AI Poem of the Week: The Last Bell

AI Prompt: Write a poem about the pending end of school and the coming summer break.

The Last Bell

The last bell tolls, a sweet refrain, As lockers empty, and desks stand bare. In hushed classrooms, memories cling, To chalk dust and whispered dreams.

The alphabet chart, now faded and worn, Bears witness to laughter, to tears, to growth. Teachers, like guiding stars, impart their wisdom, Their words echoing through sunlit corridors.

Summer Break, oh coveted treasure! A sun-kissed promise wrapped in azure skies. The backpack slung aside, textbooks shelved, We step into freedom’s warm embrace.

No more algebraic puzzles to unravel, No essays dissecting Shakespeare’s sonnets. Instead, we chase fireflies in twilight’s glow, And map constellations on grassy lawns.

The playground swings, our chariots to the sky, Carry us beyond fractions and spelling tests. We taste the season’s ripest fruits— Juicy watermelon, popsicles, and sunsets.

Lazy Mornings, where time stretches like taffy, And the world outside hums with cicada songs. We build sandcastles, our dreams sculpted in grains, And swim in pools of liquid turquoise.

The library beckons, shelves heavy with adventures, Each book a passport to distant lands. We read until the fireflies light our way home, Their tiny lanterns guiding us through dusk.

And when the moon hangs low, a silver crescent, We lie on blankets, counting stars like blessings. The scent of sunscreen lingers on our skin, As we drift into dreams of endless summers.

So here’s to the end of school, the beginning of magic, To friendships forged in shared secrets and sticky ice cream. May this summer break be a sun-drenched canvas, Where we paint our memories in shades of joy.