3rd Grade Poems | Examples of 3rd Grade Poetry

Some places you don’t write about. You survive them. Frost on the telly, piss on the stairs, Smells like bleach, burnt foil, and prayers. Boiler’s gone. Sockets dead. Someone’s screaming. Someone bled. Tinfoil wings fill every bin, Ashtrays stacked with yesterday’s sin. Fridge blows air. The kitchen’s grave— Nothing left, and none to save. Upstairs she rocks a silent kid, Eyes like glass, ribs half-hid. Skin...

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As a submissive and passive lad... and boyish looking sexagenarian with similar disposition, I revel(ed) reading in general (and spent carefree idle summer days squirreled away with tomes of posthumous authors) buoyed aloft in seventh heaven courtesy the treasure trove of books occupying shelf space within childhood home at 324 Level Road (long since razed to the ground) and indulged passion for the written word as independent learning, and both parents...

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excited joyful sparkling sprite danced her way into my sight luna moth loveliness in her flight lifting the fey in an effervescent light...

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Dickie dumbfounded dumbkopf danced delirious dumpling dance duped into dumb bunny deception...

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hide and seek squirrel is a pleasure to watch if you must know oak trees fight over him, he is clever, and has humor that glows it’s my turn they holler to him as he begins his game play. Shh! He shushes them. You will give my hiding place away!...

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wear pajamas to breakfast if you can this was said by my cute guy garbage man he is a witty guy, this man named Stan He said it to my dementia-teetering grandma Nan She showed up in the cafeteria in her pajamas too They have cartoon ponies on them in pink and blue No one noticed, for the rest of them...

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If you can't live longer, live deeper....

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Enough is as good as a feast....

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Never show outward emotion, not to them, and certainly not to yourself. Cause if you do, they’ll snap the neck of the bluebird that still chirps in your ribcage at 3 A.M. the only time of the...

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Bumble, the baby bee had the best cradle of all It was carved out of a walnut by his Grandpa Paul It rocked in the wind, gave a gentle little sway Bumble slept inside it cozily, snoring away...

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gnarly snarly wharly harly barley troll when we use his path, he demands a toll When we protest, he hangs us upside down The villagers come by and call us clown gnarly snarly wharly harly barley troll Humiliating us kids is his ultimate goal He is good at it, an expert in fact; I know. He has hung me twice by my...

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If I could catch the stars in a mason jar would it be enough to prove myself? I don't want to be here anymore. I want to be up in space where all of the fireflies reside. They don't care if I'm not good enough. ...

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You joined the Navy. I joined the circus. I was always a clown, and you were always so serious. ...

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I am a circus freak— collar popped, polka dots. You throw apples and boo; I hate all of you too. I’m not bothered, though. One day, I’ll start a revolution and set fire to this whole place. You see me as a freak; I see myself as one of you elites— three-piece suit, walking cane. I’m going to dismantle the aristocracy internally. Join the cause or die. ...

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Among the sky, Among the earth, Among the sand, Among the dirt, Among the sleet, Among the snow— Rests impermanence, our only home. ...

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