Graduation Poems | Inspirational Poems for Graduation

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    Who Locked The Boys Out? Poem by Howard The Motivational Poet Simon

    Once I saw some boys
    Outside a gate
    They had come to school
    But they were very late
    Everywhere was closed
    All about
    It caused me to wonder
    Who locked the boys out?

    I saw a group
    On the outside
    It was graduation day
    But they had come to play
    The girls were inside ready to go
    But for the boys it was not so
    They were outside walking all about
    I asked who locked the boys out?

    I observed some boys
    Wasting their lives away
    For them
    Life was only about play
    In school they refused to learn
    Diminishing their ability to earn
    Their decisions caused them to loose their clout
    Tell me, tell me who looked the boys out?

    I noticed a gang
    At the corner of a street
    They had gathered together
    There to meet
    Only profanity
    Came out of their mouth
    I asked the question
    Who locked the boys out?

    I found some lads
    In a prison cell
    Who confided in me
    That they were living in ‘hell’
    They longed to be flourishing and free
    Instead they were chained in misery
    Staked out in a desert’s deadly drought
    Will somebody please tell me who locked the boys out?

    Too many boys all around the world
    Are on the outside looking in
    Reaping the harvest
    Of their fathers sin
    Some are tying to get in
    But their chances seem so slim
    So I ask with a serious, solemn shout
    Who locked the boys out?


    **** Mother Weeps On Net Cafe Poem by Rommel Mark Dominguez Marchan

    My heart feels sorrow
    for all young children and teen-age adults
    losing much time excessively
    in computer games
    snatched from shallow joys
    inside highly -commercial gaining
    internet cafe

    I extend pity for their losing future
    as they escape from school laurel activities
    and stolen by things that
    give transient pleasure
    molding brains into warriors
    absorbed from war-like game heroes
    and aggressive immortal foes
    and addicting idolized fancy characters
    far beyond to the real world
    that they are heading to

    Then, at no surprise
    a mother with teary eyes
    bringing graduation gifts and
    circlet of flowers and decorative garlands
    knocking at game station
    net cafe’s door
    weeping and looking for her son
    who miss the distinctive secondary
    commencement exercise march……….


    Graduating To More Poem by Susan Williams

    Congratulations! ! !
    You are Graduating from College! ! !
    We celebrate your graduation
    And we are celebrating You! ! !
    It’s been quite a journey for you
    Life has thrown just about every challenge in the world at you,
    But you overcame them and look at you now!
    You are an Overcomer! An Overcomer with Style
    And you are now the proud possessor of an academic degree
    And get to trail letters after your name! ! !
    .
    You are now commencing on your future.
    I hope you do all the good things you dream of
    I hope you travel and explore, live financially comfortable,
    Have a good set of friends by your side,
    Have all the Corgis and other dogs you like
    Filling your life with doggy companionship,
    Fall in love, and be treated like the jewel you are by the one you love
    But one thing I know about my sweet grand-daughter,
    Whatever you do, you’ll always do it with kindness.
    .
    May life always be your college
    May you always learn more
    May you always expand your horizon
    May you always seek more.
    May your life have challenges of the good sort
    To keep life interesting and always an adventure
    May you always remember you don’t need to fear a challenge
    Because you’ve met and conquered every challenge so far
    And there have been a lot of them and some of them were doozies.
    Above all, may you always make a difference in life.
    You certainly have in ours
    Bringing us much joy and laughter and pride in who you are.
    …..Yes, you are graduating.
    ……….I hope you are always graduating to more
    ……………. Always more.
    .
    Your loving Grandmother and Grandfather,
    AKA “hey, old people! ”


    It Was Only Yesterday Poem by Sanda May Benlien

    It was only yesterday, when you were small,
    I used to hold you in my arms.
    Now you’re older and out of school!
    Yes, it was only yesterday,
    When I clothed you and fed you.
    It was a joy watching you play.
    I hope yesterday I was a good Mother,
    So when yesterday passes and in the future you’ll be a good Father.
    May yesterday have good memories of how we played and did things together.
    And the little talks that made things brighter.
    Of course yesterday was hard and enduring.
    The pains of growing up and the joys of our love we gave yesterday.
    Happy graduation my son.
    It was only yesterday.


