other's shoulders,
and were one giant support system.
We are going to make change.
Apr 20, 2018
Apr 20, 2018 at 12:13 PM UTC
They love you more than they love themselves
They only want what's best for you
They treat you with respect
But toughen you when it's required to
They stress you not because they're punishing you
But because they're worried about you
They sometimes spoil you
Because they love to see you smile
They feed you a meal x3 a day
And buy you your favorite chocolate milk
Which makes you happy to hangout with them
Instead of being with your friends playing video games
But now things changed
You're all grown up
Fussing and screaming all day
Because you don't want to do your homework
You want to play outside with your mates
The moment you walkout from the front door of your home
You're invisible and uncontrollable
With no curfew. You're always late
But things have changed
All of a sudden you're an old man
With a wife, 3 kids and a dog
It's all heavy on your shoulders
Lifting all the weight
Struggling with your work
And then coming back home
To your wife and 3 kids
But it isn't all that great
Cause they constantly cause problems
And dont appreciate your sweat
And that's when you remember
All the days you spent
Being arrogant, selfish and stubborn to your parents
How you raised their heart rate
And raised your voice on them to the highest level
As if you were special
And now you ask yourself "how didn't I notice?"
You were too blind to see
Too cold to feel and
Too deaf to hear
All the struggle your parents went through
But things are now stable
Wasn't it all worth the wait.
Aug 24, 2014
Aug 24, 2014 at 6:54 PM UTC
ప్రకాశం లో sri prakash మల్లే
ప్రశాంతమైన వాతావరణం లోనే
ప్రదీపాల్లా వెలిగామే.
నాలుగు వర్షాలు వనవాసాలే
నలు వైపులా పుర్తయ్యాయే
నవ లోకానికే ఇది శ్రీకారమే .
మాటలు వేరైనా. . .ప్రాంతాలు వేరైనా. . .అలవాట్లు వేరైనా. . .
విహంగాలుగా విహరించామే ఇన్నాళ్ళు ఈ చోటా . .
తర తరాలా కదల మళ్లీ ముందుకే వచ్చింది రా
వీడ్కోలు అంటూ walkout చేయాలే . .
అనుభవాలనే పంచేస్తూ జ్ఞానాన్నే అందించిన పండితులనుంచి sendoff తీసుకోవాలా. .
పూర్తైన పాఠం లా చివరాకరికే వచ్చేసాము
labs అంటూ తిరిగమే project అంటూ వెలుతున్నామే . .
కలిసుండే కలం అంతా కరిగిపోయింది
కష్టం ఉన్నా సరే ఇష్టం గా స్వికరించాలే .
I am missing my college
SRI PRAKASH COLLEGE OF ENGINEERING
Apr 20, 2012
Apr 20, 2012 at 2:56 AM UTC
A union man
makes his plan
with an idle hand
one million belong
one million strong
one million wrong
we have your back, just pay your dues
we will give the answers to all the clues
we will tell you when to work or strike
we will write your good book and be god-like
you will become a scab if you dont conform
just sign this and be safe from the storm
walkout turns to lockout and un-employment
out of work as you watch the scab deployment
A union man
makes his plan
with an idle hand
one million belong
one million strong
one million wrong
Jul 7, 2013
Jul 7, 2013 at 11:59 AM UTC
Sitting on her dorm room bed
Three feet from the floor
Not quite happy
But not quite sad
She wants to feel the ache in her bones
The hatred she has for herself
She wants that to come back
she doesn’t want to feel ok
Cause she’s not
Trying to make that decision
To walkout in the middle of the night
While her room mate sleeps
And to never come back
She’s ok right now
But she wants that sadness
The depression to fill her bones
She wishes she could pull the metaphorical trigger
And not live
Oh how she aches
To just want to not be ok anymore
Because when you’re not ok
You feel alive
Or at least she does
It’s terrible beast
She hates when she’s ok but hates when she’s sad
She just wishes she could not exist
That would be her ultimate goal
She types this in the dark as her roommate drifts off to sleep
I know cause that girl is me
Sep 9, 2019
Sep 9, 2019 at 10:32 PM UTC
we watch it unfold.
their love. if it was ever permanently there to begin with.
i think they watch their time closely.
i like to hope.
so maybe when he hated her the first time, it didn't hurt as much.
i close my eyes.
sometimes i cry.
but usually i sit cross legged and wait for her to walkout of the bathroom.
she banished her soul to his reserved moments of breathless pause.
and that is how i learned what love is.
Jul 13, 2014
Jul 13, 2014 at 10:24 PM UTC
A school poet" Clever"
Stated she was NOT allowed
To participate in the scheduled WALKOUT
They escorted her back to her classroom
Less she face Repercussions
that would linger on her school record
permanant suspension
Walk out vs family trust
The administration even
locked the bathroom doors
And exits for 17 minutes
Instead the students were given 17 minutes
Of free exspression
TO DO AND SAY WHAT WHAT EXACTLY
The didn't say she couldn't walk out
The choice was not a choice
it was an ultimatum
Rather like a bully tactic
Which is why the students are
here in the first place
At first I like many believed
There is a fine line between integrity
And a students true intent solidarity
Rather just a ploy no classes for the day
Until my grandson told me about
A shooting in the park
he just walked through
To get to school
He arrived in time for the lock down
His older brother's friend died in his arms
Neither youth attended that school
That were walking to work
His friend feared he would be jumped
Ask his brother to walk with him
As an educator I have to wonder
What is the problem
A gun has no power on its own
It's the hearts bad minds of the user
There has to be a better way
To keep our children safe
I don't think a walk out is the answer
It's not a bad idea to
Educate teacher in self defense
As a person we should all know
It's a sign of our times
Mar 16, 2018
Mar 16, 2018 at 12:25 PM UTC
Lawrence Hall
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https://hellopoetry.com/lawrence-hall/
poeticdrivel.blogspot.com
A Student Walkout with Hissy-Chants
But
I heard of one student who refused to go
Who bravely thought for herself, and so said no
And she’s the one student I want to know
May 14, 2021
May 14, 2021 at 7:47 AM UTC
They're practicing democracy .. Bravissimo !
Mar 14, 2018
Mar 14, 2018 at 5:19 PM UTC
The atmosphere is charged
With putridity of awful mess
Dustcart on crummy streets
Dustbins on strike
Cleaners dead at dawn
Harmony on walkout
Putting a damper on health
As willowy actresses
And wailing actors are
Pushing for cleanness
In this arcade of flaming dirt
Asking change for a change
All bawling, No matter the price
We must win the prize.
Aug 8, 2020
Aug 8, 2020 at 10:23 AM UTC