5th Grade Poems | Examples of 5th Grade Poetry

In Ecuador the delicious ripe bananas are not one color There are yellow, green and red ones according to brother. Which ones are the tastiest? Asked my nosy stepmother. Whichever one you are eating this minute, answered my brother....

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Why don’t geckos sink into the sand Disappearing into the promised land? What saves their Arizona lives? What keeps them up? The flaps in between their toes said my Uncle Hup. I thought he was joking, because he is a funny guy So, I looked it up in my gecko book which was way up high He was exactly right, my...

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The egret was poking along thorough the brush A bull name of King began to get a giant crush The last love interest he had was a tiny blue thrush He offered the egret a bite of his oatmeal mush She declined politely, as had that blue thrush...

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In fifth grade, I earned first place statewide for violin against the girl I half-loved— her fingers quicker, her lineage more illustrious— but that day, mine did not tremble. She chose a piece with fireworks and pitfalls— something by Tchaikovsky— I chose Barcarolle— plainspoken, sweet, a boat gliding through moonlight. I played it without flaw. She slipped once, only once. We both knew I’d won on a grace note— not brilliance, nor fire— just...

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Rainbow birthday girl dressed in her striped socks and shoes of pink She put down her pencils, tossed out her paints and ink. Concentrated on her party, her presents, her guests and such. Many gave her rainbow gifts which she loved very much!...

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Curly haired Carlotta brought her curls onto our bus Filling it up from seat to seat, annoying many of us. Her hair grew an inch every fifteen minutes you see. We could barely speak to each other for it was not wee. These curls went down the aisle and into the seats. Two guys sitting on some of it were...

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Super Hero Heart Henrietta Heaven’s Helpful Hand Blew in swiftly, barely touching her feet on corn or land We watched her flit here, there, under, over, around and through. She got little accomplished but certainly entertained me and you....

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Every pirate west of the Caribbean had heard of Captain Gary Bee. He was reputed to be way younger than the next captain at twenty-three. We were anxious to meet him, so we invited him to tea. He strutted in with short pants, that barely covered up a knee. It is rude to ask pirate captains their age, so...

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Why is the heart so confusing You’ve been told it’s wrong You know it’s wrong But you crave for them more Not even physically Just their presence is more than enough You give until you’re drained Wondering why you don’t receive as much You care so much Why isn’t it the same You want people to feel loved and cared for But it...

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Lively little lucky Lucy Lulu Manages milk cows who cannot moo Noting Nor a Nebraska Gnu Overseeing the ornery ocean blue Providing pike for little Lucy Lulu...

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Although she looked like a dainty delight That gorgeous faerie queen was not quite right Bad-talked people before they were out of sight She was grouchy and mean, all day and night Her green eyes were glowing, extremely bright She had blonde hair that was curly and light She appeared two weeks ago just past twilight What comes from her mouth simply...

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Old radio plays slow jams in memory of best moments but fleeting, The vigour and splendour of youth unfolding cautiously as stars mount the skies. Dancing to the collapsed hope of a lover knows hurtful heart from staggering footsteps, Memories splashed on walls, laughter and silence hanging over my head like broken halo. thoughts heavy to let go, the...

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Nyla has a coffee mug glued to her hand Spends all her time in the coffee bar, Latte Land Must have fresh ground roast; nothing common or canned Complains if she tastes one teensy bit of coffee sand Nyla has some kind of weird coffee bean-loving gland. Around this mug, her right hand is usually fanned. Puts on airs, acts like...

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He looks cuddly I want to pick him up and hug him But I have been warned Koalas do not like that At all Part of me still wants to The dangerous part The silly part The stupid part...

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dolphins have a sense of play that resonates with me A spirit of joy and excitement A childlike innocence They take care of each other Appear to share private jokes I picture myself swimming with them But then I remember I would be terrified I am scared to death of the ocean I have seen the movie Jaws, haven’t I?...

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