优秀七年级英语诗歌阅读

英语诗歌同建筑艺术一样,也需要追求外在的视觉艺术和造型艺术,讲究外部的象形、对称、参差和魅力,所以诗歌语言也具有 建筑艺术 美感。诗歌比其他任何文学样式更接近建筑艺术,更具有建筑美。下面是小编带来的优秀七年级英语诗歌，欢迎阅读!

优秀七年级英语诗歌篇一

Brandon Branson's Backpack

Brandon Branson's backpack

is unusually large.

He drags it into school

the way a tugboat drags a barge.

The main compartment holds

about a hundred hardback books.

The outside has a zillion

little pockets, strap and hooks.

Inside it has his calculators,

one for every class,

plus eighty markers, pens and pencils,

adding to it's mass.

It holds his new harmonica

plus three or four kazoos,

his binder and his lunchbox

and an extra pair of shoes.

Of course it has his mittens

with his winter coat and hat,

a soccer ball, a basketball,

a baseball glove and bat.

A CD player, headphones,

and a TV, with remote,

a telephone, computer,

and another hat and coat.

His skateboard and his scooter

have their own equipment rack.

It even has a space to park

his bicycle in back.

A teacher found it in the hall

today at 1:15,

She looked around for Brandon

who was nowhere to be seen.

She got some other teachers

who considered it and frowned,

then groaned and moaned and pulled

and dragged it off to lost and found.

They struggled through the doorway

feeling out of breath and strained,

and all of them were curious

to see what it contained.

They cautiously unzipped it

and they pulled it open wide,

and there was Brandon Branson

napping happily inside.

优秀七年级英语诗歌篇二

Underwater Sandwich

My sandwich is soggy and falling apart.

The crust and the lettuce are floating away.

I guess that it probably wasn't too smart

to play with it here in the bathtub today.

They served them today in the lunchroom at school.

I saved mine through English and Science and Math,

then carried it home thinking won't it be cool

to play with my sandwich upstairs in the bath.

But now the baloney is starting to sink.

The mustard and mayo dissolved in the tub.

It's puzzling, but I am beginning to think

my "submarine sandwich" was not a real sub.

优秀七年级英语诗歌篇三

I Went to School to Learn to Read

I went to school to learn to read,

but learned instead of trouts in tweed.

I thought they'd show us how to write.

They showed a fig could fly a kite.

Instead of having history class

we caught gorillas in a glass,

then didn't learn arithmetic,

but watched as Tuesday did a trick.

We also skipped geography

to learn why eggs can disagree.

And then, instead of taking art,

we learned to take the air apart.

Instead of having science there,

we played with pigs with purple hair.

We learned to catch a savage chair

and why balloons are really square.

We learned the moon can eat the sun

and why bananas like to run.

It's true, we may get nothing done,

but, boy, it sure is lots of fun.