Elementary Poems - Poems about Elementary

As the yellow-orange sun slowly rises Memories of your class's fun flood my heart Thoughts run to your teaching and enterprises You brought those tiny guppies to our class A creative shiny diorama's great art Sunshiny person and dedicated lass You lifted us up when you said All...

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There are now nooks and crannies in elementary school classrooms. Places for children to slither and slide into When they need a break When they despise multiplication facts When they are tired of reading When I was a child I would have spent all day in one of these crannies Ignoring the teacher as hard as I could...

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**No matter what state that born again Christians establish after school Bible study for elementary school students, the Satanists want to establish after school groups worshiping Satan. Even though they may or may not personally worship him--they seek to present him as the real hero--and Jesus Christ as the real villain! Even though the public schools maybe rendered...

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Wind..dances in the trees Egos,doing as they please Wind..brings clouds of rain Tomorrows,oftimes filled with pain Wind..sounds deep in the night Sorry,may not make it right Wind..elements moving unseen Attraction,love's go-between...

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How so lovely to meet him Elementary school teacher Same so lovely smile on his nice face Saino type of poem. It is not in Poetrysoup list of poems forms, so I selected "I do not know"....

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And so the problems, they surmount, And why is infinity so hard to count? It’s always because infinity has no end. It’s quite Elementary my friend! Still, I wonder why this can’t be, A bird can talk why can’t fish in the sea? Imagine all the bubbles they’d send. It’s quite Elementary my friend! Well how do I move my hybrid car, When we...

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The teeny weeny arachnid crawled up my dingy wall. Little did he know this would turn into a brawl. Then I grabbed a shoe held it high above my head. And the teeny weeny arachnid is now officially dead. *Nearly two years ago, on April 2, 2021, I decided to try ’30 days of poetry.’ This was day two and the prompt was:...

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Kindergarten Teacher Kind when she shares her bologna sandwich. Imaginative when she has to use Q-tips to teach. Nurturing to teeter totter injuries. Daring when rescuing an mystery object from the toilet. Earnest when explaining this adventure to her principal. ...

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I the mind returns to things although the major focus is loved ones LOST valued then and now yet lost, somehow II my first book of poetry written before seventeen Lost when my sister sold our home I was lost in America being FOUND by Jesus among Christ-followers I value more II the mind, if not disciplined in loving care, will return from people to things gone My acrylic paintings, shown...

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“After one-hundred, which number comes next?” inquired Ms. Colvin as she studied her text. All of us kids raised our hands high, then Ms. Colvin picked Brett, this one dumb guy. “Two-hundred,” he said with complete confidence. “Geez,” I thought, “he sure is dense.” So I sat up straight and I felt really great ’cause the answer, I knew, was one-hundred and two....

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a decade ago, I picked up water colors and acrylics O the exuberance of being a first-time artist Who, in myriad poverty of apartheid, scorned art As the purview of those living in luxury Yet I was spending five hours on painting crosses with doves Celebrating Jesus and the Holy Spirit Then too, in 2012, my heart and art suffered loss As...

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1st Grade With Miss Harvison at Thatcher Elementary David Walker I Miss Harvison’s smile greeted each taker of An assigned seat of big kids desks in our very first First Grade class at Thatcher Elementary It was early in September after a Long summer and a Successful year of half-day kindergarten The beginning of numbered grades All...

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There was a miller named Miller Who tied his wife to a pillar He said, "Cheerio" A clue that would show He was a cereal killer...

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I First period each morning she meets their languid sighs Their low moaning at new tasks to be undertaken She must be upbeat, no matter her personal woes, In her crisp, clean dress and comfortable walking shoes She steps briskly around the room with encouraging Words, smiles for the underprivileged girl so needy A hint of special affection for a wayward...

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ELEMENTARY SCHOOL by JOHN M. ARROBAS I can’t teach you the piano, nor the violin But some thoughts on life, now to begin There will be snares and tempts along the way You may not recognize them, as you are the prey Who is the most dangerous to your well being Look in the mirror, its him you’ll be seeing It’s long been...

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