Kindergartener Poems - Poems about Kindergartener

...Touching a red-hot stove burner will cause pain. Therefore a not red-hot stove burner will not cause pain my kindergartener logic assured me. “Don’t tough it. It’s hot.” Meddling authority figur......Read the rest...

...Welcome to kindergarten room 127 Everyone is chattering in high pitched voices They do not know how to walk or sit in their seats They skip, hop, sing, twirl, dance and stomp around the room Ever......Read the rest...

...The teacher was irritated, using her angry voice. He yelled at me and hurt a kindergartener. She wanted me to do this that and the other. Things I never do as the counselor. I am not punitive, an......Read the rest...

...I hear loud clamoring and yelling. It sounds like a rumble in the school hallway. I know it is the older students. The young ones do not dare. YOU’RE FIRED! Someone yells. You’re going to jail......Read the rest...

...Trust was absent in her home, so she never fully could be a child. Since she had no idea how deprived she was, it was not an issue. Her mask was affixed firmly by the time she met the outsiders. “......Read the rest...

...With eyes closed, particularly after never mine lips ne'er touching drink I experience replete surreal visualizations vividly pronounced heightened, augmented mental journey virtual realistic ......Read the rest...

...To say today has been a strange day would be an understatement. It started off this morning when I went into the den where our eldest cat, Paint, was meowing up a storm. I petted her head a few times......Read the rest...

...Should I please her or me? Should I try to outguess her wishes and maybe miss the mark? If I called, would she be honest anyway? She never was. Would she tell me what she thinks I want her to say?......Read the rest...

...I go to classes and everybody cheers. The teacher is cheering the loudest of all, the kids laugh at this. I am her thirty minute break, and it is a time for me to play with children who needed one......Read the rest...

...My dad died in the mountains when I was six. First words out of his mouth, a new boy, unknown to me. How old are you now? Six. So he just died? Maybe not. He is taking medicine, so he can go to w......Read the rest...

...I was told he was a bit shy so I allowed him to bring a friend with him to the counseling office. They were both five, and friends. They found each other the first day school started, a week ago. ......Read the rest...

...Who wants to know when the War of 1812 was fought? All hands are up; every kindergartener wants to know. Who wants to know who invented robotics? Two kindergarteners’ hands are up. The others are......Read the rest...