4Th Grade Children Poems | Examples
These 4Th Grade Children poems are examples of poetry about 4Th Grade Children. These are the best examples of Children 4Th Grade poems written by international poets.
faeries guard the gate to Nirvana Valley
looking like models from Fashion Row Alley
their magic discourages evil hearts from wanting to stay
Feelings of repulsion compels them to run away
the faeries do not have to do anything except be.
Their goodness and kind souls scour people you see
how do you get them to leave? To vanish? To go?
the wee ones and children do not ask; they know.
Every time I see children playing
With their respective mothers,
How lucky they are! I tell to myself.
Hiding my tears under my eyelids,
I console myself for having lost
My mother when I was just a baby.
She was an epitome of kindness,
What her contemporaries tell me.
She was generosity incarnate,
The members of our family describe her.
If I’m given the power to travel back in time,
I would like to alter her death and see
How she looked like and get back
Her love that I’ve lost all these years.
I would like to sleep on her lap
Forgetting the world around me.
children and elders
take joy in building sandcastles,
let them not crumble
as true architects and welders.
2nd Place
Nervous and shaking, a smile on my face,
I took my first steps in a teacher's place.
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.
children
plump and perky
jumping sliding skipping
joyful excited energized
children
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!
Whoosh! Swish! Clang!
It's the six o'clock kitchen band!
Whoosh of paper towels off the roll.
Swish as broom threads brush the floor.
Clang as pots put on to boil!
Clackety! Clackety! Clack!
Spoons, forks, and knives,
Start their chorus to the task.
Drawers rattle open,
Serving spoons appear,
Tapping gently on crystal clear.
Clap flap! Clap flap!
First a plate,
Then a napkin.
Silverware enters.
Then at last,
Scrapping of plates,
Signals the end of a repast!
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!
They were bigger than me!
Couldn't get free.
Circled around,
Until I fell on the ground!
Scared of what they could do.
I picked a space between some knees,
Let all my breath out.
Until I thought I could squeeze,
Between and under,
Grasping hands and knees.
Ran all the way home,
Then knew I was free!
Ensure, not a single student is left alone;
Treat them all as children of your own.
With utmost faith, they board your bus;
Be not the cause of an unnecessary fuss.
Their lives are in your hands you wheelmen!
Attend to their needs, to be called true men!!
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3rd place
My sister has a long blue dress,
Mother made mine too,
And told us not to make a mess!
Keep our hands neatly folded,
Don't prance or scamper about,
Neither of us wanted to be scolded!
Then Santa and MS. Claus came.
On a sparkling winter boat.
It was too much for us! No joke!
First our knees began to jump,
Then our feet started to pump,
Both of us landed in a lump!
Tumbling, rolling down hill,
It was too late!
We couldn't stay still!
Over and over, we ran up the hill,
Dropped to our knees,
And tumbled down still!
Now our blue dresses are muddy and green,
I think our mother is going to scream!
Final crumbs of a Saturday repast,
We knew it wouldn't last!
Licked all the bowls,
Mom began to scold.
We tried to walk away,
With the food we squirreled away!
For her to find under a pile of dirty clothes,
Or hidden neath the bed,
Boy, did she hold her nose instead!
So catching us,
Before the saved food turned to mush,
Was much better for us!
Prevented her from playing the nose hunt game,
Washing all the clothes just isn't the same!
By then we had left for the day,
Headed out to play!
Snorting in exasperation,
She sprayed air cleaner,
And rubbed her hands with lotion.
See Saturday's repast,
Had long passed!
a cute little nipper
sat on the big dipper
his voice was so chipper
when he lost his slipper
it’s gone said the dipper
I know said the nipper
it fell on a clipper
I’ll need a new slipper
laughter from the dipper
charged up little nipper
he leaned down to the clipper
and retrieved his slipper
Six faerie children with a happy hi hey ho!
Know what way to linger, the tulips love them so.
They are eager to please as the roses always know.
The daffodils adore their swinging singing ways, high and low.
Six faerie children in the wind so greatly blow.
They never have an argument or start any kind of row.
Lily of the valley sees them and begins to grow.
They make themselves scarce when they see a hoe.