7th Grade Poems | Examples of 7th Grade Poetry

Captain Bee of the Ship McKee had a reputation all over the Seventh Seas A pirate narcissist, who made people grovel down to their knees He had cold steely blue eyes, and he was fearsome to the point of absurd. I was fearful of this pirate, until I realized that Captain Bee is a canary bird....

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Impossible mission for systematization to be wrung out of entropy Which lame excuse I exclaimed, when my dear old mom asked rather told me in her scolding voice to tidy up my bedroom, cuz this son of a gun intuited neatening (organizing) one infinitesimal corner of the cosmos, (a veritable pinpoint of nothingness - our house at blank address) hence an excellent reason as lamely iterated...

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Roses are red, violets are vile Lilies are ugly, daisies make me smile Allergies are making me sneeze off my head I hate to say this, but I want all flowers dead I cannot bury them in my yard for they make me sick If you send me a bouquet, I will be saying “ick!” Flowers are pretty, if they do...

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With an unfamiliar phrase, she reassured me. the fact that clouds are always passing, Additionally, the burden we are currently bearing No difference will be made as the night becomes glassy. We sat there with our legs crossed on the old grass, Using silence as a form of communication. The world slowed down, the atmosphere was pleasant, A little cool and a...

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We are inheriting Art and Arc Of trying to understand. How once, we were fingers, Born of the same common hand. Miniatures born into this land Of thought. Tactile each, and that ought, To have been enough. But, In the sound of each brushed whisper Overheard in the billowing clouds, We fought the thought Of the popular injunction. Loud as a newborn’s...

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Of that oak tree falls, I may soon be dead. I stared in disbelief at my cousin Zed. Why do you have this weird feeling of dread? He shrugged his shoulders, eating mom’s shortbread. Sometimes Zed gets weird thoughts into his head. Why can’t he keep them to himself instead?...

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That old elf is unschooled, but he taught himself Has more knowledge than books on a librarian’s shelf We call him the amazing wizened elf, for he is you see. Much brighter than my siblings, actually, my whole family. He can do better surgery than most doctors can do A self-taught veterinarian, he saved a sheep’s life too Old elf is...

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Happy-go-lucky were his middle names Three because his parents liked to play name games Does he have a first name? aske two concerned old dames Yes, said his sister, Poindexter but James is what he claims....

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Gleaming glassy glistening glazed globs Glittering gleefully, gloriously glossy Glowing with glimmers and glimpses of glorification Generating generous gentlewoman’s grateful glances Gallivanting gallery’s gleaming gazebo’s grateful celebration of G....

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Archangel Michael watches from the sky apple blossoms feel loved...

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A squab, a squid, a squishy stump A troll, a gnome, a stick, a chump How else to describe my cousin Bump? You see, he also is a bit of a chump...

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Collecting collateral fuzzy Fred said Keeping the secret of his co-worker Ned Ned was unconcerned, he paid the money Fred is missing, reported his live-in Honey This man has not been found since ‘84 Ned is relieved, he’s not been extorted anymore...

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Mud puddle Marvin makes messy mixes Never nailed Nanette notices noodles by nixes Ostentatious Oscar organizes oatmeal fixes Providing proof personified, pixie counts by sixes...

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If I could fly, I would be gone Over that hill, across the pond Next to the path by the albino swan So, I can spy on my cousin John Who is dating that doxy name of Dawn Next, t I will spy on my brother Shawn...

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Within the dust of bones and temple stones, A whisper walks—more felt than clearly shown. Not blood nor birth, nor lineage laced with gold, But trembling trust the ancient prophets hold. What weight has faith, that it should stretch through time, And echo in the silent church-bell’s chime? What proof resides in relics made of air, But that the unseen realm is...

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