    Number, The Wonder! Poem by Bharati Nayak

    Who discovered number ?
    One, two, three or four?
    What does a number stand for?
    Number is all that has played
    A crucial role in evolving science
    From simple counting to measuring
    Distances between stars
    We use the numbers.

    What a wonder the number is
    How do mathematicians play with number?
    How did come the concept of a negative number?

    Numbers are milestones in a person’s life
    The birthdate, date of graduation, Date of marriage
    All things are recorded through number.

    Numbers are used in our everyday life
    Be it to dial on a phone
    Or to purchase things from a grocery
    Or to check bank balance
    Or to measure temperature of a day
    Our daily activities can’t go without numbers

    Though mathematics look puzzling
    It is the most essential thing in our daily living.


    Emerald Poem by M.J. Lemon

    On a day when emerald is ubiquitous
    one may dwell on greening
    and springtime and renewal and coming of new life
    Yes, life
    What is life?
    Some call it sacred special or a gift
    But you can certainly remember that
    one person who made
    living sound so ordinary that listening to the details
    prompted the mind to unravel to travel to wander
    to rid the environment of the commonplace
    Birth
    always first
    I remember only the crib and mobile
    and the aquarium with the angelfish
    and two faces a man and a woman
    dad and mom
    Then came the fourth birthday
    baby teeth out
    and the puppy in, the terrier
    and my companion always by my side
    And because I am of that generation
    I still remember the kid
    Sonny who caught a virus and then disappeared
    We thought it was normal when the teacher told us
    he died from the sickness
    from disease now readily cured
    just by swallowing medication twice
    There were days at play and
    Sherry and Brian and the Lone Ranger
    hoarding toys and going home
    and then waking up one morning
    And I’m in high school
    a rite of passage and
    I no longer want to know brother and sister
    because I was becoming important
    There was track and swimming
    and chemistry and physics and algebra
    and chemistry again when I fell in love
    and kissed and fell in love again
    and then all over again I forget the faces
    but remember the convertible
    and the nights parked at the beach
    and the prom and the grad
    where life seemed to stop and I thought
    I mortgaged my own apartment in Nirvana
    But college called and academics and athletics and love
    filled every moment (Where did I get all that energy?)
    And then everything I knew as love withered when
    that Treasure from overseas made an introduction
    from that insane instant
    we became inseparable and I now knew
    love lust and humanity were discrete but best
    when bundled tight and held close
    And so the family began to arrive
    all the greatest of gifts when
    in third year I broke my leg too
    ironically or provocatively a day after reading
    in the student paper
    another cheerleader activist broke both legs
    falling from a balcony
    And a private dream died because
    I never played a sport professionally
    and walking hurt for over a year
    but I saved the casts crutches wheelchair
    Graduation with honours came and
    then a job another and another
    and still another all adding up
    what might I call a career at some stage
    There was that year I didn’t forget to call the brother
    and sister and they were fine and so was I
    and then I did a double take when I realized I still
    had that convertible and could carry my Treasure
    to the sand dunes where we reclaimed younger days
    A career finally arrived better late than never
    but by then I wasn’t looking for
    any job to give my life purpose
    How quickly tempus fugit
    My daughter called last month and we talked
    for an hour before I invited her for dinner
    but she said she couldn’t make it
    because she just landed her dream job
    in Norway and was speaking from Bergen
    and was going to tell me before
    I bludgeoned her with the meatloaf recipe
    My back twinges and hasn’t felt quite right
    since the leg got broken
    but now I’m bothered more by the daily medications
    for problems I didn’t until recently know existed
    and the regular routine doctor visits
    but I have my Treasure with me always
    and I know I can be a parent again even at my age
    to two faces a man and a woman
    dad and mom
    Even I don’t believe it but the convertible
    is still here even after so many other cars have
    come and gone
    And coming going
    Like the Mystical Shamrock talk
    leads the mind to stray or directly
    into those burbling tides where you spend time
    with your own angelfish or brother or sister
    or own broken leg or Sonny or Brian and Sherry
    or Treasure or fantasies of
    idyllic summers in Norway
    Places where maybe life begins anew
    Yes, life
    What is life?
    Some call it sacred


