7Th Grade Children Poems | Examples
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the children of nations….perish in the wars
of their elders folly
The chill rains fall,
the tents flood,
families huddle for warmth.
The children of Gaza,
the children of Nigeria suffer.
Will humankind ever learn,
engraved sorrow on our
souls burn. ~
Calendar commences, conviviality,
kids kvetch knishes cold,
cantaloupe crappy,
kids constantly crunching cookies,
cake, candy.
Could kayaking, canoeing, camping
in Canada cure cantankerous
children's contention?
Can caddying at the country club
conquer kid's complaining?
chaos could conduce calamity,
kindred claiming complete cuckoo-ness,
summer sanity-stealing s'mores scavengers!
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
After a summer life,
each leaf has a story to tell.
They turn for eternity,
falling to an embracing earth.
Another autumn,
another cycle of nature,
as children play in the colors
of the season.
sharing the harvest
children of want filling bowls
feeding her strength
midsummer's easy
dragonflies
children free from cares
For all the tolls of the war dead,
for those who starve for bread,
for persecuted martyrs dying in the Lord,
for young and old victims of domestic discord,
I live in grief and sleep in gnashes,
yet, children born are hope for humanity's masses,
precious Jesus, You know many are not moneyed,
though small alms in Your eyes are honeyed. ~
i'm saddened today from the....neverending spillage of
children's blood
I watched a group of twelve-year-olds
digging in the sand
No older though, for they squealed in laughter
Heads thrown back in the wind
Something in the sand and water excited them
And I swear they did a circular dance around the liquid hole
I drank in the freedom
of those prepubescent boys
So thrilled and free they were that day
that I became invisible as I passed.
I wondered to myself
Had I ever laughed so fully
in the whole of my existence?
I hope to do so someday
now that I see it can be done.
She wore thick leggings
our childhood polio albatross
mass Sabin vaccine sauce
body snatcher ritual
fixed beautiful legs.
(In early elementary school she wore braces most of the way through 6th grade. We all went to the nearby JHS to drink the approved Sabin vaccine. By 7th grade she had healed. She had beautiful, working legs.) She has recently, physically passed. This is in remembrance of her.)
These children need a male role model, the teacher said.
But, I argued. He would have to be sane, right in the head.
She rolled her eyes, believing that all males are well-bred.
Which tells me that her global knowledge is all but dead.
What about that dude? I ask as he climbs off a mo-ped.
He doesn’t look like our type, said the teacher, Miss. Fred.
The guy laughed at her idiocy, and picked lint off his thread.
This, my dear, is our Principal, Mr. Theodore also called Ted.
She looks embarrassed, and her face turns a lovely red.
These children need a male role model, she quickly tells Ted.
Ted nods his head and says “I have been to my homestead.”
“Shortly, we will be joined by my big brother Take-No-Prisoners-Ned.”
“Place this cloak around you and blink six times
You will then hear three chimes
When your body begins to shudder
You’ll be invisible to your own mother!”
You will love his children! Their mother said.
They did not care, they wanted to know what he was like.
The guy became their stepfather in two months.
This was shocking. His three sons came to stay too.
Six boys in one home. They loved it! They had the best time.
The marriage gave out in a few years, but the boys remained brothers.
To their dying days, they loved being together.
Glad that something good came out of this brief marriage.