Poems for 3rd Graders (An Effective Communication Tool)
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Poems for 3rd Graders (An Effective Communication Tool)

Poetry is both a kind of art and a means of communicating feelings. It’s common for students to avoid writing and reading at all costs. Poems are an excellent way to help kids learn how to express themselves in your classrooms. Here are poems for 3rd graders to use as a tool for better communication.

Poems for 3rd Graders (An Effective Communication Tool)

Poems for 3rd Graders

I might persuade even reluctant kids who would cringe at the mere mention of words to like poems. Finding poetry that pupils will absolutely adore might be challenging.

Fortunately, we’ve made this compilation of poems for 3rd graders that will undoubtedly become your students’ top favorites.

Daisies by Frank Dempster Sherman

At evening when I go to bed
I see the stars shine overhead;
They are the little daisies white
That dot the meadow of the Night.

And often while I’m dreaming so,
Across the sky the Moon will go;
It is a lady, sweet and fair,
Who comes to gather daisies there.

For, when at morning I arise,
There’s not a star left in the skies;
She’s picked them all and dropped them down
Into the meadows of the town.

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Online is Fine by Kenn Nesbitt

The schools are now open
but, this year, at mine,
the teachers and students
are meeting online.

It’s quite a bit different,
but I think it’s cool,
since this way I’ll never
be tardy to school.

My mom doesn’t yell at me,
making a fuss
that, if I don’t hurry,
I might miss the bus.

To meet with my teacher
or talk to my tutor,
I roll out of bed and
turn on the computer.

I don’t need my backpack,
my shoes, or my coat.
It saves so much time when
your school is remote.

I don’t pack a lunch
and I don’t take a shower,
which means I can sleep in
a whole extra hour.

Little Rain by Elizabeth Madox Roberts

When I was making myself a game
Up in the garden, a little rain came.
It fell down quick in a sort of rush,
And I crawled back under the snowball bush.

I could hear the big drops hit the ground
And see little puddles of dust fly round.
A chicken came till the rain was gone;
He had just a very few feathers on.

He shivered a little under his skin,
And then he shut his eyeballs in.
Even after the rain had begun to hush
It kept on raining up in the bush.

One big flat drop came sliding down,
And a ladybug that was red and brown
Was up on a little stem waiting there,
And I got some rain in my hair.

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If Love Were Mine by Annette Wynne

If love were mine, if love were mine,
I know what I would do,
I’d take it, spare it,
Give it, share it,
Lend it, spend it, too.

If beauty I could claim for mine,
To hold, to cherish, too,
I’d strive to spread it,
Pour it, shed it,
Till it flowed the whole world through.

But toil—just common toil—is mine;
And so what I shall do
Is strive to take it,
Carve it, make it,
Into love and beauty, too.

To a Child by William Wordsworth

Small service is true service while it lasts:
Of humblest friends, bright creature! scorn not one:
The daisy, by the shadow that it casts,
Protects the lingering dewdrop from the sun.

Life Doesn’t Frighten Me by Maya Angelou

Shadows on the wall
Noises down the hall
Life doesn’t frighten me at all

Bad dogs barking loud
Big ghosts in a cloud
Life doesn’t frighten me at all

Mean old Mother Goose
Lions on the loose
They don’t frighten me at all

Dragons breathing flame
On my counterpane
That doesn’t frighten me at all.

I go boo
Make them shoo
I make fun
Way they run
I won’t cry
So they fly
I just smile
They go wild

Life doesn’t frighten me at all.

Tough guys fight
All alone at night
Life doesn’t frighten me at all.

Panthers in the park
Strangers in the dark
No, they don’t frighten me at all.

That new classroom where
Boys all pull my hair
(Kissy little girls
With their hair in curls)
They don’t frighten me at all.

Don’t show me frogs and snakes
And listen for my scream,
If I’m afraid at all
It’s only in my dreams.

I’ve got a magic charm
That I keep up my sleeve
I can walk the ocean floor
And never have to breathe.

Life doesn’t frighten me at all
Not at all
Not at all.

Life doesn’t frighten me at all.

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The Blade and the Ax by Abimbola T. Alabi

On a bench, in Joe’s little shed,
lying not too far apart,
were his ax and his switchblade,
having a quiet heart-to-heart.

“How small and weak you look,”
said the ax to the blade.
“You will never be able to do
those deeds for which I’m made.”

“For it’s me that Joe will use
to cut the boughs of trees.
You should see me at work sometime,
how I split a log with ease.”

“A great help you are around
performing these hefty tasks,
but stuff I do for Joe, you can’t,”
replied the blade to the ax.

“Would he ever count on you
to cut or strip a wire bare?
Try slicing open packages too.
I’d love to see just how you’d fare.”

We’re designed in unique ways;
you’re not superior as you claim.”
The mighty ax and the nifty blade
needed by Joe all the same.

In the end, they both agreed
about their weaknesses and strengths.
Neither of them, they could see,
was truly a hundred percent.

From then on, they became pals,
got along and learned to relax.
Never again was there pride or strife
between the blade and the ax.

It is sometimes challenging to communicate emotionally with 3rd graders, and the best teachers know how important establishing emotional connection is. Poetry is an art that appeals to both mind and the emotions. We hope you make the most of this tool.

You can start by reading these poems for 3rd graders in class or even sharing this article with parents and teachers alike. Drop a comment in the section below; we’d love to hear about the connection you’ve now formed.

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