Eighth Grade Poems - Poems about Eighth Grade

...Herbert did not say much about his proficient reading cow. But she read at an eighth-grade level, none of us knew how. We saw her reading the newspaper and an encyclopedia too. Unlike other cows, ......Read the rest...

...She, my best-friend, left me in eighth grade An emptiness that now finally fades Insecurity and trust issues came to stay A constant struggle, every single day But through the pain, I found a w......Read the rest...

...Where art thou anonymous benefactor...to offer me succor? Ah... methinks legal tender could be a boon to help me bolster mein kampf with necessary material equipage, which prospect to acquire......Read the rest...

...“Son”...”say goodnight to grandpa” Spurred by mother dearest as well as other politesse drummed into her second born fobbing blandishments as incentive tumbled off fingers of prodigal son tr......Read the rest...

...I recognized the hand immediately Daddy never used cursive He dropped out of school in eighth grade. He always printed. Maybe he forgot cursive? His blocky dark blue letters were put painstaking......Read the rest...

...Her name was Sharon And I in eighth grade, I spoke not a word As I sat in the s......Read the rest...

...Mystery books have been devoured by preteens since the fifties. I remember graduating from Nancy Drew to Trixie Belden. Or maybe it was the other way around. In eighth grade I discovered Agatha Ch......Read the rest...

...I can’t pay attention, They have deprived me of my perception. My nose hurts, my eyes are sore and my frown is painful. In a room of people who never knew him. So sadly only I’ve seen him in eigh......Read the rest...

...The definition of normal Is conforming to a standard; usual, typical, or expected. When I was graduating fifth grade All of my classmates were crying, They were sad To leave. Leave the school ......Read the rest...

...It’s Holocaust Remembrance Day Yet some in Tennessee Decided their curriculum, As is, just could not be. A book Art Spiegelman did write, A graphic novel, too, Described the way his parents l......Read the rest...

...FISHING is FUN Me Jack thirteen years old Smart intelligent bold. Son of a fisherman Also my Dad's fan. Studying in eighth grade Learnt fishing A to Z. Trying f......Read the rest...

...Back in Eighth Graded Class of StraightWhiteMale English privilege I learned all healthy narratives must have at least one of three tension intentions Unlike sacred mythic prayer and fable m......Read the rest...

...When my mother said I could wear heels I thought HIGH heels; was disappointed it was almost a flat. About an inch high. It did not make a satisfying click. I had hoped to be taller. At five foot......Read the rest...

...Paternal grandmother's headstone - Beth David, Elmont, Long Island Shaindel (Sadie), variant of Shana Harris died May 13th, 1959 exquisitely chiseled alphanumeric characters legibly engraved se......Read the rest...

... Balanced and perfect! Always standing up for me. Teaching me manners. Oh, how I fussed!! Having French braids every summer.  My shorts and tops had to match. Teaching ......Read the rest...