Best 8Th Grade Poems

Grim fog, I praise the shelter of your drear,
the sundown ghost morose not grandiose,
I walk alone - but, no -- with my despair;
a bittern bids a bitter adiós.

The breakers so in agony they gnash
and gnaw the strand with thrash of foamy green,
the tempest witch brings...

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I leave the daily hustle and bustle
and the cacophony of city sound.
And head to where the leaves softly rustle 
in the breeze, and no one else is around.

When I'm alone, I experience peace
that raises my soul to a higher plane.
And anxiety's attacks slowly cease,
free from...

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What is holding you back?
What is stopping you?
What is making you uncomfortable 
about asking?
about wanting?
about dreaming?
about wishing?
about expecting?
about planning?
about setting new goals?
about learning new things?
about figuring out other ways?
about being your most excited self?
about opening yourself up to new opportunities?
New  possibilities? New people? New...

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You've no doubt heard of fire-breathing dragons,
and their obsession with hoarding treasure.
But have you ever heard of Huffle-Winks;
these magical creatures promote pleasure.

Invisible, atop their dragonflies,
they ride the winds of fate mile after mile.
And whenever they encounter a frown;
they attempt to flip it into a smile.

They...

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Laughing, dancing, having the time of her life,
Faerie Fun went from mushroom house to toadstool cottage,
Spreading joy,
Playing with everyone
In a kind and pleasant way.
There was going to be no sadness
In Faerie Forest today if she could help it.
It is up to me, she said.
I am...

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What color are you?
You! You! You! You! You! You! I could do this all day. Smirk.
I am not talking about hair color, eye color, or skin color.
I am not talking about teeth color, or freckle color or fingernail color.
I am talking about soul color.

Soul color...

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My art delights me, covers my walls.
Smiling, dancing, laughing magical beings.
Reminding me how much I love to choose colors.
Appreciated by no one as much as myself.

Proud neon colors saturate my house,
My artwork is in nearly every room,
Each room a challenge. Which one is the best?
Which...

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In the quiet glow of dawn,
Where shadows play and merge,
There she stands -
A vision, a muse, a silent whisper of desire.
Her beauty, an unspoken verse,
Crafting chaos within the tranquil heart.
Love, an unbridled wave,
Crashes against the shores of reason,
Where attraction, a relentless tide,
Pulls with the gravity...

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In a gorgeous meadow chock full of butterflies and daylilies there lived a 
sassy happy beautiful dragonfly.  She was loved by the tulips, roses, and coneflowers. The monarchs revered her, seeing the joy she brought to the meadow.  This little dragonfly did her...

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Faith is not a blind belief
But a trust in something unseen
Faith is not a wishful thinking
But a hope in something real

Faith is not a passive acceptance
But an active engagement
Faith is not a rigid dogma
But a living relationship

Faith is not a burden to bear
But a gift...

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I held a grudge 'til four o'clock
And then I watched TV.
Remembered it at nine.
It very much hurt me.

Took grudge to bed and nurtured it.
Next to my favorite pajamas and pillow.
Added a bit of exasperation and sass to it.
Bigger now, it scratches me rough like brillo.

Took...

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faeries in the air
elves fixing grass quietly
soft springtime magic...

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Squirrel’s friendly kisses,
Squirrel’s loving squeeze.
Squirrel’s touch just misses.
Squirrel, if you please!

We are playing surprise?
Squirrel’s paws on my eyes.
I am supposed to guess?
Up in this squirrel nest?

Squirrel of my dream,
You are making me beam.
You are a shining star,
I know which one you are....

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You will need a terrific setting.  The suck up kids are nodding. 
Make sure that your character is interesting. 
She says this in a monotone voice.
The only voice she has.
The one that puts me to sleep.


I languish back, whispering with my tree.
A willow with...

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Our  house is abuzz
With Me, Bella and Jess 
And Mummy is all delight
“Dad’s coming home tonight! “

The Cake has been made
The table has been laid 
Candles are alight
Dad will be home tonight!

Mum’s wearing polka dots
Dress, Dad had bought
She looks pretty, so bright!
Dad will be...

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