Short Middle School Poems

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Short Middle School poem by J. W. M. Earnings| Details | | Playground Kids go down The slide…they head toward the swings TIME TO SCREAM! Free time ends Their parents want to go home Frowns exchange
Short Middle School poem by Cona Adams| Details | | Feed Sack Dresses A combination of Haiku and Kyoka designer originals from feed sacks after the chickens were fed her artist's touch honed with the aid of her foot movement on the treadle machine
Short Middle School poem by Denise Brown| Details | | Number Six My first friends Didn’t even know My name. They called me Number six Because that was My PE number. On the day I left I gave them my New address But nobody mailed me. I made the mistake of Writing my name Instead of Number six.
Short Middle School poem by J. W. M. Earnings| Details | | Bladder Problems in Class Numbers on White board…names written hori- zontally Students ask To go pee…right when class starts – THAT’S just wrong… Bathroom line Of students who have bladder Problems – WOW! People are Not using lunchtime to do Their business No one knows When to do their duties – SER- IOUSLY?
Short Middle School poem by Khalil Franklin| Details | | Oodles of Joy "Oodles of Joy" In the morning of everyday i start I make a food that's really smart Crunch'em, rip'em, and pour'em out As saliva pools form in my mouth Put it in the mic for just about three Impatiently watching those beautiful noodles waiting for me When the time Is up I Pop it open and take them out And start shoving "Oodle's of Noodles" into my mouth. Khalil Wali
Short Middle School poem by Amelia Harmon| Details | | Ordinary, Extraordinary Every day is the same, Ordinary, With me wishing that something would happen, Making it extraordinary, The only time that I know I'm extraordinary, Is when I write, The words flowing from my fingertips, At peace, Not worried what others think of me, For once, Peace, Solace, In my crazy middle school days, No worries, All else fades, And I am alone with my words, No cares, But to create beauty, Something that will move someone, That will touch someone in ways they can't explain.
Short Poems