16 Poems About School, Short Poems

16 Poems About School

Be inspired by these poems about school. Our school days can be the best day of our lives. But like life, school can have its ups and downs. Here you will find poetry about the first day of school, feelings of school ending and vacation time, poems about the end of school and also you will find a collection of poems written by famous poets about school.

Depending on our age we either love or hate school. And sometimes as we age school getters harder or easier. It goes without saying children need their education to give them a good foundation for life. The experiences we have in school will follow us throughout our lives. And many times as we get older we look back and realize that our school days were the best days of our lives. May these poems be ones that you share with children to inspire them to learn all they can and do their best!


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  1. First Day
    Poet: Catherine Pulsifer, ©2021


    The first day of school is the reason why
    Children are happy but then some cry
    The first day of school can be a fear
    For our little ones that are so dear.

    Often they go holding Mom's hand
    But they would rather be playing in the sand
    With eyes so wide they look around
    But their focus is on the playground.

    The teacher approaches with a smile
    She welcomes the little ones with style
    There are a lot of kids in the room
    Dressed in new clothes and oh, so groomed.

    "I'll be back in a little while,"
    Says the Mom with a smile.
    "Go and play with your new friends"
    Off to school, the Mom does send.



  2. Do Your Best
    Poet: Phoebe Cary


    Do your best, your very best,
    And do it every day.
    Little boys and little girls,
    That is the wisest way.



  3. Just For One Day
    Poet: Catherine Pulsifer, ©2021


    The teacher says, "open your books."
    With that comment, I gave her a look.
    Oh why do I have to be here
    I think with a sneer.

    Teachers, books, and tests I don't like
    I'd rather be in the woods on a hike.
    All this learning hurts my brain
    School just seems like a pain.

    There must be more to life I think
    Pens, and paper, and just more ink
    If I could only have my way
    School would be just for one day!



  4. A Good Foundation
    Poet: Catherine Pulsifer, ©2021


    Oh I recall my school filled days
    I now realize how much it pays
    To learn and get an education
    It truly gives you a good foundation.

    Life will teach you many things
    Ups and downs and many swings
    But the learning that I got at school
    Has made me not anyone's fool.

    So learn all you can while you're in school
    Don't worry about being so cool.
    Always do your very best
    And life will take care of the rest.



  5. School Bell
    Poet: Eleanor Farjeon


    Nine-o’clock Bell!
    All the small children and big ones as well,
    Pulling their stockings up, snatching their hats,
    Cheeking and grumbling and giving back-chats,
    Laughing and quarreling, dropping their things,
    These at a snail’s pace and those upon wings,
    Lagging behind a bit, running ahead,
    Waiting at corners for lights to turn red,
    Some of them scurrying,
    Others not worrying,
    Carelessly trudging or anxiously hurrying,
    All through the streets they are coming pell-mell
    At the Nine-o'clock Bell!



  6. Summer Comes
    Poet: Catherine Pulsifer, ©2021


    I always look forward to when summer comes
    And the school year is finally done.
    No more teachers, no more books,
    I'll just sit by the winding brook.

    I'll dream of things that life will bring
    The days are great, it makes me sing
    I can do whatever I want with the day
    I love summer in every way!

    But by summer's end
    I do miss my friends
    So off to school I will go
    My friends greet me with a big hello.

    Another school year has begun
    I will learn and ask questions.
    I'll study again and do my best
    I will ace every test.

    As the year passes by
    To my work, I will apply
    I will dream of summer days
    No more study, just full of play.



  7. School Rule
    Poet: Arthur A. Knipe


    “Do not whisper" is a rule
    You will find in every school,
    And the reason here is given
    In a rhyme.

    For children all will chatter
    About any little matter
    And there’d be a dreadful clatter
    All the time.



  8. Success Is Yours
    Poet: Catherine Pulsifer, ©2021


    To be successful in school
    Don't clown around and act like a fool
    Have a learning attitude
    Be full of gratitude.

    Ask the questions, learn all you can
    Determine what you want and have a plan
    These are the best days of your life
    Don't fill them with foolishness and strife.

    Your teachers only want the best
    That is why they give you the test.
    They want success for you
    In your life and all you do.

    The choice is yours to make
    You can learn or be a fake
    When you look back you will see
    That it prepared you for your degree!

    Try to be cheerful and kind, bringing pleasure into
    the lives of those at home and at school.



  9. A Child's Thoughts
    Poet: Robert Louis Stevenson


    I woke before the morning, I was happy all the day,
    I never said an ugly word, but smiled and stuck to play,
    And now at last the sun is going down behind the wood,
    And I am very happy, for I know that I’ve been good.



  10. The Years Of School
    Poet: Catherine Pulsifer, ©2021


    Grade one, grade two, grade three
    Were fun, happy, and free
    I made friends and had lots of play
    I loved going to school every day.

    But then came four, five, and six
    The work seemed hard as bricks.
    We now were subject to many tests
    Maybe school is not what they suggest.

    Next, you know came seven, eight, and nine
    I felt I was starting to shine
    I could do a lot of things on my own
    Sometimes school just made me groan.

    And the last, ten, eleven, and twelve
    School I was ready to shelve.
    But when graduation day came
    I proudly showed my diploma in the frame.

