Grader Poems - Poems about Grader

How many people in your family? She is in second grade; she said “one hundred.” “One hundred people live in your house?” I think she thought this was funny. Two, she said. You and…. Me and my mom and my sister. That is three, I told her. She did not argue long. What does your Mom do? I asked. She goes on the phone. What does...

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Setting goals with a first grader. What do you want to be? A unicorn. Okay. What steps will you take? I will drink unicorn juice and move into a unicorn barn. Two steps. I say “easy peasy”. He shakes his head ‘yes” agreeing with me...

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The guy began to give us instructions Faster than speeding bullets Faster than the FedEx man on TV No one could have followed him I gave up quickly, Realizing his inability to teach One brilliant sixth grader got it He was the only one, but it was because He read the manual not thanks to the Fed Ex Man Who was still yapping incessantly...

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He is eleven, big bright blue eyes, pale, unfreckled skin, lighter hair than most. Not allowed to eat with other eleven-year-olds. Due to past and semi-present behaviors So he eats with the counselor, me. Today during lunch his deepest of the deep voice came out suddenly. THESE FRIES MAKE ME MAD. I burst out laughing. He is in a silly billy...

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This is how a first grader’s day goes. Six of them are at a table playing with Legos Which is kind of the new less-messy playdough of today. They are singing, of course, being happy. “I’m building a house! I’m building a house!” “Mine has a mouse! Mine has a mouse!” “I have a rat in mine!” “Hey, that is...

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Bed Time Story Day already low --------------------------> Hazelle Standing owl coo, coo in time ---------> Me Waiting for a tale-------------------------> Hendrickson Sun Huge ball of fire ---------------------------> Hendrickson It gives us light, heat and warmth ----> Hazelle The window of bliss ----------------------> Me Author's Note: This is another haiku which I and my twins students made, they were really excited when doing these haikus...

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A tribute to Ray Bradbury's The Veldt Spoiled by Carson Eelman The nursery is a curious place a place where dreams came true inside lied an African Veldt. In there the leaves would sway, as the grass danced in the wind, the lions roar, the sun beats hot, it seems so real but know it's not. In a world where thoughts come true, what evil acts...

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Monsoon yet to come -------> Me If it has come, I will die!!! --------> Audrey - 4th grader Poor little smell goat ---------> Me Author Note: I found out her verse is really innocent, peppy and a bit clueless, but still look hilarious though, so I decide to post it. She becomes addicted in Haiku since I asked...

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Dear Michael, As I sit daily in back of you I find myself melting into my seat I have noticed you are fairly new I anticipate the day we formally meet. I heard you moved here to live with your dad And that you live on the block next to mine I was hoping my note would make you glad I admire your...

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