Jacqueline R. Mendoza| Details |
Know how to make
The best of what you've got in you
You do it everyday in your life
Asif Andalib| Details |
A butterfly can dance
Every flower gives hint
In joyful kindergarten’s lawn.
Morning-dews now one-by-one perish
Quenching rising sun’s thirst.
S.Jagathsimhan Nair| Details |
You hold me in thrall
Charm me with your demeanor
And draw me to you
Like a kindergarten kid
Is, by a wayside puddle.
For: Chris Aichtner's 'Enter the Tanka' contest
karen croft| Details |
there is nothing like the taste of a first kiss
the sweet smell of bubble gum while still in the mouth
while hiding behind a trash dumpster in kindergarten at recess
kissing the boy of your dreams at age five
Ana Espinola Collins| Details |
Is dark in colour
Like black but duller
Comes and goes
Shrinks and grows
It makes no sound
And whatever you do
It follows too
So when it’s near
Have no fear
It’s always there
Cause you’re a pair
by Ana Espinola Collins
Jerry Stevenson| Details |
Raghead Nazis are really not all that bad.
They treat womenfolk like worthless crap and that is very sad.
They like to stick dynamite up their own asses
In order to blow up kindergarten classes.
Then again, maybe the dirty stinking rats are indeed all that bad.
Mary Meade Stephenson| Details |
Kisses kindle kindness
Kicking kindergarten kid
Knight kowtowing knave king
Joyce Johnson| Details |
Little Nan in kindergarten
Has learned to say, “I beg your pardon”,
“Excuse me”, “thank you” and “if you please”,
And other phrases such as these.
When home she hugs her little brother
And is a helper for her mother.
She is so sweet that it is cloying
And others find her quite annoying.
brandy wassam| Details |
there once was a bear
who lived in belair
he owned a red hen
who made eggs for his kin
then one time like most bears do
the bear got hungery
and ate the red hen
and her last eggs of ten
with a gulp and a swallow
down went the hen
now there was no hen to lay eggs for his kin.
SillyBilly theKidster| Details |
Moe and Joe had a toe.
It went too slow so they called Bozo.
Bozo came and made a flame but they couldn't blame the sugar cane.
So Moe and Joe got a new toe and it didn't go slow so they were full of snow.
I wrote the above when I was in kindergarten.
Well, my mother wrote it for me because I couldn't read or write at the time.
Sidney Beck| Details |
TIRED KINDERGARTEN TEACHER
I love their cute, fresh, open minds
But teaching comes in different kinds
One day I succeed in planned teacher-telling
The way to do things properly
Next day I fail like a drunk in charge of a watermelon
Kids are like balls of mercury
Their containment is in serious doubt
Exhaust me like a lemon at maximum squeeze-out.
michelle phillips| Details |
Walked to school on that very first day of kindergarten. Helped me plant my first seed in my
own special garden. Helped me up when I was down, turned my frown upside down. Healed
my aching heart when it was broken and bruised, was always there when i was so confused.
She always had a love for me that no one could ever measure, my mom was and always will
be my greatest treasure.
Ashley Smith| Details |
Words can not explain
What I wish I could say
We've been together since Kindergarten
And seen each other every day
From Barbie Dolls and secret clubs
To gossip and boyfriends
I can't believe our time here's through
And the "real world" soon begins
You're my best friend, hands down
But the good times aren't in the past
Cuz we'll be together next year
College life will be a Blast!
Kevin Croft| Details |
Can i pay for a second?
To talk for a minute.
Can we escape for an hour?
Wake up the next day.
I'll call you next week.
We'll fix the patio this month.
Married this year.
He's in kindergarten at 5.
On the porch coffee and cigarettes.
We have been riding the decades.
70 smiling no reason for hiding.
At a gravestone confiding
Thank you for that second.
You gave me life undying.
Misty Lackey| Details |
Playing mind games
with my mind.
Wet puzzles glued
Round crisp newspaper
faces that look familiar
12th grade rulers.
Now I long for
those school year
Plastic glue carved
around the art teacher's
head a masterpiece.
Erasers for our tongue
and we learned how to
speak ABC language.
Chittaranjan Dey - Raj | Details |
<center>To love you is like
Learning in the kindergarten,
Honor your teacher with
All the heart and soul.
To love you is like
To learn the song,
To sing as you want
With your tone & bass.
But I have learned not to
Worry and walk with you,
I have learned not to
Ask you any question.
May be it's astonishing
To a man in this world,
Give you endless support
But this is our fate.
Because a girls heart
Is the most precious thing
All over in the world,
I have learned this too.