53 Poems For Children About School – School Poems For Kids


School is a good environment where children can broaden their knowledge and sharpen many skills, also where children start to know how to interact and build face-to-face relationships.

On the other hand, a school is still a place where complicated issues such as stigma and bullying exist. School poems are poems that will assist students in solving issues, as well as allowing them to learn new things and gain a better understanding of what they might face.

We have collected the best school poetry for kids: 53 famous and most popular school poems for kids. Below you’ll find 53 school poetry that every child should read. Hope you have beautiful moments on Poemfull.Com. All is the best!

“You have brains in your head. You have feet in your shoes. You can steer yourself any direction you choose.”

Dr. Seuss

School Poems For Kids
School Poems For Kids – 53 Poems For Children About School

“You don’t learn to walk by following rules. You learn by doing, and by falling over.”

Richard Branson

1, This Morning Is Our History Test © Kenn Nesbitt

This morning is our history test.
I’ve pinned my notes inside my vest.
Inside my coat I wrote my notes,
including dates and famous quotes.
I’ve written more upon my hand
that only I can understand,
and in my socks and sleeves I stowed
my scribbled notes in secret code.

I’ve written down so many names
of winners of Olympic games,
of buildings, people, places too,
from Tennessee to Timbuktu.
I even copied down a piece
on ancient Rome and ancient Greece,
plus everything from Shakespeare’s plays
to who invented mayonnaise.

I came to school so well prepared.
I wasn’t nervous, wasn’t scared.
But here it is, the history test.
I look inside my coat and vest
to get the dates and famous quotes
and find I cannot read my notes.
So much for Shakespeare, Greece and Rome.
I left my glasses back at home.

2, Homework Limerick © Alyssa Tyler Ashely Lily Skylar Emily

Why do we have homework after school?
This is so uncool.
I so want to cry
I want to deny
All of this homework after school.

3, All My Great Excuses © Kenn Nesbitt

I started on my homework
but my pen ran out of ink.
My hamster ate my homework.
My computer’s on the blink.

I accidentally dropped it
in the soup my mom was cooking.
My brother flushed it down the toilet
when I wasn’t looking.

My mother ran my homework
through the washer and the dryer.
An airplane crashed into our house.
My homework caught on fire.

Tornadoes blew my notes away.
Volcanoes struck our town.
My notes were taken hostage
by an evil killer clown.

Some aliens abducted me.
I had a shark attack.
A pirate swiped my homework
and refused to give it back.

I worked on these excuses
so darned long my teacher said,
“I think you’ll find it’s easier
to do the work instead.”

4, Books © Sanya Tandon

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.

5, Morning Sports © Kenn Nesbitt

While Colin and Casey are practicing catch,
Victoria’s calling a volleyball match.
Brianna and Braden are batting a ball
with racquets and whacking it off of the wall.

While Thomas is doing his Tae-Kwon-Do kicks,
a hockey game’s going with ice skates and sticks.
Roberto and Robin are having a race
and Desmond is dancing all over the place.

Belinda is bouncing a ball on her head.
Fernando and Felix are fencing with Fred.
Jamahl’s playing jump rope with Jasmine and Jack,
and Ricky is running with Bree on his back.

We’re having such fun as we jump, kick, and duel,
we’ve just now discovered we’re all late for school.
We’ve suddenly noticed we’re still not there yet,
and, boy, is the bus driver ever upset.

6, School © Unknown

School is something,
we must all embrace.
Knowledge we need,
to seek out and chase.

Subjects and teaching styles,
are plentiful and vary.
Just like the backpacks,
we all need to carry.

Sports, clubs, and activities,
at every single turn.
So much to do,
study and learn.

To get the most from school,
we should consistently attend.
Around each corner,
there’s always a friend.

Our favorite teachers,
are friendly and kind.
Their passion and job,
to expand every mind.

School is something,
we must all embrace.
Just remember to learn,
at your own pace.

7, Foolish Fiona © Kenn Nesbitt

This morning when foolish Fiona awoke
she looked at her mother, and said with a croak,
“I can’t go to school, so please write me a note
to tell them I’m home with a frog in my throat.”

Her mom wrote a note for the teacher that said
“My daughter is sick and she’s staying in bed.
She won’t be at school for the rest of the week.
She swallowed a polliwog down at the creek.”

