Middle School Free Verse Poems

I met her my first year of middle school.
My first impression was, she's too young.
The voice in my head was so confused,
she's a teen, how...

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Here it is, another Monday to pass
a compass, a compassionate compass
appear in my possession
a far-fetched wish but please materialize in my palm
bring a friend if...

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Incorrigible Recalcitrant - Doppelganger (mine)

Ala Goofus and Gallant 
highlights my diametrically 
divergent alter egos
always the reserved 
obedient docile boy
afeared to stray outside narrow

circumscribed comfort zone
figuratively...

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Life is a beauty
From the day a baby starts
Everyone who knows about them 
Keeps them in their hearts
And when a baby’s born
There are tears of...

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Week before middle school
Twelve and shy
Sent to get haircut
With three dollars
Clippers were brought out
I was too scared to look
I had never had a store-bought haircut...

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When once I sat and pondered the definition of heartbreak
I realized mine changed almost as quickly as I matured.
My toddler heart broke when Rover stole...

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innocent child
housed
on a homeless street
crowded
with abandonment
and disparity
is found guilty…
sentenced
to life’s fear
that today
will become
tomorrow
and tomorrow’s
tomorrows
will become next 
week…and…
and…
what the hell…
...

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never get into an argument with a child.
never ever ever ever ever ever ever ever
because they always win.

they have nothing to lose,
and you do.
you lose...

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I did not know there were rich kids
and poor kids, and they would separate
themselves this way until I reached Junior high school.

Middle school I think...

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ode to my middle school english teacher, who
taught me that even though you have a voice, 
it's better if you don't use it 

ode to...

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I love to cook, I love to sing, heck I even love, dancing. I start my morning, With a good cup of coffee, in my...

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She did not know she was the worst kid 
in middle school
until the teachers turned
on her.

It only took one
teacher, and then
it was two, 

and then...

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The problem with trying to prove clairaudience, clairsentince, out-of-body, and Near Death Experiences to a Mudblood is not as simple
as it could have been.
Is it...

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Marigold Oger grew up without a mama, this pretty girl with eyes of greenish blue.
Because her mama died unexpectedly in the middle of a dark...

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I did not choose my vocation; my vocation chose me.
I was volunteering twenty-five hours a week in a middle school, teaching students.
One day I was...

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The mamas send their best.
They don't keep the good ones home to school themselves.
It's my job to love them, take care of them, protect them.
Arm...

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Round about nineteen 1971-2, yours truly bid adieu 
to Henry Kline Boyer Elementary School 
   (situated at crossroads – then beau
colic rural routes...

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There's something so unsettling about nails on a chalkboard.
I cringe whenever I hear the tapping of pencils.
As obnoxious as loud breathing.
As disturbing as a bad...

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The In Between

Oh, Middle School child
you “in between”
shackled to the horde
like a cartridge to a gun,
to trifle, loiter in halls,
and elicit mordacious slurs to
wizened eyed...

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C’est la vie, Billy!

   His cheeks a deep scarlet, 
     His jaw tightened in an eerie grin,
  ...

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