8th Grade Poems | Examples of 8th Grade Poetry

A leonine sun of August's stately presence, see the maple and oak leaves, no longer a fresh green of youth. Children will put their beach pails away, when September's boughs drop acorns. It's the closing chapter of the carefree months, when sweethearts on the moonlit boardwalks part. I enjoyed iced coffee on the patio, when the newly-mowed lawn days set us to daydreaming, watching wrens, bluebirds,...

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Blossom Monyei is a poet, potentially from Liberia, as indicated by references to the Liberia Poetry Association and poems published within Facebook groups for spoken word and poetry according to All Poetry and Facebook groups. he has written poems like "Faded", "The Distance Peaks of love", and "Unshaken". One of his poems, "Sin," is available...

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--BlossomMonyei-- In the dark of not knowing what tomorrow will bring. I'll be pulled in a hundred directions, There's only a right path. I fear, One right path amongst hundred. I fear I'll carry the weight of the world I fear I'll fail I fear I'll stumble Will I be able to breathe under those great loads. I've got a lot of task For...

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--BlossomMonyei-- A path of thorns Thorns of many kind. Thorns that'll ruin a life Thorns that hypnotize to pierce your leg. I've been taught Avoid thorns The pleasure I barely resist All it takes is a foot I fought not to But pleasure grew Desire became hungry. I enjoyed as it entered my foot Forgot the consequences Pleasure left, Desire satisfied A great penalty, I was shocked I knew I couldn't continue...

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--BlossomMonyei-- *Wear a smile Wear a smile even when sadness comes to tear off. Wear a smile even if there's no one else to love. Life might get crazy for a while It'll be over soon just wear a smile. Wear a smile it's the best face mask It's not expensive doesn't require a task. Wear a smile even if there's nothing...

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--BlossomMonyei-- Like a tree Stands on its own Reaching for the sky I stand alone. All by myself With no one else I'll make it through I stand alone. #blossommonyei Liberia Poetry Association....

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The Boy They Called a Lunatic By Blossom Monyei I was just a kid, about 12 years old, when Joseph Nyumah Boakai’s wife asked my landlord to send his son, Francis, to work at her house. At that time, Boakai wasn’t yet President of Liberia. Francis refused. He said he wanted to go to school — not serve anyone as...

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--Blossom Monyei-- Beaten, Hurt, Whipped, Nailed, He paid for me Not with gold But with His life A promise of love. I won’t forget His great gift, The blood He gave, The price He paid. When I get lost, He finds me. He leaves the rest Just to bring me back. My sins were deep, But His blood cleaned me. Now I am saved, With Him forever free. #blossommonyei #liberiapoetry Liberia Poetry Association....

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Tiranga in the Sky By Amanah Imtiaz Kazi 8F I see you, India bold and bright, In every spark of morning light. Not just in books or words we say, But in our hearts, you live each day. You're more than stories we were told, Of battles fought and courage bold. You rise with dreams in every face, With every fight for truth and...

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So plant it on that petrichoric soil in rows As you bring at my funeral that pure ruby rose And so? If I'm unable to perceive it's essence Don't shatter either penalize it in a burst of incense Then nourish it with spring warm water to lush And let it expand on more roses to reserve...

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Puppies and birds, they were Clarise’s go-to’s. She always had her eyes out, she never did snooze. Fishing them out of crevices, crannies and old boats. She never brought home llamas, donkeys or goats. Puppies and birds, she collected faster than most. I have sixty-two robins, she said in way of a boast. Her blue glasses were always full of dribbles...

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Years I spent listening to Your Pretty Thoughts You were a Fantasy that lit up a light. Who would’ve thought we would Drift. Feelings I have yet to Unfold, but I will wait. Maybe our waves will finally meet. I won’t force anything Learning new pursuits and making new friends Who would've thought that I wouldn't...

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To love your enemy I should not say this, but there is no way to hide I had a wonderful childhood when our country was at war and occupied  the mighty German army walked in and out of an army barracks, riding on their enormous horses, dark chocolate, drinking morning milk until peace broke out, and it was back to stark...

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The Spark and the Flame It’s easy to rise when the fire is new, To chase bold dreams the moment they brew. But sparks burn quick, and passion may tire, Without the fuel of steady fire. Discipline walks where impulse fades, Through winding roads and shadowed shades. Consistency, the thread unseen, That stitches the path where goals are led, And makes dream come true...

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she was a giver; not just to me, but to many more. I was angry and mean, the words I used I now abhor. Did I know better? Possibly, and yet, I flung terror into the air. Hitting her in the heart with arrows of nasty, not giving a care. I was not a good partner, I killed her...

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