“Education is not the filling of a pail, but the lighting of a fire.”

William Butler Yeats

8, My First Day Of School © Jivantikka De

Weird feelings all around me,
Kids staring right through me.
Who is she?
What is she doing here?
Is she new?
Is it them or is it me?
My stomach is grumbling,
I am so nervous.
Mom, where are you?
Where are my old friends?

I feel like I am nowhere….
A part of me wants to run back.
Why did we move, Dad?
I feel ever so bad.
I hope this is all a dream and I go back.

9, April Fool’s Day © Kenn Nesbitt

Mackenzie put a whoopie cushion
on the teacher’s chair.
Makayla told the teacher
that a bug was in her hair.

Alyssa brought an apple
with a purple gummy worm
and gave it to the teacher
just to see if she would squirm.

Elijah left a piece of plastic
dog doo on the floor,
and Vincent put some plastic vomit
in the teacher’s drawer.

Amanda put a goldfish
in the teacher’s drinking glass.
These April Fool’s Day pranks
are ones that you could use in class.

Before you go and try them, though,
there’s something I should mention:
The teacher wasn’t fooling
when she put us in detention.

10, Do Your Homework Now © Tyler

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.

11, What to Do With a Dinosaur © Kenn Nesbitt

This morning a dinosaur tromped into school,
ferocious, atrocious, and dripping with drool.
He had to be practically twenty feet tall,
and banged around looking something to maul.

He stomped and he snorted, he bellowed and roared.
His head hit the ceiling and busted a board.
That beast was undoubtedly ready for lunch.
He snatched up a chair in his teeth with a crunch,

Then stopped for a moment and thoughtfully chewed;
it seems he had smelled cafeteria food.
He spit out the splinters and plowed down the hall,
his tail swinging wildly and smashing the wall.

He burst through the doors of the lunchroom to see
the lunch ladies clutching their hair nets to flee.
He found the lasagna and gobbled it up,
then lapped up the lemonade, cup after cup.

He ransacked the salad bar, plundered dessert,
then stiffened and yelped as if suddenly hurt.
He let out a howl as he clutched at his side,
then gave out a gasp and fell over and died.

So next time a dinosaur comes to your school,
I think you’d do well to remember this rule:
Get out of the way of his bad attitude
and make sure he eats cafeteria food.

12, Preschool is Fun © Unknown

Preschool is very exciting,
and so much fun.
Play with your friends,
smile and run.

Preschool is a place,
where you learn so many things.
Your teacher will tell you,
why birds have wings.

Enjoy cool activities,
using arts and crafts.
Listen to stories,
and share some laughs.

At preschool you get to play,
all these very nice games.
It’s really fun learning,
everyone’s names.

Just look around,
and you will see so many toys,
Some friends are girls,
and some are boys.

Preschool is great,
have fun when you learn.
Remember to share,
and wait for your turn.

13, Today I Decided to Make Up a Word © Kenn Nesbitt

Today I decided to make up a word,
like flonk, or scrandana, or hankly, or smurred.
My word will be useful and sound really cool;
a word like chindango, or fraskle, or spewl.

My friends and my teachers will all be impressed
to learn that I’ve made up a word like extrest,
or crondic, or crambly, or squantion, or squank.
Whenever they use it, it’s me that they’ll thank.

They’ll call me a genius and give me a prize,
repeating my word, be it shimble, or glize,
or frustice, or frongry, or frastamazoo,
or pandaverandamalandamaloo.

You’ll see it on TV shows one of these days.
They’ll use it in movies. They’ll put it in plays.
They’ll shout it from rooftops! The headlines will read,
“This Kid Has Invented the Word that We Need!”

I’ll make up my word, and I’ll share it with you,
and you can tell people from here to Peru;
the old ones, the young ones, and those in between…
as soon as I figure out what it should mean.

14 School Lunches © Rita

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!

15, Halloween is Nearly Here © Kenn Nesbitt

Halloween is nearly here.
I’ve got my costume planned.
It’s sure to be the most horrific
outfit in the land.

If you should see me coming
you may scream and hide your head.
My get-up will, I guarantee,
fill every heart with dread.

My costume may cause nightmares.
Yes, my mask may stop your heart.
You might just shriek and wet yourself,
then squeamishly depart.

