Best Second Grade Poems

Knowledge of the universe, knowledge of good and evil
What is at the end of infinity? OK, infinity came in tenth grade....
Hell fire and brimstone scorches...

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EIGHT


A deliberate surprise 
A shove from the back
while creating artwork 
in my second-grade class
Perhaps an ocean scene
A distant angry memory
of my eight-year-old 
consciousness


The broken waxy...

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When I was a child everyone’s mother on my block corrected me.
Every adult in the neighborhood watched me vigilantly, carefully.
Watching for me to do something...

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She'd entered my dwelling, my stalker a complete fatal attraction, mimicking my every move, simply distraught I was ,who could this intruder be, ripping pages...

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First grade, pelted with eggs
  Second grade, broke both legs
Third grade, fell down the stairs
  Fourth grade, clawed by a bear

Fifth grade, ran...

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Lone Li Ness is my name
No one calls it; I have no friends.
I had one once in second grade
But she moved

Shyness kept me from having...

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We celebrate in April
Poets and the words they say
And that is why my grandson
(Second grade) told me today:


“In school we’re making poems
Whenever we have writing...

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Dad hit me only once, an upper cut to the solar plexus. It nearly lifted me off my feet. I was 17 then and already...

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Preschool
I cried because
A bigger kid
Knocked over the castle
I’d built
Kindergarten
I cried because
Somebody stole
The chocolate bar 
I’d brought 
First grade
I cried because
The teacher yelled at me
It wasn’t...

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I was in second grade when I started comparing myself to other girls.
I asked myself, “why am i not her?” “why are my thighs bigger?”...

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Hello carpet my old friend
She knocked me down on you again
Because in the house I was softly creeping
I woke her up while she was sleeping
And...

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This poem is about how I feel the world has betrayed at most every turn.

I received my awakening,
About the age of three,
Too young for understanding,
Of...

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You don’t know what it feels like
So STOP your fake pretending
A life is much more difficult
Through the eyes of the depressing 

You seem so amused,...

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When the preacher asked Do you take this man
The groom thought this was a thrill
The bride replied I may as well
Being no one else will
When...

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I remember in kindergarten,
I and a few friends were put on the yellow light,
the light of shame, for playing tic-tac-toe on the Spanish room tables.
oh...

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