Kids Class Poems | Examples
These Kids Class poems are examples of Class poems about Kids. These are the best examples of Class Kids poems written by international poets.
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
Hiz fingrs they did be tray him
koudn't keep tim to, uh, a beats
Hiz toz about awkwordlee the same
All left foots, Joe, of sadly sez, wur
Wer iz hop, wen kids kant reed or rit
An if they kant dants, they be to wit
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This is a composite of what I was dealing
with as a tutor, pre-COVID, by the way.
The kid who wrote this is now a high
school honors student... And if you be-
lieve that, I sell leak-proof cabins in the
African Rain Forest you might be inter-
ested in. ...
"it's not relevant"
Oh I'm sure
You've heard of more important things before, but
We were told to fill out paragraphs to the brim
With notes that bordered on inconsequential
But yes, this man
Was gay, but
we don't need to talk about
Don't talk about it
Let's look at his life and death,
His time in the war,
And relate that to his prose instead
We don't need to talk about how he was gay
In a time where it was a social suicide
We don't need to talk
About his playwrite boyfriend
Come on kids
You're lucky his name is being mentioned at at
But don't talk about
How he must've felt
What it was like for him to love
Don't talk about it
Talk about the war
Its less voilent
It is that season again
When men are men
In the upper class ready to defend
Their social status as leaders
With innocent images of being sweeter
Finding ladies to be courted
Despite not being able to afford it
Girls flip the magazine pages
While their beaus make their wages
For one evening out
Acting mature looking good no doubt
They call it a formal dance where the chivalry carries the gentlemen lance
Escorting their ladies
Who were childhood mate tees
Filled with beauty talk they have that certain walk
Onto the dance floor
Innocent romance in store
Prom night is here and trying not to sneer
Since it is good bye to friends
After thirteen years together in one community of academic social mends
It is your stand, your plan to take command
Kids no more saying kindly adult hood open the door
He wakes very morning
to trudge through his day
a labor of love
or just bills to pay?
it seems that forever
he's been burdened with debt
and retirement a time to reflect
or regret?
She awakes every morning
to labor all day
kids are in day care
there's really no choice
no other way
the bank accounts empty
and pay day seems so far away
I think that this government
has lost the plot
think of the people
who ain't got a lot.
This poem brings a surprise,
Once I came home with bits of pies
In my hair, kids did what they dare,
Food fights all over everywhere,
All part of sacramental life,
Church celebrations full of strife,
No, I am not kidding,
In cream puffs we were skidding,
This Dracula finally left the scene,
You try teaching all those tweens!
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
The shoes are stashed in cubbies,
The jackets hung on hooks.
The kids are having quite a blast -
At least that's how it looks.
The trampoline is busy
As toddlers bounce and jump
While rubber bumpers ring the gym
So no one gets a bump.
There's music from the speakers,
A breeze from all the fans
And balance beams, all with a part
In Friday morning's plans.
When caring for the grandkids,
I think of days gone by
When I would take their father
To the same class at the "Y."
I’m in class
And I’m getting it right
But some kids doesn’t get it
What can I do help them
I even try to help
But they still didn’t get it right
Still I feel like they know
They just act like they don’t get it
"SHE MISSED THAT CLASS"
"I'm tired of this life,"
she said.
"I'm not going to do this
anymore, it's not right and
the last thing I want my kids
to know about me is that I'm
sick and disgusting," she said.
"I know I need to change and
today, I do. I've grown up,"
she said.
"I just want to be left
alone," she said.
"if I open my flytrap for all
these men, I'll find love and then
get married," she said.
"I know you're trying to help
me but I just want to live my
life and not be reminded how
much of a whore I am," she
said.
"I know I have problems, I
know I'm not doing things
right and because of that,
I've decided I'm not going
to be this way anymore. yes,
you're right, eventually,
I'll catch HIV and then it's
over," she said.
I went out for a cigarette
this
morning.
just outside the house was a
used
condom on the floor.
"I'm not doing that anymore!"
she proclaimed. "I know I've
bumped my ugly with everyone
I've ever known and met but I'm a
changed woman," she said.
I'm
sure
she
is
the
epitome
of
truth.
By: Chicano Eddie
4212017
My Allergy.
Ah, Chooo! Ah, Chooooo!
God Bless you.
You can't help it if you sneeze.
It could be the pollen from flowers
or even the fragrant tree's.
Aah-chooo, achooo!Are these the reasons I sneeze?
Oh what shall I do, every day the same.
Aah-chooo, achooo.
It happens to me to.
Oh I'm sorry that seems a shame.
It's my allergy see, why it happens to me
it started when spring time came.
It's every year it happens my dear.
I find sneezing's becoming a pain.
The children they tease, as I go to sneeze
they all count 1,2,3.
Miss, Miss please take this and they hand their
tissues to me.
When I look at their face as they sit in their place
what's a poor teacher to do?
When my allergy's streaming and 20 kids screaming
all I can do is , AAH-CHOOOOOOO!
Cracked sidewalks create obstacles for bikes,
racing down to the big rock .
The older kids dangle from the porches,
smoking and laughing.
Ragged houses line the small street.
Some covered in signs of financial woe.
Foreclosure.
Little shoes on those porches,
too muddy to go inside.
The neighbors always yell
because they love each other.
The sky darkens;
porch lights on, TV's crackle.
The street is home.
GANGSTER’S MOLL
The gangster’s moll now exists
Beyond the proffered film season
Impeaching authorised fiction
With cries, and real tears. For
She and the boss presumably didn’t care
To penetrate the mysterious body
Of God in the Universe, preferring
Hot shots, to the ultimate betrayal.
Of people they grew up with, she doesn’t tease
The short-circuit of big questions, just shrugs
And accepts his disappearance, like cash
Running in and out of a wallet.
Doesn’t take it to heart or too hard,
But she’s praying to get the kids’ hands off the gun.
(c) Rosemarie Rowley
From IN MEMORY OF HER
A Clown in a Class
In a class sit all the students
Cheering up for every moment
A terrible noise the students make
When a boy makes a joke shake
Bad boys let their life at stake
And then it happens;
In a class stands the teacher
Getting angry on every bad creature
When he speaks the whole class crumbles
Into a loud noise of screams and laughter
He’s like a clown to the class
The one on which the whole class laughs
He stands in the class like a clown
On his back a big black gown
On which it is written “I am a clown”
He teaches the class in every way
But they get worse everyday
He jumps and falls on the ground
With his crooked nose turned round and round
He acts as a King
And wears the crown
But he’s some old string
From out of the town
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as they grow
this is there show
some play this way
also pretend
with there grim
that there is a mouse
KIDS AND
PLAY HOUSE