2Nd Grade Children Poems | Examples
These 2Nd Grade Children poems are examples of poetry about 2Nd Grade Children. These are the best examples of Children 2Nd Grade poems written by international poets.
Anglerfish anglerfish
you clever lightbulb dangler-fish
Goliath frog jumped out of a mailbox
Chased off a dog, a hog, and a fluffy fox
They straight away ran up to a giant ox
ox was terribly ill with itchy chicken pox
You two are on your own! Yelled the irritated fox
Goliath frog jumped all the way back to that mailbox
What do we do now? The hog asked the dog named Knox.
Knox could not answer; his scratchy voice was on the rocks.
Did you see how that cookie crumbled,
and then tumbled, and tumbled, and tumbled,
from the tabletop down to the floor,
and then tumbled and tumbled some more,
and did you hear the "Oh no!" that she fearfully mumbled?
I can be a leaf blowing in the wind
I can be a tree with lots of apples
I can be a star that glow very bright
I can be a sun that shine with warmth
I can be the rain from the cloudy sky
I can be the water that flows in the river
I can be the green grass that stand tall
I can be the flower on the hill in the valley
I can be the bird that soar high in the sky
I can be the busy bee that pollenates
I can be the butterfly with beautiful wings
I can be the fly that buzz and flies around
I can be a fire truck with loud sirens
I can be a race car that speeds on the track
I can be a doll in a toy box with friends
I can be a a stuffed bear with a honey pot
I can create anything with my imagination
I can be anything I want to be
My creation, my world.
Coin toss
Close eyes, deep breath
Fingers crossed on both hands
Make a wish for your top desire
Open eyes.
Jumping Jill she just loved to jump
From when she woke until bedtime.
She was afraid that she’d get plump
If she did not jump through daytime.
Once Jumping Jill did jumping jacks,
She hit and broke Ma’s precious chime.
Ma screamed and scared Jill with the axe,
Now Jill thinks jumping is a crime.
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Month being counted like other children,
Date of celebration of all children,
Hi date of all children,
We haven't live you alone.
Mother who have the children,
Are you considering with your children?
Do you know their problems and listen?
What about things which are hidden?
Since in school they have join,
Are they understanding what they are learning?
Which process do they take when raining?
Safety on the road are they responding?
Children who have no guide,
Which are not your own blood,
Are they living with any proud?
Forgetting their all sad and hard?
Nursery Rhymes only poetry contest- Eve Roper, Picture Prompt 2
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Happy girl Happy girl
Give a joyful twirl
Give me that daisy, white
It is very bright
Give me that daisy, blue
It has lovely hue
Happy girl Happy girl
Give a joyful twirl
Give me that daisy, pink
It gave me a wink
Give me that daisy, red
I'll wear on my head
Happy girl Happy girl
Give a joyful twirl
Give that daisy, yellow
It has such a glow
Give that daisy, purple
It is sweet little
Happy girl Happy girl
I'll give five merry twirl
From your bunch of flower
Give me one each color
I'll take them home
To cheer up my mom
The carrots jumped up and grabbed my nose,
Swatted them back down with my toes!
Spinach curled round my fork,
Had two eyes!
I knew it was alive.
The peas lined up across the plate,
Waiting for the spoon to retaliate!
"Quit playing with your food, momma said,
Or I'll have to send you off to bed!"
It's not me!
The food on my plate will not stay still!
Attacks me,
At will!
As the steak marched across the plate,
I stabbed it quick,
Before my mother could state,
"Off to bed with you!
Playing with food will never do!"
So off to bed I went.
It's a good thing,
The jellybeans parachuted in.
Now I'll have some dinner.
The end!
My books are all over the floor,
Even one went out the door!
The kids don't see me when they run down the hall.
People say I'm really quite small!
Flinging,
Back and forth,
Didn't see me at all!
Sent my books flying,
I wouldn't be lying,
This has happened before!
Usually, I end up on the floor.
What to do?
I'm tired of going home,
With a bruise or two!
Stuck a tall bike flag on my pack!
Let's see if the kids miss that!
Lunch is where we eat a bunch!
Sandwich with cheese,
Chips, pickles, and peas.
Sometimes and apple or two.
Until Billy comes,
Then I don't know what to do!
He stands over my head,
Makes me wish I were dead!
I know what he wants,
A bite of my lunch!
I also know,
One bite is not nearly enough.
He has a lack of a lunch,
That is my hunch.
He stands near my head,
This is what I dread!
"Give me your lunch!
Or I'll punch you in the head!"
Finally, a solution came round,
To satisfy my blues!
"Oh, Billy my dear, I said,
Come down and sit nearby.
You have nothing to fear.
I made two lunches before I came here."
Now we are friends,
It was an easy way to end bullying today!
Teeth normally straight and true,
Went all awry,
I don't know what to do!
Kids call me fang!
Which isn't very nice,
I haven't even smiled twice!
My teeth are all crooked,
Hang out of my lips.
I wonder what would happen,
If I bit them really quick!
My mom said," don't do it!
Don't even slip!"
My dad said," If you take a bite,
You'll start a fight!
Kid your just out of luck."
Then Halloween came around again,
I found fake teeth laying on the ground!
I wear them with pride,
Smile, and stride around town!
New kid on the block,
Other kids tease me a lot!
Trying not to cry,
All my old friends don't live close by.
Making new friends will cost me some time,
I need someone who's on my side.
First thing to do,
Find someone else who's new!
Check out what they like to do.
See if I can find something similar for two.
Then I'll note,
If they can get along with me!
Perhaps I'll have a friend,
Or three!
Once upon a time,
A pirate ship came to mind.
Large and flowing,
With figure head all knowing.
Leading the ship day and night,
Into the latest pirate fight.
Brought many a ship's crew to their knees.
When Esmerelda held her cutlass high,
Squinted about with her one good eye.
The first mate squirreled,
In a hurry,
To turn the rudder left or right.
Failure to obey,
Would send the first mate to walk the plank,
Into the sharks as he sank!
There once was an old car that was quite spry,
It had creaky joints and a sputtering sigh.
Its engine would wheeze
On the road, with such ease
Yet, if I now had such car, I would be pleased
Newer models are no match for a car of that batch
A real classic- though rusty-'neath the sky!