And yet, I won’t be dressing as
you might expect me to.
I will not be a vampire
or ghost that hollers “boo!”

I won’t look like a werewolf
or a goblin or a ghoul,
or even like a slimy blob
of deadly, dripping drool.

I will not be a zombie
or some other horrid creature.
No, this year I’ll be much, much worse…
I’m dressing as a teacher.

16, Sick © Shel Silverstein

“I cannot go to school today,”
Said little Peggy Ann McKay.
“I have the measles and the mumps,
A gash, a rash and purple bumps.
My mouth is wet, my throat is dry,
I’m going blind in my right eye.
My tonsils are as big as rocks,
I’ve counted sixteen chicken pox
And there’s one more—that’s seventeen,
And don’t you think my face looks green?
My leg is cut—my eyes are blue—
It might be instamatic flu.
I cough and sneeze and gasp and choke,
I’m sure that my left leg is broke—
My hip hurts when I move my chin,
My belly button’s caving in,
My back is wrenched, my ankle’s sprained,
My ‘pendix pains each time it rains.
My nose is cold, my toes are numb.
I have a sliver in my thumb.
My neck is stiff, my voice is weak,
I hardly whisper when I speak.
My tongue is filling up my mouth,
I think my hair is falling out.
My elbow’s bent, my spine ain’t straight,
My temperature is one-o-eight.
My brain is shrunk, I cannot hear,
There is a hole inside my ear.
I have a hangnail, and my heart is—what?
What’s that? What’s that you say?
You say today is. . .Saturday?
G’bye, I’m going out to play!”

17, Benjamin Plays Bass Guitar © Kenn Nesbitt

Benjamin plays bass guitar
completely out of tune.
Sarah sings while sucking from
a helium balloon.

Payton plays piano with her
elbows and her chin.
Brayden bangs on buckets
with a plastic bowling pin.

Nathan’s nose has two kazoos;
one sharp, the other flat.
Bailey sits on bagpipes
sounding like a screaming cat.

We play this way on purpose
with a sound no one can stand.
It’s fun to be the country’s most
annoying student band.

18, I’m Sick © Abbie

Based on Shel Silverstein’s famous poem, “Sick.”

“I cannot go to school today,”
Said little Peggy Ann Makey.
“My glasses broke.
I think I’m going to choke.
My cat puked in my shoe,
Not to mention all the poo.
I have a hangnail on my thumb.
I hear my ear going numb.
I was up all night with a migraine;
I think there’s a bug in my brain.
I keep getting a heat flash.
On my butt there’s a rash.
My skin is cracked and dry.
I think there’s something in my right eye.
I’ve got a massive leg cramp.
My ears hurt from my brother’s amp.
All my hair is falling out.
All I want to do is pout.
All my clothes are too tight.
My head is filled with fright
I think I’m going to die!
Why me, oh why?
What’s that? What’s that you say?
You say today is Saturday?
G’Bye I’m going out to play!”

19, Our Teacher Sings the Beatles © Kenn Nesbitt

Our teacher sings The Beatles.
She must know every song.
We ask her please to stop
but she just sings, “It Won’t Be Long.”

And then she croons like Elvis.
She clearly thinks it’s cool.
And if we beg her not to
she just belts out, “Don’t be Cruel.”

She then does Michael Jackson.
It drives us nearly mad.
We have to cover up our ears
because she’s singing, “Bad.”

She winds up with The Wiggles
or else a Barney song,
and, even worse, she tells us all
that we should sing along.

It’s all my fault she does this.
I feel like such a fool.
I wish I’d never brought
my karaoke box to school.

20, B.U.L.L.Y. © Munira

B is for the batter
You give us every day.
I’m sure my tears won’t patter
Your gravestone one day.
I wish you could just go and let me be
The person I want to be,
And that is me.

U is for ugly.
Oh yes, these bruises are
The sign of you being a bully.
You wanna leave me with scars!
You cause me so much pain,
And what are you to gain?

L is for love lost.
You think bullying is the rule.
I am beaten, broken, and lost
Because you were so cruel.
When will you realize you were never cool?
In fact you are the biggest fool!

L is for my lacking life.
You laugh and call me a retard.
It’s like you’re using a knife
To carve out all my innards.
The stones you throw and the words you say,
That pain will never go away in one day.