    An Instructor’s Dream Poem by Bill Knott

    Many decades after graduation
    the students sneak back onto
    the school-grounds at night
    and within the pane-lit windows
    catch me their teacher at the desk
    or blackboard cradling a chalk:
    someone has erased their youth,
    and as they crouch closer to see
    more it grows darker and quieter
    than they have known in their lives,
    the lesson never learned surrounds
    them; why have they come? Is
    there any more to memorize now
    at the end than there was then’
    What is it they peer at through shades
    of time to hear, X times X repeated,
    my vain efforts to corner a room’s
    snickers? Do they mock me? Forever?
    Out there my past has risen in
    the eyes of all my former pupils but
    I wonder if behind them others
    younger and younger stretch away
    to a world where dawn will never
    ring its end, its commencement bell.


    Song Poem by Eamon Grennan

    At her Junior High School graduation,
    she sings alone
    in front of the lot of us-

    her voice soprano, surprising,
    almost a woman’s. It is
    the Our Father in French,

    the new language
    making her strange, out there,
    fully fledged and

    ready for anything. Sitting
    together – her separated
    mother and father – we can

    hear the racket of traffic
    shaking the main streets
    of Jersey City as she sings

    Deliver us from evil,
    and I wonder can she see me
    in the dark here, years

    from belief, on the edge
    of tears. It doesn’t matter. She
    doesn’t miss a beat, keeps

    in time, in tune, while into
    our common silence I whisper,
    Sing, love, sing your heart out!


    Distant Haze Poem by James B. Earley

    There was a knock upon my door
    …In…the light…was she
    Grab your coat and in the rain
    Come take a walk with me

    So many times we’d hop the bus
    To…A faraway…picture show
    Days of Summer we’d take our poles
    …And fishing…we would go

    We’d sit atop the earthen bank
    …Reflections in…the rippling…water
    Laughing and talking…the two of us
    …Without…romance…to bother

    Graduation night…A distant haze
    I’ve struggled with…so much
    …The day…we went….our separate way
    And failed to keep in touch

    …Inquiring…of her…sometime ago
    From a relative I chanced to meet
    ‘A prostitute…on drugs…she is
    ……….Working…some city street’

    Stinging words…….in that reply
    An avalanche…of tears…inside
    The pain of which I won’t deny
    And now…I hear….that she….has died

    If perchance…it was…her darkest hour
    …When that path……she chose……to take
    Then…may God please…forgive…the call
    ………..The call……I failed…to make


    Graduation Day

    Graduation Day is the climax of a dream.
    A parental dream that began when a child is born,
    And their hope come true it would seem,
    A triumph held after periods of forlorn,
    A feeling of pride and euphoria years away
    For a daughter or son – Graduation Day.

    It is a peak of success for the graduate,
    Not only for the graduate but parents too.
    A joyful event after many years they had to wait,
    Realizing the glorious thrill of a dream come true,
    A genuine smile accompanied by a deep sigh,
    Often a handkerchief in hand as the class goes by.

    Graduation is a deserving, hard earned goal
    With mortarboard and gown as foretold,
    A gratifying service of the mind and soul
    In a simple and beautiful sheepskin told
    That the graduate fulfilled the educational rule.
    At last, for the mother and father, a dream come true.
    Graduation Day!

     

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