Short Eighth Grade Poems
Short Eighth Grade Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Eighth Grade by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Eighth Grade by length and keyword.
middle school woes
a bathroom skirmish
eighth grade gang of bullies
middle school woes...
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Categories:
eighth grade, 6th grade, 7th grade, 8th grade,
Form:
Senryu
Proficient Reading Cow
Herbert did not say much about his proficient reading cow.
But she read at an eighth-grade level, none of us knew how.
We saw her reading the newspaper and an encyclopedia too.
Unlike other cows, this literary appreciator never said “moo”....
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Categories:
eighth grade, animal,
Form:
Rhyme
My Life As An Oxymoron
I was a joke in their slam books
Until a new wardrobe changed my looks
The cool kids called me “pretty ugly”
Now I’m Homecoming royalty
I was a nerd in the eighth grade
Now I’m the it girl in a parade
Waving to the whole neighborhood
Triumph boiling in my blood...
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Categories:
eighth grade, high school,
Form:
Rhyme
Eighth Grade Dance
Henry was hopping around on a foot or three
we all laughed at him not realizing
he was grabbing the girls attention
We were in eighth grade
all we cared about was our height
None of us was half as tall as the girls
I finally figured it out why Henry was a clown
he was gyrating like a top
flinging them here and there
we took his leftovers gladly...
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Categories:
eighth grade, 7th grade, 8th grade, 9th grade,
Form:
Free verse
Longer Than Eternity
From Kindergarten through eighth grade
seems longer than Eternity
High School turns the corner in a couple years
the last two zoom by, like a frightened deer
College is a grind; you really have to think...
looking back you see -- it vanished in a wink
Your twenties and thirties may ebb and flow
it matters what you do and where you go...
They told me, 'Life begins at forty, sir'
~ Now I'm eighty; 'twas all a blur...
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Categories:
eighth grade, age, childhood, life, school, teenage, time,
Form:
Rhyme
Remembering Him
I can’t pay attention,
They have deprived me of my perception.
My nose hurts, my eyes are sore and my frown is painful.
In a room of people who never knew him.
So sadly only I’ve seen him in eighth grade.
I was the M.C. at his graduation.
He ran up to the mic. He thanked for the award.
“Thank you”, he said.
Everyday in my mixed grade class,
He would sometimes make everyone laugh.
I wasn’t close to him, but knew enough
From seeing him and his crew everyday....
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Categories:
eighth grade, crush,
Form:
Free verse