Children Class Poems | Examples
These Children Class poems are examples of Class poems about Children. These are the best examples of Class Children poems written by international poets.
Nervous and shaking, a smile on my face,
I took my first steps in a teacher's place.
Sarah's need for order
Marcus's wild imagination
Aisha's emotional intelligence
Thomas's critical thinking
Bonding occurs
through shared purpose:
"We sink or swim together"
Reactions happen
when elements combine:
conflict ? resolution
confusion ? clarity
individual ? collective
Sometimes unstable:
egos clash
free riders coast
personalities repel
But when balanced:
synergy emerges
1 + 1 + 1 + 1 = 8
The compound created
is stronger than
any single element,
more complex
than the sum
of its parts.
Teacher as chemist:
mixing carefully,
monitoring reactions,
adjusting pH
of power dynamics,
adding catalyst
of common goals,
ensuring every atom
has its place
in the molecule
of learning.
Art class:
where mistakes
become discoveries,
where mess
means
learning,
where every child
is
Picasso
and
Einstein
rolled into one
paint-stained
possibility.
Six besties had agreed
at graduation,
pinky swore,
to meet ten years later
no matter where they'd be,
come what may.
And here they were finally:
Gayle, Suzie, Diane, Donna, Lucy, Michelle,
together at last from across the country.
They had kept in touch through facebook
as much as their busy schedules allowed.
All had gone off to university or college.
Some had since married, some had children.
But now it was all about girls weekend:
time to let loose and catch up,
time to reminisce about the ol' days,
time to extract confidences face to face.
Ten years had passed as in a flash ~
they vowed to turn girls weekend
into a much cherished tradition.
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
the Gotham man
He is so wealthy, perhaps the richest man
In the world, he enjoyed his lucre and sired
A dozen of male and female children
He has reached middle age, and his youth has
Gone the body, no longer as elastic as before
He has realized, as many men before him
that
Life has a time limit
Great wealth is also power speaks; we listen when
A rich man voices his opinion he has thrown
himself into body politics, perhaps confusing
Opinions as truth
The problem is he has yet to learn the language
Of diplomacy and is on his way to acquiring
Powerful enemies on his journey to solve
The world’s myriad problems
I believe he is a good person at heart
has to learn business and politics collide
His to be wary of hangers-on who follow him
On his road, but will leave him quickly should
disaster strike
His colossal wealth is a burden, a certain
Tiredness on his face, we can call depression.
A slight irritation in his voice; why can we not
Understand him better?
With high-altitude ambitions,
they climb the hilltop to catch the signal.
They are lush and lovely
as the landscape behind them.
These children of the forest live
in the network-less valley of life.
Masked,
they lose their natural raptures,
cannot regain the warmth they lost in the school
padlocked by the pandemic.
They’ve been installed on the rocks
with their mobile phones.
While listening to the online class,
they forget
the giant elephant foot, tiger teeth, and slithering venom.
Frequent lightning frightens them,
yet they don’t switch off their passion for learning.
It drizzles now;
water wets their dress,
not their dreams.
Under the clouds,
they look forward to the light.
First published in The Literary Hatchet
Money!
Dumbfounded means
Perceiving riches.
After your accumulation,
shatter the hope of satisfaction.
I become hungry and thirsty.
Resulting in stealing and fraud.
I become stingy and active.
Believing in the hope you give,
leaving my back,
when the tide turns.
I see you,
as a fair weather friend.
You never support fully.
Money,the destruction you have caused.
Children once thrilled to brilliant musicians
Hayden and Mozart, Shubert and Shuman
My generation grew up on playboys and madmen
Hugh Hefner and Alfred E. Newman
The musicians gave brilliant exhibitions
My generation shed its inhibitions
Eh-eh! Wow hush-hush and shush!
Dear , why are you in such a Josh?
You can talk to the cock in dark;
You can sing, singing loudly with the duck.
