Best Elementary School Poems

Mrs. Lightfoot had taught music at Talbot Elementary School for years.
A couple of her pupils excelled in music but most became engineers.
She sat at her desk to muse upon the past after another trying day,
Recalling events that had contributed to the 'dyeing' of her hair...

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First period each morning she meets their languid sighs
Their low moaning at new tasks to be undertaken
She must be upbeat, no matter her personal woes,
In her crisp, clean dress and comfortable walking shoes
She steps briskly around the room with encouraging
Words, smiles for the underprivileged...

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Playground

Running around the playground,
Oh how I wish  I could stick around.
Ouch I just fell on the ground,
Oh how I love the sound.

Science

Dissecting frogs,
Checking out different kinds of logs.
There's even jars with baby hogs,
I've even learned about different kinds of bogs.

Art

I like painting lots of...

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I will miss all my friends
When school finally ends
Sitting at the lunch table
Telling lots of stories and fables

All the laughing and goofing around
You know to stop when you hear that sound
Then you hush
And start to blush

I will miss these things about Elementary school
All the times...

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What I'll miss about elementary school will be recess!
Fun in the sun, I love this place,
I have to confess.
Recess was the the best space.
I'll miss my old teachers,
and all their awesome features.
I'll miss all my coaches and their advice.
They were all very helpful and nice.
To...

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Tribute to those slain at sandy hook elementary school ™

I read the terribly tragic news oh boy
about unlucky kids 
   at a Connecticut elementary school
thus a spark in me 
   heavily languished from deadly ploy!

The steely bullets lit
tinder - kindle ling...

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...prized progeny well nigh impossible chore
haunted by priceless offspring, 
neither surviving 
   papa/ mama can never a door
not ever again hearing 
   soft pitter patters across floor
mental angst fraught with blood & gore
this haint mooch different, 
   than a...

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What I'll miss most of all,
I'm not quite sure about.
It could be when my friends and I had a ball,
Or when we would laugh and shout.

It could be having only 3 or 4 teachers a day,
Or playing 4-square on the playground.
Instead we'll be sitting in...

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I'm realy going to miss recess,
Our time outside always flew.
Even when it was a muddy mess
There were plenty of things to do.

Instead of learning about mass,
We spent time watching a movie.
Playing games with the class
No work, now THAT was groovie.

Teachers here are realy nice
I'll miss...

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I will miss some of my teachers,
Sitting with my friends.
On the bleachers,
Till the very end.

In elementary school,
We see are friends almost all day.
Which is pretty cool,
In the suns hot rays.

My teachers that I had,
I will not forget.
They were not that bad,
I even had Mrs. Burgett.

By:...

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As the yellow-orange  sun  slowly rises
Memories of your class's  fun  flood my heart
Thoughts  run  to your teaching and enterprises

You brought those  tiny  guppies to our class
A creative  shiny  diorama's great art
 Sunshiny  person and...

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Kindergarten Teacher

  Kind when she shares her bologna sandwich.
 
  Imaginative when she has to use Q-tips to teach.
  
  Nurturing to teeter totter injuries.
  
  Daring when rescuing an mystery object from the toilet.
  
  Earnest...

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The teeny weeny arachnid
crawled up my dingy wall.
Little did he know
this would turn into a brawl.

Then I grabbed a shoe
held it high above my head.
And the teeny weeny arachnid
is now officially dead.




*Nearly two years ago, on April 2, 2021, I decided to try ’30 days...

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the mind returns to things
although the major focus is loved ones
LOST
valued then and now
yet lost, somehow

II
my first book of poetry
written before seventeen
Lost when my sister sold our home
I was lost in America
being FOUND by Jesus among Christ-followers
I value more

II
the mind, if not disciplined in loving...

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a decade ago, I picked up water colors and acrylics
O the exuberance of being a first-time artist
Who, in myriad poverty of apartheid, scorned art
As the purview of those living in luxury
Yet I was spending five hours on painting crosses with doves
Celebrating Jesus and the Holy...

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