Fourth Grade Poetry

A collection of work by

Mr. Evans’s

Fourth Grade Class

Lonely Owl

Lonely Owl, sitting so still

You are with many but not like them

You are still lonely

Made by hands so small and gentle

Your color of snow and cloud so dull

Lonely Owl

By, Alex

JUICY RED MYSTERY

JUICY RED MYSTERY HANGING ON THE LONESOME DOOR

NOBODY IS THERE EXCEPT ME

YOU LIE THERE WHERE NOBODY IS NEAR

YOU ARE MANY THINGS MORE THAN ANYONE ELSE KNOWS

AS YOU MAY LIE THERE I WILL ALWAYS BE THERE BY YOU

NEVER SAYING TOO MUCH

ALWAYS THERE BY MY SIDE

JUICY RED MYSTERY

BY: ALLI

Alone Hands

Alone hands wanting,

for someone to high-five someone.

But no one answers,

Are the hands bumpy, crackly we don’t know.

You are just lying there,

You will never move you are there forever.

Alone Hands.

By: Claire

Amazing Straws

Straws, red and white like candy canes,

Bendy, but not much,

Sucks up liquid like a vacuum,

Smooth on the palm of a hand.

Used for a spitball launcher,

Amazing they are, so much to do,

Mostly drinking.

Amazing straws.

By Cooper

Fruit Bowl Fruit Bowl

You are colorful

You get as patternful of memories past

You’re square, never round

You are a star fruit

You are mellow just as an orange.

Yet bright as a banana,

You are always sad as a blueberry

Yet you are never green

Fruit bowl.

by Katy

Fly Rainbow Fly

Fly, Rainbow, away from here.

Fly anywhere and everywhere

Bursting with colors,

Nowhere to fit in, all alone.

You come out, sneaking behind

In depth with nowhere to call home

Yet I come along, and call you friend.

Fly, Rainbow, Fly with me.

By Sareena

Running hands, splattered, smeared.

On your own, no one there

Weird shapes extending upwards

Emptiness creeping in all around

You no longer hold things

Kiwi inside, smeared all around

Running Hands.

By Lucy

Memorable Hands, you bright flower petals.

You’re little and smooth.

You remind people of good times.

You’re a new can of fresh paint.

Memorable Hands.

Memorable Hands,

You’re colorful and joyful.

You’re walked past every day.

You watch over everybody.

You’re looked at by people.

You’ll never wash away.

Memorable Hands.

By Emma

Butterfly

By Noah

Butterfly with huge beautiful eyes

Circles and ovals are your pattern

Striped and dotted

Butterfly is seaweed green, black as night

Blue as the ocean, yellow as the sun

Beautiful black antenna

Butterfly with huge beautiful eyes.

The Hard Powder Your inside is hard, your outside is powder

You’re messy as paint and used with art

You wear out so fast…nobody likes that.

You’re colorful and fun but mostly white as ice.

You hard powder!

By Barron

The lost Green Apple

Lost green apple

The lost green apple was crunchy

The lost green apple was round

The lost green apple I lost it.

The green apple.

By Rahim

The Potted Plant The Potted Plant

Worn down, old

Left to rot, to leave this world

Sulks, knowing what lies ahead

Limps, waiting for the end

Sitting in sadness

Sitting in fear of what will come next

At death’s doorstep, slowly fading away

Life being sucked out of it

Stuck, unable to escape

No place to go

No desire to live anymore

Almost history

Now the potted plant is gone

But its spirit will always be with us

The Potted Plant

By Ethan

White As Snow

White as snow

Graceful and independent

The cunning owl takes flight

Silent as it preys upon another innocent soul

White as snow.

Black as midnight

When it returns to its silent tree

The population of the forest has dropped.

By Barrett