Poems about learn

My friends passed out
And I have no doubt
That we'll see worse in you
In the things you do
Because that hammer will always hit your thumb
Saying you're young and dumb

You learn a lot from what people write

You learn about them
You learn about the world
And even yourself

You were always shocked
When I would ask questions
That to you were seemingly
Unnecessary,
Trivial,
Purposeless,
By your harsh definition.

Like you favourite colour.
Orange, you said.
When I wanted to know if your preference
Leaned more towards sunsets
Or fire
Or tamer things,
You told me to stop asking so many questions.

It was orange, that was all.

When you bought flowers
I was surprised to see that they were pink.
It might not have mattered, but it got me thinking
About how much you don't care to know.
Little things speak volumes,
But you disregard them.
Because it is easier to fall in love
On a superficial level,
But I crave depth.
So here I am in small pieces:

I take my coffee black.
I like to do crosswords in the paper like an old person,
And I can't finish most of them.
I have terrible vision but refuse to wear glasses.
In quiet moments, I talk with myself like an old friend
And it is a strange illusion.
I collect business cards,
Stones,
Feathers,
Teapots,
And strangers.
I like fridge magnets
And no sound can seduce me
Quite like a good song can.
I cry when I'm angry.
I write bad poetry.
I love to laugh.
I'm a terrible swimmer.

I hate the colour pink.

You should have known that much.
At the very least, you should have wanted to.
When it comes to love my dear,
You have a lot to learn.

-Emma Cooper

Fay opens up her hands;
A ladybird is there,
Black and white walking round.

I watch as you hold it,
Your hands open like wings,
The pinkness and softness.

You speak softly to it,
Then sing a lullabye.

I look at your soft hands,
The lines of heart and head,
The ladybird walking,
Wishing I could be there,
Unsure why but I do.

It flies off in the air,
Leaving your palms open,
Emptiness of pinkness.

You put your hands away,
The ladybird has gone;
I learn of love today.

I thought it was love
I was blinded by lust
I wanted you
I gave you my trust
Gave you all i had
But you brought rain
And we started to rust
Soon there will nothing left
But dust
If only i could talk to the past
Tell myself its not going to last
Its never going to happen
You will always want her
But it wont be returned
So give up hope
Before you get burned
But i know me
Ill do it all over again
... as if i never learned

I didn't learn about being beautiful from supermodels walking down the runway. I didn't learn about being beautiful from glamorous movie stars or musicians. I didn't even learn about being beautiful from the pretty girls at my school. No. I learned about beauty from my best friends and the freckles on their cheeks. I learned about beauty from the scars and imperfections they hated. I learned about beauty by watching them believe they aren't.

I didn't learn about being intelligent in school. I didn't learn about being intelligent from some documentary I watched or book I read. I didn't learn about being intelligent from studying day and night. No. I learned about being smart from my brother. I learned about being intelligent when I watched him stress for four years about college. I learned about being intelligent by helping him cram for tons of tests and quizzes and celebrating his success. I learned about being intelligent listening to his sobs when he received a full ride to his dream college.

I didn't learn about being kind from some after-school special. I didn't learn about being kind from watching my parents help being at the supermarket. I didn't even learn about being kind from being treated so unkindly. No. I learned about being kind from my band director. I learned about being kind when I sat in her office with tears permanently stained on my cheeks and she just accepted my tears. I learned about being kind when she let me sleep on her shoulder for two hours on a bus. I learned about being kind when she gave me the coat off her back because I didn't have one.

I didn't learn about being courageous from daredevils on the news. I didn't learn about being courageous from gutsy characters in books or on television. I didn't learn about being courageous from teens who thought yelling at a teacher for no reason meant courage. No. I learned about being courageous from the people I saw stand up for themselves and for others no matter where it may be. I learned about being courageous from the people who risked their lives to save somebody they didn't know. I learned about being courageous from the men and women who defended our country everyday, sometimes with nothing to show for it.

I've learned about beauty, intelligence, kindness, and courage throughout the years. From my best friends, my brother, band director, or perfect strangers. I didn't learn about those things through mainstream ways that you find crammed down your throat.

You don't have to learn how to be you through people you don't know. Take a step back and look at those you do, because I'm sure it'll mean more to you when you start seeing those qualities in yourself.

Feeble-minded brains begin at youth,
Starting across bridges of developmental growth.

Family teaches us the norms and values,
Instructing kids to walk the proper line through discipline.

Educators preach the knowledge from books,
Lecturing the learned skills needed to reach logical paths.

Living is a continuous cycle of discovery that never ends,
Due to an overpass that leads to unlimited information.

Share your wisdom with the younger generation,
So they can evolve into wise people while minimizing mistakes.

Your walk was pure poetry,
You my teacher,
I your student.
"Parlez vous francais? "
"Non"
You were a total rousse, I presumed.
You'll never know how much I wanted to learn.