Summer 5Th Grade Poems | Examples
These Summer 5Th Grade poems are examples of 5Th Grade poems about Summer. These are the best examples of 5Th Grade Summer poems written by international poets.
SUMMER is...
Swimming,
Unwinding,
Melting
Moments.
Enjoy it.
Relax...
SUMMER is...
Swimming
Under a wide blue sky;
Munching
Many mangoes;
Eating melting ice-cream before it drips on my belly;
Running barefoot on burning sands all the way back to the hot hot car.
Samantha sensed another safari was in her very near future
the summer was not over yet, so she ran to Africa, the Congo
Mosquitoes, Covid, Typhoid and fruit flies did not bother her
Her maps were worn out so she winged it, and loved it so…
Life is a rollercoaster of emotions
Once you are happy,
In a blink you're sad:
Or in a glimpse of a rage memory,
you'll feel at lost,
regretful of the past.
Our mind's a spring of feelings,
it's up to you
how you react.
Forgive yourself
Is one wise act.
Forgive others
Is a perfect path.
Your real self
Is in a nutshell.
You can hide it well
With words of lie,
But your acts
Cannot deny,
quietly speak high.
True kindness,
True goodness,
True depth
Of one's mind;
Our heart,
Like the lake,
Though calm at summer,
Angers in a
Stormy weather.
In a point of time,
Your shadow fades;
Conceals
Your true shade.
Once upon a magical evening an enchanted fairy I happened to see
dressed in a fantastical dress with two dappled wings of lace,
she shone like the midnight sun;
I must confess, she looked rather whimsical
sitting there by a green wooden door, waiting for your lore!
Her arms as tender as lotus stalks and her long curly locks dancing
in the cold breeze mesmerized everyone there alike; her eyes
as blue as the summer sky, sent silent signals, begging for your tight hug;
she seemed eagerly awaiting a communion with you, and longing
to give you a fondly caress for experiencing a heavenly bliss!
Flora recognized the brownie’s despair
His depression wafted and waved in the summer air
She herself had been the victim of some sad times
The cure was to volunteer for the March of dimes
You need to get outside of your sorrow and do some good.
When your heart expands, like it probably should…
You will stop wallowing and yelping and see better times.
Okay, he agreed, but does it always have to be the March of dimes?
No, volunteer to help an older person who cannot get around.
Bring up their canned jellies, jams and pickles from way underground.
Visit a day care center and offer to hold the babies who cannot sleep.
The object is to bring happy joy to your life, it is wisdom deep.
Home made iced lollies,
our taste of back yard summer,
sharing Vimto smiles.
we were all lollygagging about on a fine summer day, you see
Snakeburt, Dinogut, Pidgfeather, Yellow Cat, Dudley and me
Smelling the flowers, acting like we were enjoying the day
Wishing some adventure with pirates would come storming our way.
Mickle pickle schmickle ding dong due
Eyes on the prize for both me and you
Dragon flies by on a plane summer blue
Mickle pickle schmickle ding dong due
Queen Janae arrived in the summer in the back of a conch shell boat.
After the winter frost had thawed on every single Alaskan float.
Demon devilfish and wailing frogfish popped their heads out of the waves.
Wondering whether to greet her or run back to their underground caves.
Action Time in Summer
It was a warm summer holiday
And I was working on my secret bay.
I drew all types of art and drawing
While watching the sparrows sing.
My mother made chocolates & cakes,
While I was wandering on the nearby lanes,
And then with my father I would run out to the bus stop
To go to the colossal shop.
Then after I came back
Rest was what I would lack.
I would play video games and watch TV
While my family listening to music.
It came the last final day of vacation
And we booked our tickets for the metro station.
We reached our home just in time
But late enough to hear the clock chime.
The next day was an awesome school
And we enjoyed our day,
While playing with our new tools.
And at last, it was time to leave
The Sun was relieved.
Written By: AD Date: 2nd April 2023
Put Youself In Their Shoes Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Eve Roper
Placed 1st
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It was late August, during summer break,
We went to our grandma’s village called Snake.
She had a small house beside a big lake;
She was known to people as Mrs. Blake.
She liked to live in the village alone;
There she loved to live a life of her own.
In her little field, corn seeds, she had sown;
That time to its full size the crop had grown.
Around the field, there was a mountain range…
There we went for harvesting for a change,
Not expecting anything in exchange.
As we were novices the work looked strange!
We worked since morning till evening untired;
The art of harvesting we had acquired.
Our work in the fields everyone admired;
The children of the village got inspired.
After the work, we returned from the field;
People welcomed us with smiles unconcealed.
And honored us by giving us a shield;
To them our whereabouts grandma revealed.
Picture: 3
Date of posting the poem: 8/16/2023
The summer with the hot sun.
The frog in the water.
A girl sitting near the window holding a popsicle.
Warm winds holding the afternoon.
Ohh! Here Mom cooked the ice noodles for the loo.
Bulldog Village was amazed by the new Emperor Not their Choice
He was appointed by his arrogant cousin Ms. Vee Two Royce.
She brought him in on a spectacularly pretty summer day.
But he showed his pompous arrogance to the natives right away.
He ran around showing off his overly puffy fur coat.
Making fun of the inhabitants, even farmer Joe’s old goat.
Male Bulldog Village great again! Was his banner cry.
It was a silly mantra for sure; I will not lie.
He ran around in clothing made by a tailor true.
Who convinced him that his silks were satin too.
He was wearing rags and we made fun of him.
The one who called him out was a pup named Jim.
“The emperor is not wearing satin or silk!
He looks like a fool; drinking kibble and milk.”
“Make Bulldog Village Great again!” yelled the fool.
We rolled our eyes he is such a tool.
It was a lazy lie around in the summer sun day for the farm
The kittens curled up next to the dog, the pig came from the barn.
Famer and his wife were busy getting the crops ready to harvest.
No one seemed to notice the animals on their slumber quest.
This is the place to sleep thought the kittens, as they curled up.
Loving the sun’s rays, which brought their temperatures up.
The dog allowed everyone to sleep around him on this day.
And the pig was glad to finally get away from scratchy hay.
adventurer cat said, “Please call me Jules Vern.”
as excited and alive as a grown Easter fern.
we watched in amazement as she traveled like a queen.
through the fresh summer sea waves, never again to be seen.