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Short Middle School Poems

Short Middle School Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Middle School by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Middle School by length and keyword.

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Short Middle School poem by Reason A. Poteet| Details |


until the eval
comments not required
an edit, maybe

Copyright © Reason A. Poteet | Year Posted 2017

Short Middle School poem by Megan Patterson| Details |


I get tired at school
Because they're only sheep and
I'm just counting them

Copyright © Megan Patterson | Year Posted 2017

Short Middle School poem by Julia Ho| Details |

Making Notes

With a pen
 and paper,

I write,
 I scribble.
I read,
 and I repeat.

 and again.

Copyright © Julia Ho | Year Posted 2016

Short Middle School poem by J.W. Earnings| Details |


Kids go down
The slide…they head toward the swings

Free time ends
Their parents want to go home
Frowns exchange 

Copyright © J.W. Earnings | Year Posted 2013

Short Middle School poem by Lindsay Ward| Details |

Cheesecake Lover

Who is she?
She is a seventh grader
Plays softball
Wears glasses
She lives and loves cheesecake
Chaddar cheese
Mac n' cheese
Who is she?

Copyright © Lindsay Ward | Year Posted 2015

Short Middle School poem by Cona Adams| Details |

Feed Sack Dresses

A combination of Haiku and Kyoka

designer originals
from feed sacks
after the chickens were fed

her artist's touch
honed with the aid
of her foot movement
on the treadle machine

Copyright © Cona Adams | Year Posted 2014

Short Middle School poem by Anthony Beck| Details |

Dislekzic Chainjes

The system is slowly coming 'round,
To a concept perfectly profound:
Dyslexicans are most insightful;
They're absolutely quite delightful.
'Tis wrong to dump them in Lost & Found.

Copyright © Anthony Beck | Year Posted 2018

Short Middle School poem by Caren Krutsinger| Details |

Why Should I Know Multiplication

When will I need
Why waste my day on it?

When will I need 
This long division?
Why are we doing this?

I do not need 
Spelling or writing
That’s your job, isn’t it?

Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2018

Short Middle School poem by Avery Ken| Details |

4:13 PM

A lot can happen in a minute. A sudden epiphany, A revelation. Opening doors, A realization. Fresh starts, Beating hearts. Good luck, Tearing apart. A lot can happen in a minute.

Copyright © Avery Ken | Year Posted 2017

Short Middle School poem by Brooke Bowers| Details |



by Brooke Bowers

They say I 
Can handle it,

They say I'm

They want me 
To act my age,

When they don't

The how much
Pressure can one take,

Before they snap
with no help around.

Copyright © Brooke Bowers | Year Posted 2016

Short Middle School poem by Denise Brown| Details |

Number Six

My first friends
Didn’t even know
My name.
They called me
Number six
Because that was
My PE number.
On the day I left
I gave them my
New address
But nobody mailed me.
I made the mistake of
Writing my name
Instead of
Number six.

Copyright © Denise Brown | Year Posted 2013

Short Middle School poem by Molly Pryor| Details |

Five Years

The opening day I remember clearly.
The last, I will treasure dearly. 
My last year was the worst
I wish I could travel to the past.
The happy faces from the first,
To the sobbing tears of the last.
Today, I opened the door to the future
And close the door to the past!

Copyright © Molly Pryor | Year Posted 2017

Short Middle School poem by J.W. Earnings| Details |

Bladder Problems in Class

Numbers on 
White board…names written hori-

Students ask
To go pee…right when class starts – 
THAT’S just wrong…

Bathroom line
Of students who have bladder
Problems – WOW!

People are
Not using lunchtime to do 
Their business 

No one knows
When to do their duties – SER-

Copyright © J.W. Earnings | Year Posted 2013

Short Middle School poem by Shaina Rodriguez| Details |

My Ambition

Sitting in class bored out of my mind, If I give up, I'll be left behind. I just don't 'cause that goes to show, I have many amitious goals. Maybe one day I'll be the president, Or take care of unable residents. Maybe one day I'll open my own business, Or find the cure to a rare sickness. Who knows what I'll really be, But anyways, want some tea?

Copyright © Shaina Rodriguez | Year Posted 2015

Short Middle School poem by Khalil Franklin| Details |

Oodles of Joy

"Oodles of Joy"
In the morning of everyday i 
I make a food that's really 
Crunch'em, rip'em, and pour'em out 
As saliva pools form in my 
Put it in the mic for just about 
Impatiently  watching those 
beautiful noodles waiting for 
When the time Is up
I Pop it open and take them out 
And start shoving "Oodle's of 
Noodles" into my mouth. 
Khalil Wali

Copyright © Khalil Franklin | Year Posted 2013

Short Middle School poem by Thaleia Greenstone| Details |


That’s all my closed eyes could see while my lips were being captured by an awkward preteen boy. 
My bruised lips from nervous biting matched perfectly with his smooth ones. This moment. 
Of vulnerability and shyness was his and his only to see. 
How new it felt, but not long lasting. 
After all, we were just young middle schoolers wanting to get a taste of something sacred and refreshing. 
Like fine wine, made only for the best and yearned by the curious ones.

Copyright © Thaleia Greenstone | Year Posted 2016

Short Middle School poem by Amelia Harmon| Details |

Ordinary, Extraordinary

Every day is the same,
With me wishing that something would happen,
Making it extraordinary,
The only time that I know I'm extraordinary,
Is when I write,
The words flowing from my fingertips,
At peace,
Not worried what others think of me,
For once,
In my crazy middle school days,
No worries,
All else fades,
And I am alone with my words,
No cares,
But to create beauty,
Something that will move someone,
That will touch someone in ways they can't explain.

Copyright © Amelia Harmon | Year Posted 2011

Short Middle School poem by Line Gauthier| Details |


Never expected to find you
So much I wanted to tell you
Actually boils down to a warm thank you
Your glowing smile I can still picture
Still remember your laughter
You seemed much older and wiser
In your eyes that deep piercing look
Revealed the wisdom of an old soul’s book
Maybe even the charm of an angel’s hook
Touching lives with your sprinkle of gold
We were so young, barely twelve years old

To this day, you had an impact on my life

Submitted this February, 2018

Copyright © Line Gauthier | Year Posted 2018