Submitted by Pamela Carter (See her article on Templates)
SOMETHING SAD
I loved my Grandma,
She died of cancer.
There’s nothing more to say,
and the poem ends,
hard as it began.
I loved my Grandma.
—L.M.N.
I FEEL WEIRD
I ate a chicken.
I feel weird.
The chicken is probably
very mad at me —
Or at least if it knew.
—M.W.
STORMY WEATHER
When the weather fights,
don’t fly your kites,
and out goes the lights,
because the weather bites.
—N.A.
THE FROG
The frog hops
over lily pads
and on one,
he flops.
He croaks
and the lashes
his tongue
just like the other frog folks.
He lashes
and catches
a fly.
GULP.
He croaks again.
—C.A.P.S.
PAWN
I’m just a pawn so lonely,
getting pushed around and captured,
being the lowest rank so sad
just if I were a queen.
—M.J.W.
NEVER
I had a bird that
never sung.
I had a bell that
never rung.
I had a Frisbee that
I never flung.
And there the poem
ends.
—L.F.L.
SUN
Come on out in the sun
Let’s have some fun
we could go to the park
we could go to the beach
but let’s not eat bleach
we could go to the store
play with dinos and more
Come on out in the sun.
—C.O.R.
HAPPY
Watching the peas spring from the ground,
birds chirp their beautiful songs,
bright sun beating down on me,
smelling the fresh air,
licking the cool popsicles,
Spring!
—K.L.C.
I HAVE A TREE
I have a tree,
just for me.
I have a tree,
in front of me.
I love my tree,
that’s just for me.
My tree is very tall,
my tree is painted on my wall.
I have a tree,
just for me.
—L.D.C.
I AM A STAR
I am a
star,
bright and
shiny
twinkle in
the night,
you will see
me if you
shush
just look
up in the
sky.
I’m the
brightest
one you’ll see —
just turn off
the light.
I am a
star.
—S.R.N.
SOCCER BALL
A huge hurting force
makes me fly
as I bounce to the ground
shooting by,
a bounce here and there
hurting everywhere
and when I fly through the air
it’s always over a fair.
—T.M.P.
PLAY TIME
A unicorn prances
along the rug
it’s teeth showing
eating an apple
with a cat.
The cat gives a long meow
before returning to play
with the unicorn
their mothers chatting
about their next playdate
—G.S.E.S.
BATHTUB
I’m a bathtub,
you would not want to be me.
I am a bathtub,
It’s bad you’ll see.
Shampoo taste like goo —
and you smell bad too.
As you can see,
It’s horrible to be me.
—M.J.C.
THE CONTROLLER OF STORMS
I control storms.
I have very bad control.
They don’t do what I want.
Once the storms
went to the college
and wrecked all the dorms,
Once some sleet —
killed some crops
and now we have no corn to eat.
—C.A.S.
BASKETBALL
Ow! Ow! Ow!
What is the matter with you?
Ow! Ow! Ow!
What did I do to you?
Ow! Ow! Ow!
Why do you always bounce me around …
Ow! Ow! Ow!
Slamming me on the ground.
—A.R.W.
HURRICANE
Pots fall off the shelves,
Plates shatter in the sink,
Pans rattle on the stove.
Walls creak and crack,
Windows clatter and break,
In the hurricane.
—G.C.
FEELING RAINDROPS FALLING DOWN
Started as a sprinkle
that was falling down,
Getting harder
And still falling down,
Now it’s a shower
That’s falling down,
It’s a bit too hard now
But still falling down,
Now it’s pouring
And falling down,
I just slipped on a puddle
And now I’mfalling down!
—B.L.S.
LIGHTNING
Striking up and down
Striking all over the town,
Lightning striking through the ground
Staying in your house
Bearing that fact.
—R.V.C.
FLAG
The flag’s not high
up in the sky
and here is why, it is not high
The flag is not that high,
and here is this is why.
The flag is shy
and that is why
it is not high,
of in the sky
The flag is very shy,
and that’s why
The flag’s not high.
—E.C.H.
FRIEND
I have a friend,
that’s caring and kind,
the kind that is,
hard-to-find.
She’s funny and humorous,
considerate and nice,
I will never ever think,
about being her friend twice.
I have a great friend.
—L.C.W.
A POEM
This is a poem
this is the end
as boring as it began
this is a poem
this is the end.
—C.R.S.
LEAF
There’s a leaf inside of me,
It controls my emotions,
you’ll see.
When I’m scared,
it flits, and flees about.
When I’m sad,
it slowly drifts,
down, down, down,
to the ground.
When I’m angry,
it storms around,
and that’s what makes me angry,
See?
When I’m happy,
it settles down,
on the ground,
inside of me.
Now do you see?
—E.E.O’D.