Comments : Where did the years go? (2oo6)

  • 12 years ago

    by Renee

    Awesome! This is a very unique poem. You catched every year and showed how much you've grown throughout them. Definitley a different perspective then I've seen from other High School/graduating poems. most of them are trash-talking and what not. Great job on reflecting back memories.

    Take Care,
    Renee

  • 12 years ago

    by Jacob M Parnell

    That was awesome

  • 12 years ago

    by Lulu

    This was an awesome poem that really seemed like you put alot of thought and personal memories into. great job. 5/5.
    Lulu

  • 12 years ago

    by alana

    Wow that is really good!!! thats the first poem that i havve ever heard like that you have talent keep it up....
    always alana

  • 12 years ago

    by MisterScabbedWings

    Really nice. I just graduated and I can relate. I hate leaving highschool and how all my friends have gone but it's part of life and it will always be in our memories. Good work!

    -PG-

  • 12 years ago

    by amber

    Hey i ytotally understand it great poem good job

  • 12 years ago

    by Drew Gold

    I always see little rhyming strings with "were the class of 200x" but this one actually has depth to it.. first stanza i can relate to, but as i dropped out and got my ged, unfortunately, i cant relate to a lot of it.. i liked how u wrote the last "stanza" in the future tense, as i expect you're a junior just as im supposed to be.. without that it'd be kinda incomplete.. gooodjob th0..

    We'll have our senior prom
    We'll miss all our friends
    We'll wish we were freshmen
    Sophomores and juniors again

    i liked how this bit flowed, very good.. it seems like we as people are prone to always want to go back.. like i wish i wouldnt have gotten my ged, but that wasnt my choice.. i guess we just gotta be content with what we have.. no sense in laments, really.. good write.. i like how you write about life the way you do.. 4/5.. pZ out

  • 12 years ago

    by Stephen

    Nice poem