    The next chapter of life for me
    Will see me in university for my degree
    May the foundation that my teachers gave
    Serve me well in every way.



  11. Quit?
    Poet: Catherine Pulsifer, ©2021


    School enough, I am going to quit
    I have had enough I am going to split
    Why do I have to go,
    What do I have to show?

    I talked about this to friends of mine
    They did not think quitting would be fine
    They said, "What will you do
    No education, no job for you."

    I thought about the words they said
    And even though school I dread
    I need this education to survive
    I will change my attitude and thrive.



  12. Poems About School by Famous Poets

  13. Afternoon in School - The Last Lesson
    Poet: D. H. Lawrence


    When will the bell ring, and end this weariness?
    How long have they tugged the leash, and strained apart
    My pack of unruly hounds: I cannot start
    Them again on a quarry of knowledge they hate to hunt,
    I can haul them and urge them no more.
    No more can I endure to bear the brunt
    Of the books that lie out on the desks: a full three score
    Of several insults of blotted pages and scrawl
    Of slovenly work that they have offered me.
    I am sick, and tired more than any thrall
    Upon the woodstacks working weariedly.

    And shall I take
    The last dear fuel and heap it on my soul
    Till I rouse my will like a fire to consume
    Their dross of indifference, and burn the scroll
    Of their insults in punishment? - I will not!
    I will not waste myself to embers for them,
    Not all for them shall the fires of my life be hot,
    For myself a heap of ashes of weariness, till sleep
    Shall have raked the embers clear: I will keep
    Some of my strength for myself, for if I should sell
    It all for them, I should hate them -
    I will sit and wait for the bell.



  14. The Schoolboy
    Poet: William Blake


    I love to rise in a summer morn,
    When the birds sing on every tree;
    The distant huntsman winds his horn,
    And the skylark sings with me:
    O what sweet company!

    But to go to school in a summer morn, -
    O it drives all joy away!
    Under a cruel eye outworn,
    The little ones spend the day
    In sighing and dismay.

    Ah then at times I drooping sit,
    And spend many an anxious hour;
    Nor in my book can I take delight,
    Nor sit in learning's bower,
    Worn through with the dreary shower.

    How can the bird that is born for joy
    Sit in a cage and sing?
    How can a child, when fears annoy,
    But droop his tender wing,
    And forget his youthful spring!

    O father and mother if buds are nipped,
    And blossoms blown away;
    And if the tender plants are stripped
    Of their joy in the springing day,
    By sorrow and care's dismay, -

    How shall the summer arise in joy,
    Or the summer fruits appear?
    Or how shall we gather what griefs destroy,
    Or bless the mellowing year,
    When the blasts of winter appear?



  15. In School-Days
    Poet: John Greenleaf Whittier


    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.



  16. On Old Man's Thought Of School
    Poet: Walt Whitman



    An old man, gathering youthful memories and blooms, that youth itself cannot.

    Now only do I know you!
    O fair auroral skies! O morning dew upon the grass!

    And these I see - these sparkling eyes,
    These stores of mystic meaning--these young lives,
    Building, equipping, like a fleet of ships - immortal ships!
    Soon to sail out over the measureless seas,
    On the Soul's voyage.

    Only a lot of boys and girls?
    Only the tiresome spelling, writing, ciphering classes?
    Only a Public School?

    Ah more--infinitely more;
    (As George Fox rais'd his warning cry, "Is it this pile of brick and
    mortar--these dead floors, windows, rails--you call the church?
    Why this is not the church at all--the Church is living, ever living
    Souls.")

    And you, America,
    Cast you the real reckoning for your present?
    The lights and shadows of your future--good or evil?
    To girlhood, boyhood look--the Teacher and the School.



  17. Vacation Time
    Poet: Edgar A. Guest


    Vacation time! How glad it seemed
    When as a boy I sat and dreamed
    Above my school books, of the fun
    That I should claim when toil was done;

    And, Oh, how oft my youthful eye
    Went wandering with the patch of sky
    That drifted by the window panes
    O'er pleasant fields and dusty lanes,

    Where I would race and romp and shout
    The very moment school was out.
    My artful little fingers then
    Feigned labor with the ink and pen,

    But heart and mind were far away,
    Engaged in some glad bit of play.
    The last two weeks dragged slowly by;
    Time hadn't then learned how to fly.

    It seemed the clock upon the wall
    From hour to hour could only crawl,
    And when the teacher called my name,
    Unto my cheeks the crimson came,

    For I could give no answer clear
    To questions that I didn't hear.
    "Wool gathering, were you?" oft she said
    And smiled to see me blushing red.

    Her voice had roused me from a dream
    Where I was fishing in a stream,
    And, if I now recall it right,
    Just at the time I had a bite.

    And now my youngsters dream of play
    In just the very selfsame way;
    And they complain that time is slow
    And that the term will never go.

    Their little minds with plans are filled
    For joyous hours they soon will build,
    And it is vain for me to say,
    That have grown old and wise and gray,

    That time is swift, and joy is brief;
    They'll put no faith in such belief.
    To youthful hearts that long for play
    Time is a laggard on the way.

    'Twas, Oh, so slow to me back then
    Ere I had learned the ways of men!

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