Best Grade School Poems

My life as a grade school teacher
Is like  a life-long student and schooler
Always working with colors, pens and papers
While taking care of kids as their second mother.

Still, I oftentimes sleep quite late at night
Check exams, plan learner’s lessons that delight
In the morning, I need...

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As the autumn of my life approaches, a bit of memory fades,
But I still recall very special times from my primary grades.
We did things then now considered politically incorrect,
Enjoying Valentine and Halloween parties - no one did object!

The Valentine party was the social event of...

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Did she say time numbers or prime numbers? 
I was sure it was not rhyme numbers. 
She is staring at me. Miss Johnson, math teacher.
Takes daydreaming in class as a personal affront.
Her eyes narrow. I yawn. Bad move.

Could you demonstrate this on the board, Caren?
Out...

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Sparkling gold sequined top.
Glitzy shamrock necklace with twinkly silver chain.
Neon-green gemstone on one hand, pearl on the other.
Spider pin with a fat amber gemstone body and turquoise legs.
I threw on my multi-colored sparkly beads too, for good measure.
I want everyone to know I teach at...

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Summer’s almost over - that convalescent state
where successive modes of pleasure
were the order of the day.
Now fall commands awakening -
drive simplicity away! The hounds
of hell are yelping that it’s time to banish play.
They cry “forget unscheduled hours 
that owned no share of care - the...

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They get off the bus
fresh from their houses
Crisp pink cheeks
Glossy hair
Shoes pristine
Bows in their hair
Smiles for their friends
Smell fresh
Look clean

The day plunks them into puddles
Rolls them around in dirt
Throws them off slides,
watches them twirl onto grassy knolls
Gives them sweet smells of reality
Tastes of earth and...

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Theoretical physicists say that there’s really no such thing as “time.” That our perception of time is just how our minds work but that, in reality, everything is happening at once.

Somewhere, Harry James’ trumpet is crying out to lovers. Do you hear it?

Romeo is about...

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Pleasant classmate
                                      Joyfulness, friend
    ...

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where did they go - days rusty with recall 
segments of memory here and there
vacant at times
youth was on my side - wanting knowledge
like siblings - wanting to grow up
explore independence - to read
so wanted to ride the yellow bus   

pot holes filled...

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Hey, you could be a bus driver!
And do you have nerves of steel?
Can you drive while people scream?
Are you awake at five?
Do children mind you?
Do you love kids?
Hooray!
Driver
Bus...

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Words mean so much to those of us who are word dreamers, word-lovers, 
word jugglers, word players, word-doers,  But what about those of us who cannot read? Is it no wonder that our world is so different than yours? Can 
you fathom the pain...

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i am a sentence
a set of words that's complete 
in itself, subject 

and predicate a
conveying  statement, question,
exclamation, or 

command of main clause
sometimes one or more clauses
i am a sentence


by James Edward Lee Sr....

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When teachers tell you at the beginning of May,
"The end of school is 30 days away!"

30 days sounds like a piece of cake but look at the calendar.
So many days filled with tests and volunteering, not laughter...

So you prepare yourself for what is to come.
Soon...

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An art party! Hooray! The second grade teacher tells her class.
You have earned it for good behavior. Everyone likes to color, right?
Everybody likes to paint. It is relaxing!

“I don’t like to,” says Bobby.
“I hate it,” says Em.

“You will love this art party,” the teacher tells...

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They were telling on each other.
He is annoying; always talking.
I just want peace and quiet!
He keeps tapping my desk.

She is irritating. I cannot stand her.
We do not get along. Why do we have to sit together?
She pinched me, so I smacked her hard.
My folks say...

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