7th Grade Poems | Examples of 7th Grade Poetry

Now, brethren, concerning the coming of our Lord Jesus Christ and our gathering together in Him, we ask you, not to be soon shaken of mind or troubled, either by spirit or by word or by letter, as if from us, as though the Day of Christ had come. Let no one deceive you by...

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Charlie Martin was always fart’n Thanks to his mama, Mrs. Martin Beans for breakfast, beans for lunch Never salt, sugar, or anything with crunch Baked beans, lima beans, chili beans too Sometimes in a Shepard’s pie, sometimes in a stew Kid who sits in school in Martin’s row Says Martin's beanie aroma curls his big toe A skunk is not as offensive, said...

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Old ladies in a line would be wearing pastel hats Their shoes would be common, plain, ugly flats. Their hair would be tamed, snipped and curled. But Winifred had just had her soul unfurled. Unencumbered, she was a dancing diva now. She wanted her wild curls to give the men a wow Their wives would hate her, what would they think? Winifred...

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Rabbit was issued an invitation from the cucumber king He could attend a spa, if he wore his red ruby ring While rabbit was soaking in the sauna the ring got taken I bet it’s the king, he thought; he was not mistaken He was in a dilemma, for if he accused the king Of not just taking, but stealing...

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Ollie onion had never been this mad in his life He turned all his anger on the kitchen knife How dare you try to peel me, you interloper, he said. The knife was embarrassed, his face turned red. I did not know that you were alive, he admitted. No one told me this, I am confused, he spitted. Ollie was not...

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A huge tsunami did not bother these two Maude McMillian and her twin sister Sue They got in their shopping cart and rode a wave Many commented those old gals are brave We have been in tsunamis worse than this one said Yes, and we are still alive said her sis, nowhere dead They laughed and chortled as they blew around...

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Raining Tears Dr Ranjit Dutta I cry for the pain That I've known, I cry for the heartache That still lingers on. I cry for the love That's lost its way, I cry for the memories That fade with each passing day. I cry for the fears That I've yet to face, I cry for the doubts...

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These are things in my past, of which I’m not proud. I did these things merely to fit in the crowd. The direction of my life, I didn’t have a clue. I saw many people, Lord, claiming to know you. I would avoid them, due to the things that they’d say. Like repent to be...

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The most important thing to do, Is seek the One that created you. Jeremiah 17:5 says we are cursed, Whenever we put any humans first. A bunch of misfits that's who we are. Worshiping Musicians and Movie Stars! Let one of them die or be in trouble like you. And what is the first thing people do? All of a sudden they want...

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They went mudd’n down at the water hole Getting their trucks filthy was the goal Grandma said they needed to bless her soul They baptized that old lady in the water hole Everyone has a beard down in the holler Because haircuts cost more than a dollar The best rednecks live in squaller My pig is Sophie, you may call her. We ride...

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Dear Future Generations, The candle did not know whether to snuff herself out Or begin dancing around the cemetery and give a shout She knew she was not going to join her cousin, on walk-about But other than that, she had a vague sense of doubt Who do you think you are? Asked the snippy porcupine. He was still pouting when...

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To my children and grandchildren, Ask God to help you forgive. When you experience hate or hurt any day. Human pride hates to admit, That we are a "Fleshy Mess!" Watch the news there's nothing to guess. We are made to be like our Creator, Designed for caring and love. That's why we must cast our eyes above. Countless times I've been hurt and...

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night accepts our worries grief depths of dreams.... gives his vast stardust solace...

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Brock was a designer, he made a frock Did not tell his co-workers on the dock Figured most of them would tease and mock Wanted to avoid their bullying talk On Brock’s apartment door there was a knock Was easy to do as there was no hanging sock It was his neighbor who wanted to walk She asked Brock to be in...

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Nail walking down the street Carrying a bagful to fix something For the master who owns my dreaming Storefronts lolling sidewalks asleep Night quiet jazz, Erie, PA The endless road breaking cartons Locked doors being kidnapped jumping fences getting spotted running away Dreaming snatches of words in the air Fine milky jazz boots on a roll a train That passes at 10 a,m, cars...

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