Child Class Poems | Examples

These Child Class poems are examples of Class poems about Child. These are the best examples of Class Child poems written by international poets.


Premium MemberWhat Did You Not Want? Again?

What did you do? 
Acting cool 
Making VIP alpha list 
Curling a fist? 
Scan word floor 
You may find four 
Sounding good 
As writings should 
So, summon 'a,i,o,u' 
Hush, 'I am not through' 
Using this writing tool 
Pointing out fools 
Swimming in soup pool 
Starting buzz 
With its warming fuzz 
Hail king 
Only thing 
That will sing 
Following 'A', in command 
Major B, who has a plan 
To find a way out of this jam 
My young child, I bid you good night
Now go to your room and light 
Your fantasy story sight 
Taking you far 
Lapping any shooting star


Premium MemberUntitled

Nervous and shaking, a smile on my face,
I took my first steps in a teacher's place.

Premium MemberArt Class

Art class:
where mistakes
become discoveries,
where mess
means
learning,
where every child
is
Picasso
and
Einstein
rolled into one
paint-stained
possibility.

Premium MemberI Like Ladybugs

Eight years old on that January Wednesday
Little hesitant steps into the schoolyard
Everyone has stranger's eyes
Mazes of hallways, lunchroom arena, playground cliques
Expedited heartbeat, ceiling too high to the
New kid, the foreigner, the interloper
Throat too tight, mouth too dry
Anxiety blocks my words, even my name, then
Ringing bells, summoning students in a river, and do
You need help, the kind lady is asking

Soothing hand on my shoulder, guides me to
Class, chattering kids, tables and pencils, one girl says
Hi, do you like bugs - I laugh and
One friend is made - she makes room for the
Outsider, and I say yes, I like
Ladybugs - and suddenly I belong.

12/04/18

for My Youth contest
sponsor: Craig Cornish

Premium MemberThe Ultra Elite

There are some secret people in fancy clothes Being all lost outside this odd child like scene With their lovely apparel, out of place those As their deep fathoms they never seemed too keen They have developed the elite, a true rush Higher than the wealthy, painted with a brush Trying to make the normal be their servants Highly presumptuous, an awful movement
Russell Sivey


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