22 Beautiful And Famous Poems About School For Kids


Poetry is a beautiful way to express our experiences and memories. Children spend most of the time at school, learning new things and playing with friends. Going through primary, middle, and high school gives them a mixture of good and bad experiences. Some of them are excited to go back to school after a break, while some are eager to meet their teachers and friends. Few of them wait to dress up and go to school.

Keep reading this post for the best school poems for kids and motivate them to enjoy their golden days of life.

20+ School Poem For Kids

Let your children share their experiences and let them treasure these poems as memories.

1. First Day At School

A million billion willion miles from home
Waiting for the bell to go. (To go where?)
Why are they all so big, other children?
So noisy? So much at home they
Must have been born in uniform
Lived all their lives in playgrounds
Spent the years inventing games
That don’t let me in. Games
That are rough, that swallow you up.

And the railings.
All around, the railings.
Are they to keep out wolves and monsters?
Things that carry off and eat children?
Things you don’t take sweets from?
Perhaps they’re to stop us getting out.
Running away from the lessins. Lessin.
What does a lessin look like?
Sounds small and slimy.
They keep them in the glassrooms.
Whole rooms made out of glass. Imagine.

I wish I could remember my name.
Mummy said it would come in useful.
Like wellies. When there’s puddles.
Yellowwellies. I wish she was here.
I think my name is sewn on somewhere.
Perhaps the teacher will read it for me.
Tea-cher. The one who makes the tea.

— Roger McGough

2. School Is Not So Cool

School, School, School,
A school is not so cool
We’re here five days a week
8 hours a day.

School, School, School,
A school is not so cool.
People laugh when we fall
we just have to make a call.
School, School, School
A school is not so cool.

We have to work hard to get good grades.
I’m not going to do it no more.
I do it every day.
We can’t go on the grass.
We can’t bother another class.
We cant save spots at lunch.
We have to go as a bunch.
We have 3 minutes in the hall.
I’m always late, what a ball.
We have to pay attention
if not, we get detention.
School, School, School,
A school is not so cool.
They have too many rules
they play us as fools
if we get A’s
the parents jump Hip Hip Hooray.
If we get F’s
we tell them we need to take a rest.
We always have homework
we never have classwork
they have too many rules
they need to take it cool.
School, School, School,
A school is so not cool!

— Chantel Braatz

3. Cleaning House In My Brain

I’m cleaning house
In my brain,
It’s BACK TO SCHOOL
Time again.

Shine windows,
Paint doors,
Vacuum rugs,
Polish floors.

Brush away
TV shows,
Picnics, beaches,
Free time goes.

Bring my memory
Back in gear,
Sweep the channels,
Crystal clear.

My brain is
An amazing tool,
And it’s all ready for
BACK TO SCHOOL!

— Kalli Dakos

4. September, The First Day Of School

I

My child and I hold hands on the way to school,
And when I leave him at the first-grade door.

He cries a little but is brave; he does
Let go. My selfish tears remind me how
I cried before that door a life ago.
I may have had a hard time letting go.

Each fall, the children must endure together.
What every child also endures alone:
Learning the alphabet, the integers,
Three dozen bits and pieces of a stuff
So arbitrary, so peremptory,
That worlds invisible and visible.

Bow down before it, as in Joseph’s dream
The sheaves bowed down, and then the stars bowed down.
Before the dreaming of a little boy.
That dream got him such hatred of his brothers.
As cost the greater part of life to mend,
And yet great kindness came of it in the end.

II

A school is where they grind the grain of thought,
And grind the children who must mind the thought.
It may be those two grindings are but one,
As from the alphabet come Shakespeare’s Plays,
As from the integers comes Euler’s Law,
As from the whole, inseparably, the lives,

The shrunken lives that have not been set free
By law or by poetic phantasy.
But may they be. My child has disappeared.
Behind the schoolroom door. And should I live
To see his coming forth, a life away,
I know my hope but do not know its form.

Nor hope to know it. May the fathers he finds
Among his teachers have a care of him
More than his father could. How that will look
I do not know; I do not need to know.
Even our tears belong to ritual.
But may great kindness come of it in the end.

— Howard Nemerov

5. Sleepyhead

Oh, please let me have another half hour in bed.
It feels like the pillow is stuck to my head.

I’m cozy, and I’m warm, and my dreams are all nice.
I don’t want to face a day of frost and of ice,

My eyes keep on closing; my brain’s in a fuzz.
If I don’t get up soon, I’ll miss the school bus.

Why is the best sleep when it’s time to arise?
I only wish now I could open my eyes.

I’m drifting again; the world’s going dim;
it’s the Land of Nod that I’m entering in.

Then suddenly I’m awake, with a start and a jump.
I say to myself; you are a great chump.

School is a no-go, at least for today.
Why is that so? Because it’s Saturday-hooray.

