7Th Grade Rhyme Poems | Examples
These 7Th Grade Rhyme poems are examples of poetry about 7Th Grade Rhyme. These are the best examples of Rhyme 7Th Grade poems written by international poets.
vegetable hag came by her name and occupation naturally
She grows vegetables in gardens, I think she has twenty-three
her carrots are enormous, her radishes amazingly red
She will be hoeing and growing every year until she is dead
We tried to help her in the garden, but she chased us away
You just want to steal my produce, she screamed at my cousin Gray
I will never offer to help her again, he said. She is a mean old hag.
I was glad we got chased off, taking care of a garden can be a drag.
My mother buys vegetable hag’s produce on corner across the street.
She took her a cupcake, and vegetable hag said “oh, my, what a treat!”
her turnips are round and ripe. and her lettuce is crispy and green.
She is not only a vegetable hag, she is the vegetable queen.
The Cosmos hold all we know,
Releasing pieces as we go,
Showing us where we need to grow,
Bestowing lessons for progression,
While holding your best impression,
It's soul intention is evolution,
Revolution after revolution,
Clearing the pollution from our mind,
Using circumstances we find,
To remind us of the past,
The last performance you had,
Graduating into the present,
Representing who you are,
A star of the Cosmos,
More powerful than you know,
You're creating this show,
The Cosmos glow for you,
Holding what you came to do.
Waiting for you to come through,
Looking for a different view.
the alligator had heard that the new beauty shop would dye his scales
He might even have his tail waxed and let them paint his nails
the lady in charge tried to remain calm when he came in the door
Another beautician screamed, and maybe gave a tiny swore
the alligator was patient, and loved his handsome new hue.
You are way too vain said his wife, you look a kind of blue.
Yes, he agreed, azure is what I was going for.
Then with a swish of a tail, he walked out the door.
He forgot to pay the lady told his annoyed little wife.
Here’s your pay, she told her. You have escaped with your life.
They say a man's suppose to die when he sees the autumn sun
But I've thrown the dice and stagger forth with what I have become
For daggers thrown and lovers lie in turmoil and in truth
And I'm forgotten with all hope when I was a youth
I say thee not a sword-thrust clean did run me through to bone
With death approaching now I see you reap what you have sown
So carry me not a sailor's death for my life I would behold
To see the end most hurriedly for my story to be told
Presumably assuming,
Presents peculiar perspectives,
Within our collective,
As a selective few move through,
Unabated,
Unafraid of the path laid before them,
Restoring glory to an old story,
As we climb assuming the truth,
Teaching our youth what's true,
Sharing the beauty of the view
As we stew the pot,
It's getting hot and ready to boil,
The soil ripe for sowing,
As we keep growing as a whole,
Giving love the control,
Governing our own soul,
Presumably assuming the best,
We have passed the test,
You guessed it,
I'm talking about you,
I assume you already knew,
Just what you came to do.
Consent covered by deceit,
Would be nice if I could retreat.
Instead of being beat,
By an unseen enemy.
Our world run like a company,
So many tired and dying.
They're trying to kill us,
Training us to cuss.
Hustling through the bustle,
The food poisoning our muscles.
As we hustle through the bustle,
Ads rustle threw our mind,
Leaving only dirt to find.
While hiding behind the light,
They're playing with our sight.
Most are too weak to fight,
This just isn't right.
When will the night end,
And time bend,
So my heart can mend.
You're my only friend,
Who can heal this land.
I demand Justice,
Because I can,
Come help my fellow man.
Shadows Sharing Fruit,
My reflection changes my world,
When I move towards the light I see inside,
Shining bright,
Hiding in the shadows,
My tree grows dense,
My experience holds fruits,
Soothing to the soul.
You canlet go of control,
Roll with the flow,
Joy growing as you go,
Casting a shadow,
Sharing fruit with those below,
And now that they know,
New shoots start to show,
As their world begins to grow,
To the reflection,
They're projecting,
In this wonderful show.
big balloon-like bouncy Barney B. bear
Came out of the bushes from practically no where
His nose had led him straight to this buzzing bee hive
He hesitated a few minutes when he counted thirty-five
The bees are in a tizzy, he thought, who stirred them up?
Did he have his bee suit? No. It was being let out by Buttercup
Buttercup was Barney’s bubbly, bounteously beautiful wife.
Barney dove into the bees for honey, for he only had one life.
come meet the greatest cereal of all time said the Moon
It was noisy as a tornado, storm, hurricane or sonic boom
Made lovely noises, which were over way too soon
The name was appropriate – Snap Crackle and Boom
this must be a USA cereal, a foreigner said to me.
Oh yes, I agreed, as he finger pointed out on his cup of tea
It is one of the things that make us great, but it is not free
there is a tariff on it, so it now costs more than any utility.
kraken bagged his first clipper ship on a Monday afternoon.
I love the feel of it in the bag, he told his cousin Swoon.
Swoon thought that keeping a ship in a bag was bad luck.
He asked how the creatures would breathe, but
Kraken did not give a gut
the desserts were bragging they had stolen my tooth
It was cake and ice cream, both hailed from Duluth
They were obscene, bragging with outrageous smiles
I wanted them to go away, at least a hundred miles
I knew they had taken other teeth from me too
I had lost several to cavities, and it made me blue
The desserts were boasting they had stolen from me
I wanted them to fall off the edge and end up in the sea
three aliens camped out in the desert in the heat of the day
Their skin which had been green, turned a tiny bit more gloomily gray
They were huddled around a campfire or was it a TV?
I tried to tiptoe past them, hoping their intentions were friendly
One of them pointed and my head began to twirl around my neck
It rotated three-hundred-and-sixty-degree circle, what the heck?
the aliens laughed; one of them handed me a tin full of beer
I did not dare reject it, because I was now trembling with fear
funny stories were told in their alien language, which I did not know.
I was relieved at two thirty-five a.m. when they finally let me go.
they had a giggle that clued me as to when I should laugh
I ran all the way home to hug my cuddly, a furry giraffe.
the aliens did not come empty handed, they brought their own camper
It had a clothes chute, a laundry room, and an empty clothes hamper
They showed me their kitchen and their tv room, which was amazing.
I turned and saw three more aliens on beds, they were just lazing
They offered me a tv dinner, and I thought what the heck
the meat tasted crunchy, like a brittle turkey neck
there was something that looked a bit like potatoes on the sink
They offered me that too, but it turned my stomach, as it was pink
We had a good time, even though I did not know their language at all
They measured my tummy, and made a note that I was not so very tall
I recognized the numbers, they were similar to those we use here.
They hugged me too hard, making my eyeballs pop and tear.
Sheila lives in more than one world, traveling with delight
Yesterday she was in the Orient, flying a gorgeous Japanese kite
Today she traveled down the Amazon, petting black pumas on her way
An avid reader, Sheila journeys a new world, each and every day
Every book she opens is a potential notch off her bucket list.
Today a faerie castle popped out in a lovely lavender mist.
Sheila learns more in her chair than most travelers know to do.
She has been around the world many times, maybe twenty-two.
Charise, the sewer, made a marvelous potato bag
What will she use it for the sink asked a dish rag.
I think she’ll put potatoes in it, but this is only a guess.
Maybe she’ll put spoons in it, suggested the watercress.
They held their breath, wondering who would win the bet.
That afternoon, the bag was filled up to her neck and was set.
Potatoes! yelled the dish rag; I was right, I have won!
An argument ensued, which ruined all the fun.