To help Poems for 2nd graders appreciate poetry, we made these poetry collections. Learn how to daily incorporate the fun of poetry into your second-grade classroom by reading on!
Poems for 2nd Graders
Below are poems for 2nd graders, if your boy made second grade he should see this poems and have fun reading them.
The Tongue-Tied Lover
I ask the heav’nly stars above
how I might send thee words of love –
for my impov’rished words won’t do
when sending words of love to you.
A birthday shortly comes your way,
and I’m in complete disarray
whilst seeking clever words to say
on what will be your special day.
Hark! Cupid counsels – “Do not fret,
I’ll make a poet of you yet,
and whilst you’ll never be a bard,
go buy your love a birthday card.”
“Pen words directly from your heart
writ with Cupid’s finest dart –
there’s one more thing that you must do –
ensure your words of love are true.”
Now, I took Cupid at his word.
To my delight, my words were heard
I never penned a poem more fair
These words of love I wrote for her.
That special birthday’s come and gone.
Soon you and I will be as one.
One final vow I make in rhyme.
I’ll cherish thee till the end of time.
By, William Brook
Our Precious Daughter
We celebrate your birthday, as you turn six today,
but we have got the gift, just the perfect gift,
that on this very special day, God gave away,
a gift of love from up above, so unique and so rare
God has specially made you to the very tip of your nose,
as precious as a flower, as tender as a rose.
Fulfilled and blessed our lives we have and all because of you,
as sweet as honey, so innocent and pure
The twinkle of your eyes is brighter than any star,
the smiles you leave behind keep our days bright,
though our laps you have outgrown,
you will never outgrow our hearts
We watch and pray as you grow,
in love and in faith, in beauty and in grace,
you bring us joy and pure delight,
just to gaze upon your lovely face
Our hearts you keep warm and are with you wherever you may go,
and as you go on life’s journey, only happiness may you find,
you are the joyful moments through our sorrow,
you are our hope and promise of our tomorrow
’cause you are our pride, our unconditional love we pledge,
’cause you are our joy, our undivided bond we cherish,
’cause you are our sunshine, our embrace is your shield through the rain,
’cause you are our little girl, our hugs and kissed will take away your pain
We asked God for a flower and He gave us a bouquet
we asked God for a minute and He gave us a day
we prayed to God for true love and He gave us that too
we prayed to God for an angel and He gave us you
May God bless you dear angel
especially on this day, that marks your birth,
for all the special ways you bring
a bit of heaven into our world
May God bless you, Today, Tomorrow and Always?
in Peace in Health in Happiness and in Love
By, Caroline Falzon
A Nation’s Strength
What makes a nation’s pillars high
And its foundations strong?
What makes it mighty to defy
The foes that round it throng?
It is not gold. Its kingdoms grand
Go down in battle shock;
Its shafts are laid on sinking sand,
Not on abiding rock.
Is it the sword? Ask the red dust
Of empires passed away;
The blood has turned their stones to rust,
Their glory to decay.
And is it pride? Ah, that bright crown
Has seemed to nations sweet;
But God has struck its luster down
In ashes at his feet.
Not gold but only men can make
A people great and strong;
Men who for truth and honor’s sake
Stand fast and suffer long.
Brave men who work while others sleep,
Who dare while others fly…
They build a nation’s pillars deep
And lift them to the sky.
We walk on starry fields of white
And do not see the daisies;
For blessings common in our sight
We rarely offer praises.
We sigh for some supreme delight
To crown our lives with splendor,
And quite ignore our daily store
Of pleasures sweet and tender.
Our cares are bold and push their way
Upon our thought and feeling.
They hang about us all the day,
Our time from pleasure stealing.
So unobtrusive many a joy
We pass by and forget it,
But worry strives to own our lives
And conquers if we let it.
There’s not a day in all the year
But holds some hidden pleasure,
And looking back, joys oft appear
To brim the past’s wide measure.
But blessings are like friends, I hold,
Who love and labor near us.
We ought to raise our notes of praise
While living hearts can hear us.
Full many a blessing wears the guise
Of worry or of trouble.
Farseeing is the soul and wise
Who knows the mask is double.
But he who has the faith and strength
To thank his God for sorrow
Has found a joy without alloy
To gladden every morrow.
We ought to make the moments notes
Of happy, glad Thanksgiving;
The hours and days a silent phrase
Of music we are living.
And so the theme should swell and grow
As weeks and months pass o’er us,
And rise sublime at this good time,
A grand Thanksgiving chorus.
By, Ella Wheeler
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