22 Poems by third Grade Students at Fairmount Park Elementary

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.