Favorite Unpublished Poems
Favorite Unpublished Poems
Poems for Teachers
Primary Poems
Junior Poems
Poetry, Popcorn, Pretzels, Pickles, Pizza Party
The Pencil and Eraser Were in a Horrid Fight
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| Definition of Teachers |
| Astronauts Exploring The far reaches Of the universe Inside of students. |
| Engineers Designing Spaceships, Strong enough To carry children, On their journey Through life. |
| Scientists Studying The minds, And hopes, And dreams, Of the earth's Most precious resource. |
| Ode to a Librarian |
| As the heart of a school, The very soul, She transforms the pieces Into a whole. Hers is a most distinguished role, As the heart of a school, The very soul. |
| Dancing on a Rainbow |
| When my reading teacher Comes to get me For my special reading class I feel like Dancing on a rainbow. |
| To me she is a light in the darkness the twinkle of a star soft as a cottonball a true friend. |
| When my reading teacher Comes to get me For my special reading class I know what it is like To dance on a rainbow! |
| If You’re Not Here, Please Raise Your Hand Poems About School |
| How You Live |
| Who you are Speaks so loudly I cannot hear The lectures you give. |
| But my heart, Hears the lessons You teach me, |
| By how you live. |
| A Teacher's Plea |
| Listen to me when I say, I NEED MORE HOURS IN A DAY! |
| Six little hours is not enough For all the work; it's much too tough! |
| Spelling, writing, computers and math, Art, phys ed, and music class. |
| For adding numbers, and taking scores, Checking assignments, There's always more! |
| Listen to me when I say, I NEED MORE HOURS IN A DAY! |
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Poetry is Great! |
| One, Two, Three, Four, Come on kids, Let's give a roar! Five, Six, Seven, Eight, Poetry is Really great! |
| I Called My Teacher Mommy |
| I called my teacher Mommy What a silly thing I said! I called my teacher Mommy I have fluff Inside my head! I called my teacher Mommy Now my face Is apple red! |
| Shaking at My Desk | |
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The story that I'm writing Is as scary as can be, I'm shaking at my desk Because it's even scaring me. I'm afraid to finish it, I'm scared-to-death to see, What happens to the monster, |
| Is he coming after me? | |
| Planet Earth |
| Planet Earth One little planet, In a galaxy, A dot in the universe, But home For you and me. |
| On the Day My Dog Died | |
| On the day, My dog died, I cried, And cried, And cried. |
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| This is my Whole poem. | |
| There's nothing More to say. | |
| I cried, And cried, And cried, On the day, My dog died. | |
I hope you will celebrate poetry in your classroom, and try having a poetry party.
| Poetry, Popcorn, Pretzels, Pickles, Pizza Party |
| Poets please prepare poems for our, Poetry popcorn pretzels pickles pizza party! |
I love to write poems that make you think.
| I Cannot Get My Homework Done |
| Unless I'm alone Or with someone, I cannot get My homework done. |
I love to write about simple things like book bags, lunches, recess, desks, erasers and pencils. Here is one of my favorite eraser/pencil poem.
| The Pencil and Eraser Were in a Horrid Fight |
| The pencil and eraser Were in a horrid fight, It went on through the day And well into the night. |
| The pencil wrote a poem About erasers that can’t write, The eraser erased the poem, And he did it with delight. |
| The pencil wrote a sign, Keep erasers out of sight, The eraser erased the sign, And he did it out of spite. |
| The pencil wrote a note, "You're just a parasite!" The eraser erased the note, Not a word was left in sight. |
| The pencil and eraser Fought all through the night, And when the morning came, They had disappeared from sight. |
I love to write about every room in the school. I’ve discovered that the bathroom has the best stories of all!
| Meet Me in the Bathroom |
| Meet me in the bathroom, Right at two o’clock, You leave your class, I’ll leave mine, We’ll have a chance to talk. |
| Meet me in the bathroom, Fake a stomachache, You leave math, I’ll leave art, We’ll take a bathroom break. |
| Meet me in the bathroom, I’ll be waiting there for you, On the trash can, By the sink, At the dot of two. |
I love to write about the problems that students have in school. Here is a poem I wrote many years ago about one of my own students.
| The Dawdler |
| The teacher says I dawdle, And her words are very true; I never seem to finish All the work I'm meant to do. |
| My spelling's incomplete, And my math is late again, She gave us twenty problems. But I only got to ten. |
| Believe me when I tell you Life certainly seems unfair, When I feel like a turtle Struggling way behind the hares. |
| The teacher says I dawdle, And her words are very true, But does she know how much I wish, I'd get the work done too? |
I love to write about tests, report cards, assignments and homework!
| The Fight |
| Homework and television Were in a fight, Homework lost the game Last night. |
| The Score | |
| Television: | 180 minutes |
| Homework: | 3 minutes |
I love to write puzzle poems. They are so much fun to write. See if you can figure this one out.
| I Turn Something Into Nothing |
| I turn something Into nothing, I really really do, I'm a something Made for nothing, Oh, This precious fact Is true. |
| If you need to change A something Into nothing For awhile, Then I'm the something That turns something Into nothing With a smile. |
| So if you want Some nothing From the something That you write, I'm the something Filled with nothing That is what you want In sight. |
| (Answer – Eraser) |