Elementary Poems - Poems about Elementary

As the yellow-orange sun slowly rises Memories of your class's fun flood my heart Thoughts run to your teaching and enterprises You brought those tiny guppies to our class A creative...Read the rest...

There are now nooks and crannies in elementary school classrooms. Places for children to slither and slide into When they need a break When they despise multiplication facts When they are tired of reading When I was a child I...Read the rest...

**No matter what state that born again Christians establish after school Bible study for elementary school students, the Satanists want to establish after school groups worshiping Satan. Even though they may or may not personally worship him--they...Read the rest...

Wind..dances in the trees Egos,doing as they please Wind..brings clouds of rain Tomorrows,oftimes filled with pain Wind..sounds deep in the night Sorry,may not make it right Wind..elements moving unseen Attraction,love's go-between...Read the rest...

I am the light, I am the heat I banish night, shadows on a street I was the first, to come into view for air now I thirst, to grow the red hue fire and I are friends, when...Read the rest...

How so lovely to meet him Elementary school teacher Same so lovely smile on his nice face Saino type of poem. It is not in Poetrysoup list of poems forms, so I selected "I do not know"....Read the rest...

And so the problems, they surmount, And why is infinity so hard to count? It’s always because infinity has no end. It’s quite Elementary my friend! Still, I wonder why this can’t be, A bird can talk why can’t fish...Read the rest...

The teeny weeny arachnid crawled up my dingy wall. Little did he know this would turn into a brawl. Then I grabbed a shoe held it high above my head. And the teeny weeny arachnid is now officially dead. *Nearly two years ago,...Read the rest...

Kindergarten Teacher Kind when she shares her bologna sandwich. Imaginative when she has to use Q-tips to teach. Nurturing to teeter totter injuries. Daring when rescuing...Read the rest...

I the mind returns to things although the major focus is loved ones LOST valued then and now yet lost, somehow II my first book of poetry written before seventeen Lost when my sister sold our home I was lost in America being FOUND by Jesus...Read the rest...

“After one-hundred, which number comes next?” inquired Ms. Colvin as she studied her text. All of us kids raised our hands high, then Ms. Colvin picked Brett, this one dumb guy. “Two-hundred,” he said with complete confidence. “Geez,” I thought,...Read the rest...

a decade ago, I picked up water colors and acrylics O the exuberance of being a first-time artist Who, in myriad poverty of apartheid, scorned art As the purview of those living in luxury Yet I was spending five...Read the rest...

1st Grade With Miss Harvison at Thatcher Elementary David Walker I Miss Harvison’s smile greeted each taker of An assigned seat of big kids desks in our very first First Grade class at Thatcher Elementary It was...Read the rest...

There was a miller named Miller Who tied his wife to a pillar He said, "Cheerio" A clue that would show He was a cereal killer...Read the rest...

I First period each morning she meets their languid sighs Their low moaning at new tasks to be undertaken She must be upbeat, no matter her personal woes, In her crisp, clean dress and comfortable walking shoes She steps...Read the rest...