A Poem by fallen.angel.

It's a classroom full of students,
With a teacher at the front.
Not a sound from the students,
The teacher's speaking now.

He claps his hands,
"Down to work,"
Heads goes down,
Pens are wielded.

There's an eerie silence,
The shuffling of paper can be heard.
Hands are moving rapidly,
Words quickly appearing on the page.

Tick, tock, goes the clock,
Time is flying by.
With every word on the page,
Hands all want to die.

"Riiiiiiiingg !" goes the bell,
Books are all slammed shut.
Pens are put away,
And pencil cases are zipped up.

One by one, they all march out;
Leaving the classroom behind.
Shut the door, walk away
Woo ! It's lunch time now.

© 2011 fallen.angel.

Author's Note

I have too much free time during class -.- I should stop working too quickly. But hey, I get time to check out what the other peps are doing. . . ohohoho

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Lol I liked this! That's how I was in school. Great!!! Thanks for sharing.
PS. I miss you

Posted 9 Years Ago

i did similar in my english class. always just doodling or writing because i was finished early. This is a very well done piece.

Posted 10 Years Ago

This is great stuff. Well done.

Posted 10 Years Ago

Ha.. Being in the classroom... Not really my cup of tea. And this describes the feeling in it very well. This is a well underscored piece. Good job! ;)

Posted 10 Years Ago

Those classroom memories ; )

Posted 10 Years Ago

I remember days when it used to be like don't forget it. This seemed to have a somewhat comic tone to it. As it is, you could spin this poem anyway you like about the same subject and it'd have a different flavor everytime.

Posted 10 Years Ago

lol sometimes i look at the clock and wish it were the end of the day. :) Sometimes.
as a teacher there are days you have not so good ones, but its always a pleasure to be here for the students, someone to look up too and trust, someone to talk too when sometimes its hard to talk to someone else. I love my job, but everyone has bad days, i just hold my breathe and count to ten. Teens, what can I say, I was one too and I see myself the way I acted up, man, karma is what it is i guess, hahaha. Now as a teacher, I tell you this, "Get to work!" lol
have a great day and thank you for the read request.

Posted 10 Years Ago

:) thts funny:)

Posted 10 Years Ago

Well done my darling, I defies anybody not to leap back in their minds and remember their time at school after reading your poem, great flow, very good read - very pleasant.

Posted 10 Years Ago

Time at school can go very slow. I like the poem. The description was very good and lunch time is always a good break from the studies. A very good poem.

Posted 10 Years Ago

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