— Paul L. Kennedy

6. Summer And School

It’s the last day of school!
Let’s go to the pool!
Put on your bathing suit
And grab some yummy juicy fruit!
Now it’s time to tan and swim.
School is over, and so is gym.
I’m going to miss some things such as art,
But I’m not going to miss my brother fart.
School made me very smart,
But now, being smart doesn’t matter.
I can eat junk food and get a lot fatter.
I’ll also travel and unravel.
I’d bake brownies and cook.
Instead of reading an old, boring textbook.
At the end of the month, we’ll get an HHR.
So we can drive to New Jersey in our brand new car.
I have to behave and be nice in school,
But then I can do whatever I want and also be a fool.

— Sarina

7. Hard Work

They’re all staring at me,
Right through me, they can see.
I bet they are judging,
They know I’m not focusing.
“I can’t do this,” I tell myself.
There is no way,
The teacher calls my name,
And there is nothing I can say.

Now they are all looking in my direction.
They act like I have some kind of infection.
Why am I the one who doesn’t understand?
This really isn’t going as I planned.
I am a hard worker, don’t they know?
They are the ones who don’t try,
I am the one about to cry.

The teacher sends me a dirty look.
I am reading everyone’s mind like a book.
They are laughing at me.
I blackout and cannot see.
My face has gone completely numb.
I’m the hard worker, not them.
I’m the hard worker, not him.

— Brianna D. Anderson

8. School Just School

School we need it
school, friends
school you have teachers
school is great
high school is even better
college, PARTIES

school you mite find your true love
new experiences every day
school, dances
school just school
school who does not love it
school is fun

school, preps
school, classes
school, math, science, computer classes
school is great love it
school just school
we need school

— Kerri King

9. In School-Days

Still sits the school-house by the road,
A ragged beggar sleeping;
Around it still, the sumachs grow,
And blackberry-vines are creeping.

Within, the master’s desk is seen,
Deep-scarred by raps official;
The warping floor, the battered seats,
The jack-knife’s carved initial;

The charcoal frescoes on its wall;
Its door’s worn sill, betraying.
The feet that, creeping slow to school,
Went storming out to playing!

Long years ago, a winter sun.
Shone over it at setting;
Lit up its western window-panes,
And low eaves’ icy fretting.

It touched the tangled golden curls,
And brown eyes full of grieving,
Of one who still her steps delayed
When all the school were leaving.

For near it stood the little boy.
Her childish favor singled;
His cap pulled low upon a face.
Where pride and shame were mingled.

Pushing with restless feet, the snow
To right and left, he lingered;—
As restlessly her tiny hands.
The blue-checked apron fingered.

He saw her lift her eyes; he felt.
The soft hand’s light caressing,
And heard the tremble of her voice,
As if a fault confessing.

“I’m sorry that I spelt the word:
I hate to go above you,
Because,”—the brown eyes lower fell,—
“Because you see, I love you!”

Still memory to a gray-haired man
That sweet child-face is showing.
Dear girl! the grasses on her grave
Have forty years been growing!

He lives to learn, in life’s hard school,
How few who pass above him
Lament their triumph and his loss,
Like her, because they love him.

— John Greenleaf Whittier

10. Round and Round

Round and round the playground,
Marching in a line,
I’ll hold your hand.
You hold mine.

Round and round the playground
Skipping in a ring
Everybody loves it
When we all sing.

Round and round the playground
That’s what we like:
Climbing on the climbing frame,
Riding on the bike.

Round and round the playground,
All together, friends.
We’re sad, sad, sad
When the school day ends.

— John Kitching

11. Dinner Lady

Today at school
I cut my knee.
The dinner lady
looked after me.

She washed away
the blood and dirt,
then put a plaster
where it hurt.

— David Harmer

12. Where Do All The Teachers Go?

Where do all the teachers go
When it’s four o’clock?
Do they live in houses?
And do they wash their socks?

Do they wear pajamas?
And do they watch TV?
And do they pick their noses?
The same as you and me?

Do they live with other people?
Have they mum and dads?
And were they ever children?
And were they ever bad?

Did they ever, never spell right?
Did they ever make mistakes?
Were they punished in the corner?
If they stole the chocolate flakes?

Did they ever lose their hymn books?
Did they ever leave their greens?
Did they scribble on the desktops?
Did they wear old dirty jeans?

I’ll follow one back home today.
I’ll find out what they do.
Then I’ll put it in a poem.
That they can read to you.

— Peter Dixon

13. Where Teachers Keep Their Pets

Mrs. Cox has a fox
nesting in her curly locks.

Mr. Spratt’s tabby cat
sleeps beneath his bobble hat.

Miss Cahoots has various newts
swimming in her zip-up boots.

Mr. Spray has Fred his fly
eating food stains from his tie.

Mrs. Groat shows off her stoat
round the collar of her coat.

Mr. Spare’s got grizzly bears
hiding in his spacious flares.

And . . .

Mrs. Vickers has a stick insect called ‘Stickers.’
. . . but no one’s ever seen where she keeps it.