Eh-eh! Wow hush-hush and shush!
Dear, why are you in such a Josh?
You can jump, jumping like a frog,
You can bark, barking same as a bull dog.
Eh-eh! Wow hush-hush and shush!
Dear , why are you in such a Josh ?
Here are egg, apple and carrot,
You can gossip, gossiping as parrot.
Eh-eh! Wow hush-hash and shush!
Dear , why are you in such a Josh?
You can speak loud important word,
Let us go , going all over the World.
Syllable Count: 7.8.8.10
Nursery Rhyme
April 01/2023
Written for poetry contest sponsored by
EVE ROPER
... Second place Win
in the Contest ...
As springs’ budding blossoms emerge
the raptors glide mercilessly.
—Michael R. Burch
I wrote this haiku-like poem on 3-27-2023 after the Nashville Covenant school shooting massacre. Keywords/Tags: Nashville, Nashville Covenant, Nashville Covenant Presbyterian School, school shooting, massacre, children, kids, students, child abuse, gun control, America, United States, death, murder, serial murder, massacre, bereavement, class, classes
Mashed potatoes, Mom’s heavenly creation.
Such a gourmet creation, was an alpine white.
Green beans, like a Christmas decoration.
Candles were benevolently, not bright.
I can still inbreahe steaks, sizzling in a pan.
Hot Croissants were nestled on the table
Tinkling glassware in my young girl’s hands.
Angelic youth, ever, tender, soft and stable
Prayers were recited.
Then, our dinner began.
3/27/2023
Dedicated in memory of the the loss of the three children and
adults murdered in Nashville this morning in a Christian school.
Is this the land fit for heroes
Promised by the Great War,
Or, just one where those with
Take ever more and more.
I’m just a working man
Brought up to accept
My lowly role in life
To treat with respect
The privileged and wealthy
That so elevated band
Who, by whatever means,
Own and control this land.
I accept with gratitude
The remains from their table
Knowing I’ll be tolerated
Just so long as I am able
To labour for my living,
To earn my daily breads
And then, when unable,
Very decently be dead.
I have learned to accept,
Even accept with gratitude,
The behaviour of my betters
And their superior attitude.
I rear my children in humility,
Train then to take my place
To attend to and serve thoose
Masters of the Human Race.
I’ve got my beer and my footie
On the pub large plasma screen,
Tolpuddle, Peterloo, Orgreave
Might just as well not have been
“I am in my classroom studying in my
class, and not wasting a
second’s time someone asked,
-ma’am can I have the bathroom pass?”
“When one teacher left it felt like
hell, children were
running and furniture fell.”
“In lunch time my friend bought a
burger, and the children who
wanted to have a piece of
it acted as that bread could
end world hunger.”
“Now this what a real class feels like!”
I
Our cry, silenced.
We watch the murder of our freedoms
Like spectators at a lynching.
Our Twenty-first-century forbearance rubbed out,
Our twentieth-century sensibilities never happened.
High court corruption,
A misogyny hell-bent on a 19th-century revival.
In its myopic mendacity,
In its mockery of fundamental democracy,
We all take great comfort in knowing
A woman’s body is now state-regulated.
There is great solace in knowing how
Raped little girls will be forced to give birth.
II
Our cry, silenced.
Oh, see all the words never included,
Never even considered in the Constitution:
“Lesbian,” “gay,” “desegregation.”
Too busy were the founders with tending
Their slaves in 1789.
Too busy they were in stealing land from
Native Americans.
The founders never wrote of Jews or Muslims,
They never knew the word “Latinx.”
But something in the mischief of children
Tells us who we really are today!
Not when women were executed for witchcraft.
Not when the founders made a Constitutional guide
Like sausage.
Published: Dissident Voice 10/23/22
Adenosine.
Naxolone HCL.
Neostigmine
Calcium Chloride.
Pralidoxime.
Keep out of reach of children..