Poems about college life poetry

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Quarter Life Poetry: Poems for the Young, Broke and Hangry by Samantha Jayne

The creator of the popular Tumblr and Instagram Quarter Life Poetry tackles the real-life truths of work, money, sex, and many other challenges 20-somethings face in a laugh-out-loud collection of poetry.

Samantha Jayne knows that life post-college isnt as glamorous as all undergrads think its going to be... because shes currently living it. A graphic artist, Sam started creating doodles and funny poems about her life as a 25-year-old. And when she decided to put them on Instagram, the captions were full of other people tagging friends and saying, This is literally us. At a time where it seems like everyone around you is getting married, making more money than you do, and paying off their student loans, Sams poetry captures the voice of millennials everywhere who know that being in your 20s can sometimes be the exact opposite of the best years of your life.
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College poetry: why I hate college. I ran into a ghost today. And by ghost, I mean a person from my past . Two College Students. I've seen genius so fixed on.
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As we hit college we are lost in society We hit a point of endless anxiety All the pressure starts to kick in as we try to fit in when the real us seems to be trippin I enjoy the nice cafeteria food every minute I'm not cramming but when my vacation time comes the cafe hits some type of famine! After it hits students appetites start to become common in a sense that our diet is centered on top ramen The sleepless nights start adding up As our old hello turns in to what up! Us homies start going clubbin but somehow end up in nevada after some envious troublin Our old playing of sports become a intriguing game of stratego and the more we start to win the bigger gets our ego As the freedom hits as we become too old Our common defeat phrase becomes 'Dangit, I fold! Govenator but I'd rather milk a goat During this time life is so-so Until we find that our old best friend is now a homo You'd think at this point I could reach for the stars But freakin Avis wont let me rent a stinkin car That ticks my clock and makes me pissed It starts to excite my anger catalyst So us young adults may not be completely free But at least us poor students gets all the adult debris. Lol, you capture college life perfectly.

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Prev Poem. Next Poem. Student life is full of fun, Work and play. Their day begins with a prayer And ends with play. They go to school with a heavy bag on their back And water bottles in their hand.

Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Caela Bayfield Sep I ran into a ghost today And by ghost, I mean a person from my past And by person from my past, I mean an old friend, who I really used to care about. He was so kind and he was so gentle and I was so scared, I tried to run away yet at the same time all I wanted in that moment was to stay and talk to him. I ran down the hall and sat in the corner alone, hating myself for not being able to ask one simple question.

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