— Paul Cookson

14. At the End of a School Day

It is the end of a school day
and down the long drive
come bag-swinging, shouting children.
Deafened, the sky winces.
The sun gapes in surprise.

Suddenly the runner’s skid to a stop,
standstill and stare
at a small hedgehog
curled-up on the tarmac
like an old, frayed cricket ball.

A girl dumps her bag, tiptoes forward
and gingerly, so gingerly
carries the creature
to the safety of a shady hedge.
Then steps back, watching.

Girl, children, sky, and sun
hold their breath.
There is a silence,
a moment to remember
on this warm afternoon in June.

— Was Magee

15. Teacher

Loud shouter
Deep thinker
Rain hater
Coffee drinker

Spell checker
Sum ticker
Line giver
Nitpicker

Ready listener
Trouble carer
Hometime lover
Knowledge sharer

— Paul Cookson

16. The Teacher’s Day in Bed

Our teacher’s having a day in bed –

She’s sent her pets to school instead!

There’s…

A parrot to read the register,
A crocodile to sharpen the pencils,
A canary to teach singing,
An adder to teach maths,
An octopus to make the ink,
An elephant to hoover the floor,
An electric eel to make the computer work,
A giraffe to look for trouble at the back,
A tiger to keep order at the front,
A reed bunting (can’t you guess?
to help with reading, of course!),
A secretary bird to run the office
A piranha fish to give swimming lessons
(Glad I’m off swimming today!),
A zebra to help with crossing the road,
Oh, and a dragon to cook the sausages.

I bet that none of you ever knew.
Just how many things a teacher can do!

— David Orme

17. What Teachers Wear in Bed!

It’s anybody’s guess
what teachers wear in bed at night
so we held a competition
to see if any of us were right.

We did a spot of research,
although some of them wouldn’t say,
but it’s probably something funny
as they look pretty strange by day.

Our Headteacher’s quite old-fashioned,
he wears a Victorian nightshirt,
our sports teacher wears her tracksuit
and sometimes her netball skirt.

That new teacher in the infants
wears bedsocks with see-through pajamas,
our Deputy Head wears a T-shirt
he brought back from the Bahamas.

We asked our secretary what she wore
but she shooed us out of her room
and our teacher said her favorite nightie
and a splash of expensive perfume.

And Mademoiselle, who teaches French,
is really very rude
she whispered, ‘Alors! Don’t tell a soul,
but I sleep in the . . . back bedroom!’

— Brian Moses

18. Chemistry Class

Chemistry class, chemistry class,
The class in which I do surpass!
The class I really most enjoy,
My teacher, though, I do annoy!

Mixing that, twirling this,
Adding ‘till I hear a hiss!
Prompting looks up from her desk,
Towards my beaker, statuesque!

Heating up, cooling down,
My teacher watches, face a frown!
Lovely liquid, yellow bubbles,
Teacher’s ready for the troubles!

Exploding here, exploding there,
Yellow globs in teacher’s hair!
It’s dripping onto teacher’s shawl,
And creeping down the classroom wall!

Fizzle here, fizzle through,
Oh no, I think I’m in a stew!
It’s eaten through the wooden floor,
And dropped below on Mr. Moore!

Chemistry mess, much distress,
My brew today did not impress!
Chemistry is my favorite class,
But that’s my last, I think, alas!

— Gareth Lancaster

19. Do Your Homework Now

I’ve told you once; mom’s told you twice.
Forgetting homework just isn’t nice.
Homework is like getting dressed;
got to do it to be your best.
You say it isn’t fair,
but people do it everywhere.
Do it now, get it done.
I know, I know it isn’t fun.
Homework is like cleaning your room,
except you don’t have to use a broom.
Do it now; we’ll give you a treat,
something tasty good to eat.
We’re like parrots repeating stuff,
like our brains have turned to fluff.
JUST DO YOUR HOMEWORK NOW!

— Tyler

20. Books

My best friend is a book
that doesn’t give me a weird look.
It is like a golden door
that takes me to the land where I have never been before.
It tells me the tales of a fairy
that take me to the land full of merry.
Some books are boring like history,
which is like a big mystery.
Books are the source of enlightenment
that vanquish darkness and fill our life with brightness.

— Sanya Tandon

21. School Lunches

Our school lunches are so, so bad.
Eating this just makes me sad.
None of this weird food is delicious,
And all the lunch ladies are malicious!
The chocolate cookie is the best,
But it is really hard to digest.
This idea is a great big flop.
And will never ever be on top.
Scary teachers scream, “EAT UP!”
But how do I drink from the dirty cup?
I don’t have a packed lunch, so I’m not so lucky.
All this food is super mucky!
I cannot cope with even half,
In math class, I might barf on my graph.
I always think, “What’s that on my plate?”
This is the stuff I really hate,
But I do quite like fish and chips,
Even if the ketchup burns my lips!

— Rita

We should encourage our children to enjoy their school life and motivate them to love the learning process and excel in their respective fields. Inspire your child to write poems about their schooling, so that they can keep them as memories.



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