8Th 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. ~
When the elders declare a war,
they have lived their lives.
Wars thundering through the
centuries,
Death is present to reap,
it’s the children who fall.
They haven’t walked enough,
in childhood’s discovering journey.
The bombs, the drones,
the guns,
the screams of fright,
dying under a sun they should
be playing in,
it’s the children who fall.
Dust plumes in the hellish rampage,
and in the rubble they are dead,
mothers, fathers wail to God Who
weeps on His heavenly throne.
Psyches bleed, ravaged by grief.
Wars trample and crush the flowers
of innocence,
as the butterflies search for them,
it’s the children who fall. ~
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!
children
plump and perky
jumping sliding skipping
joyful excited energized
children
Maximillian lives in his own universe
beyond the stretch or reach of others
his family recognizes his magic-ness
others attempt to fix him
to change him
to un-Max him
His family will not allow it
Autism is a gift
it makes him unique
makes him more theirs
they chase off the ignorant
Encouraging Maximillian to live his truth
on his pink moon
in his own cosmos
where God placed him
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.”
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.
The night air, crisp and cool;
A trillion stars overhead;
Alabaster snowflakes
Tumble to the ground in silence.
Manger scenes behind glass,
Festive colored lights on eaves.
Distant carolers,
Harmony rising above the blustery breeze.
The silver tinkle of sleigh bells,
Santa's sleigh at the edge of imagination.
Children fast asleep,
Gleefully dreaming of tomorrow.
A quiet hearth glows.
sleepy children wake
gifts gather under the tree...
it's Christmas morning
(Haiku)
11/15/2021
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I always try not to say this to children no matter how tempted I am.
“Shhh! You’ll wake up the monster under the bed…
And if he gets too loud, the closet crazies will come out
and pull you into the deepest darkest night. Sleep tight”.
I saw red reflecting off flakes of snow;
as I stared out my window on tiptoe.
And I'm pretty sure I saw Rudolph's nose:
though it could have been a plane, I suppose.
I couldn't see his sleigh amidst the shadows:
but I knew that Santa Claus always shows.
And then, I heard bells jiggling, and I froze:
I'm spying on Santa; what if he knows?
I flew across the room in my bedclothes:
and closing my eyes, I pretend to doze.
What happened next, I can't rightly disclose:
let's just say spying's best left to the pros.
Oatmeal pie on your face? Doesn’t make sense.
Not pie, just oatmeal. I am fixing my complexion.
What is wrong with it?
Nothing. I am maintaining.
Maintaining your skin?
Maintaining everything; I do my rear end too.
You put oatmeal on your petootsie?
I sit in it.
I ponder this for a while,
Not able to wrap my mind around it.
Not realizing she means oatmeal water.
People do not understand children are literal.
When my daddy told me he ordered a car with bucket seats
I was angry with him until it arrived.
Thinking it was going to be horrible to sit in.
Before the war we did not know of evil.
We did not understand meanness or death.
Before the war we were kids, children, happy.
As we were snapped up and shaken, things changed.
We became different people now.
More suspicious, more wary, more afraid.
We became a tiny bit cynical, angry, confused.
War is made by the rich to hurt the poor.
We had not even realized we were poor
until the war came.
Listen up to this cautionary tale
of a Halloween alien abduction.
Veiled by masks, space vampires use seduction
and trickery to suck the life from frail
humans, orchestrating every detail
of this diabolical production.
They join the trick-or-treaters late at night,
feasting on the naïve, who think them, friends.
Once detected, it's too late for amends,
you'll vanish entirely out of sight.
Terrorized children, paralyzed with fright,
will wake up praying that their nightmare ends.
If you ever see such bloodsuckers, hide,
before they try to take you for a ride.
(Verse)
10-16-2020
The following 10 words were used : alien, blood, cautionary, vampires, trickery, abduction, paralyzed , Halloween, feasting, and diabolical.