Best Middle School Poems
C’est la vie, Billy!
His cheeks a deep scarlet,
His jaw tightened in an eerie grin,
He stands, rooted to the spot
While the snot in his nose
Like a long gooey
Streak of
Chewing-gum
Slowly comes dripping
Onto his dappled T-shirt,
and his eyes, like dazzling agates,
Fixedly follow the interminable course of
The red rubbery ball
As the projectile
In a deafening clash,
Smashes the headmaster’s office window.
Most people are easily bent out of shape
Like Paperclips
Because they can't hold it together
Like Paperclips
My words are weapons so I lock & load
My Paper Clips
I bet your two cents is worth less
Than a Paperclip
Chance to Dance
I could have been different if given the chance
If you only said yes to just one dance
I built up the courage to finally ask
Just one dance, such an easy task
The echo of NO ran through the gym floor
I still heard the others laughing as I exit the door
Just one dance with the prettiest girl in the room
I wasn't asking to be your groom
Laughter still lingers from the others I told
For the pain to lift, my soul I would have sold
I may have never been the man I could
Yes would have changed everything, it would
By Michael J Price
WHEN MOTHER PULLS THE CART
Way back my classmate of middle school
Lost early on his father in the clutch of cancer
Destitute family cart mother was forced to pull
Clouds of trying times in the void sky he saw gather.
The study expenses weren’t easy to meet
He thought from the school he would drop out
But his mother said he needn’t, should never do it
She would soon find the way out, without any doubt.
He had no idea what that way could be
He was so assured, didn’t lose sleep over it
For he knew mother would do her best to see
Her bright son finished the school study with credit.
He woke up in the middle of a winter night
Found his mother’s bed empty, not slept on
When this happened routinely night after night
He decided to find out where she could’ve gone.
In the dead of cold night he went out to explore
Saw from the antique room a streak of light seep
He peeked through the keyhole of the closed door
She was stitching cloth bags, eyes half-closed in sleep.
January 23, 2019
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Carpe Diem you said
And I ponder that line as I sit here in bed
Seize the day; don’t stop ‘til you’re dead
Don’t fight with your fists, but with your head.
Be the rebel they used to be
Be the inspiration you want to see
Chase your dreams, fulfill your destiny
It was meant for you, like the sand for the sea
Go after the life that you want
Turn away as they tease and taunt
Even though their words will haunt
And they tower over you and daunt.
Be free and choose your life
Fulfill the dreams you dream at night
Follow your heart, it’s always right
Never let your dreams go out of sight.
You told me to hold on
To the things that fill my heart with song
Don’t let them tell you that you’re wrong
Don’t be afraid though the road is long.
And I won’t forget these things you said
Carpe diem ‘til you’re dead
I won’t fight with my fists, but with my head
It’s the most powerful tool in your tool shed.
School is actually a fun place to be
To learn, enjoy and finally be free
For advisors and students to come together
To share secrets and tell us how are life can be better
But classwork, projects, tests and more
Is one thing I am positive I won't adour
You have to get a higher grade on this and that
To be the scholar that the principal would attract
For this there's a reason and always will be
We need our education to accomplish our dreams
To be a lawyer, singer, teacher and more
I learned that this is something I definitely won't ignore
That school can be rough and it can be hard
But never give up and you would achieve that far
I am the weather constantly changing day by day.
I am the light that fades before darkness takes over.
I am the cheetah protecting its young.
I am the rain pounding against the window.
My hair is silk brushing across your hand.
My eyes are baby blue crystals bearing down on people.
My hair is golden light that reflects off the green grass.
I am the blinding white snow as the sun shines bright.
I am a bird’s song echoing in the daylight.
I am the wind blowing past your face.
I am the unstoppable river that moves and moves, day by day, and season by season.
I am a book worm inching, reading page by page as hours go by.
I am a splash of color to everyone’s joy.
I am the ground beneath your feet.
I may speak words of hate but my friendship will never destroy.
I may make mistakes but I am the one you keep.
Teacher, shall I write a sonnet? Must I?
When I’m not so sure of my poetry…
Shall I write a poem of fourteen lines?
In iambic pentameter –by me?
What shall I write about? What can I say?
In this sonnet which I must jot down now?
My sonnet should be about what today?
To write a great sonnet I’m not sure how…
Teacher, can I write this sonnet later
For I’m not sure of what to write about?
The teacher then takes my simple paper
And “you already did.” my teacher shouts.
‘Detention’ my teacher says, ‘for lying,’
‘But thank you,’ she adds, ‘for at least trying.’
© Mariam Mababaya.
i am just a face on the street
so invisible so discreet
you pass by me every day
and i await words you'll never say
not one single hello is uttered
yet still i melt like butter
every tlime i see you
i think of what i should do
i should smile, say hello
but every single time i choke
my tongue turns into one big knot
and i cant manage a single thought
if you could read my mind
you would laugh at what you'd find
i haven't had a crush in a long while
yet every time i see your smile
it takes me back to middle school
even though i was so cool
i had trouble talking to guys
so this is no surprise
Every day is the same,
Ordinary,
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,
Peace,
Solace,
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.
It's human nature to emulate surroundings
And it's hard to separate yourself
From those around you
Emotions are contagious
And like minds act alike
Stand in a group of happy people,
And you'll find yourself smiling.
Stand in a group of excited people,
And find yourself inspired.
Stand in a group of kind people,
And you'll become more empathetic.
Stand in a group of hungry people,
And you'll find something to eat.
Stand in a group of depressed people,
And find yourself in sorrow.
Stand in a group of angry people,
And feel your adrenaline rise.
Most likely you'll remain in the group
That reflects you the most
So regardless of what you think
If others act in one particular way
Then guess what, you have become 'them'
So if you attract manipulators,
Maybe it’s because you lie a lot.
So if you attract unfaithful people,
Maybe it’s because you're a quitter.
So if you attract abusers,
Maybe it’s because you enjoy pain.
So if you attract indecisive people,
Maybe it’s because you're a follower.
So if you attract those that steal,
Maybe it’s because you turn the other way.
So if you attract those of low standards,
Maybe it’s because you act out of desperation.
Most likely you'll remain in the group
That reflects you the most
So regardless of what you think
If others act in one particular way
Then guess what, you have become 'them'
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.
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?
Junior school
Years gone by and we are all still fools
For the silly things we laughed at school
Farting and burping and breaking the rules
Making large bubble gum circles whilst swimming in the local pool
Playing tennis in the summer because Wimbledon was cool
Weekends on muddy pitches pitting your wits to tackle and duel
Flirting glances at girls although not knowing how it was cruel
Teachers bursting veins in their heads shouting to try and teach monkeys who scratch their arses and play E.T with their cagoules
Making grass bunkers in the summer with mates and a girl would show you her white knickers for some toffees and a daisy chain to amaze at and to drool
Remembering the children’s faces and the world we left behind to know that we had better times when we were all still fools.
Who is she?
She is a seventh grader
Plays softball
Wears glasses
She lives and loves cheesecake
Chaddar cheese
Mac n' cheese
Cheesecake
Who is she?