Y is for you,
The biggest bully ever.
I wish people could stop you- stop you forever.
For if your evil plan is allowed to go on,
Everyone in the world shall be done wrong,
And they shall all suffer from the pain you have begun.

You ain’t got no alibi.
You a bully, yeah, yeah.
You a bully!

Pain in my body is even worse,
But I smile at your little curse.
I’m the better person; yes, it’s true.
Hey, bully, this is just for you.
Even if I am alone, I shall be stronger than you.

“Children learn as they play. Most importantly, in play children learn how to learn.”

O. Fred Donaldson

21, I Raised My Hand in Class © Kenn Nesbitt

I raised my hand in class this morning,
sitting in the back.
The teacher didn’t see, I think.
Instead she called on Jack.

I stretched my hand up higher,
but she called on Zach and Zoe.
I started bouncing up and down,
but, still, she called on Chloe.

I waved my arms but, even so,
she didn’t call on me.
She called on Bryan, Brooklyn, Billy,
Bailey, Ben, and Bree.

She called on Taylor, Tristan, Thomas,
Trinity, and Ty.
Then, finally, she called my name.
I breathed a heavy sigh.

She asked me for the answer.
I just frowned and clenched my knees,
and said, “I’ve no idea,
but could I use the bathroom, please?”

22, Kindergarten © Unknown

If you made it to kindergarten,
you must be real smart.
You’re a funny kid,
that understands art.

Now you’re ready,
to learn a lot more.
About giraffes, elephants,
and lions that roar.

Asking questions,
is important and great.
If you wish to grow,
you should finish your plate.

Please remember to listen,
quietly and well.
For that magical,
school bell.

You’ll learn about,
science and math.
And the importance of taking,
a regular bath.

Kindergarten is fun,
with friends and teachers.
Your imagination will create,
friendly creatures.

23, Dear Summer © Kenn Nesbitt

Dear Summer, you’re always my favorite.
I really do like you a lot.
You come every year,
and I’m glad when you’re here.
I don’t even mind that you’re hot.

Dear Summer, whenever you visit,
I love to go outside to play.
I get to wear shorts
and play summertime sports,
or sometimes do nothing all day.

I put on my goggles and swim suit,
and head for the beach or the park.
I go for a hike
or I ride on my bike,
and stay awake long after dark.

Dear Summer, I’m glad you could join us.
without you, it won’t be the same.
I promise I know
that you do have to go,
but, still, it seems sort of a shame.

I’m sure that I’m going to miss you.
The school year is finally here.
I had so much fun
playing out in the sun.
I guess that I’ll see you next year.

24, Mary’s Lamb © Sarah Josepha Hale

Mary had a little lamb,
Its fleece was white as snow,
And every where that Mary went
The lamb was sure to go;
He followed her to school one day—
That was against the rule,
It made the children laugh and play,
To see a lamb at school.

And so the Teacher turned him out,
But still he lingered near,
And waited patiently about,
Till Mary did appear;
And then he ran to her, and laid
His head upon her arm,
As if he said—”I’m not afraid—
You’ll keep me from all harm.”

“What makes the lamb love Mary so?”
The eager children cry—
“O, Mary loves the lamb, you know,”
The Teacher did reply;—
“And you each gentle animal
In confidence may bind,
And make them follow at your call,
If you are always kind.”

25, My Puppy Ate My Earbuds © Kenn Nesbitt

My puppy ate my earbuds.
My puppy ate my socks.
My puppy chewed my tennis shoes
and all my Lego blocks.

He gnawed upon my iPod
as if it were a bone.
He nibbled my Nintendo Switch
and munched my mobile phone.

He grazed upon my skateboard,
consumed my catcher’s mitts,
and chomped my chess and checkers sets
to tiny little bits.

He polished off my pillow,
my blanket, and my sheet.
My homework seems to be the
only thing he will not eat.

26, Hard Work © Brianna D. Anderson

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 black out and cannot see.
My face has gone completely numb.
I’m the hard worker, not them.
I’m the hard worker, not him.

27, Our Teacher’s Not a Zombie © Kenn Nesbitt

Our teacher’s not a zombie.
She’s not the living dead,
although she’s looking ragged
and her eyes are rather red.

She shuffles to the classroom.
She slowly drags her feet.
She shambles to the whiteboard
looking broken-down and beat.

We listen to her plaintive moans.
We see the way she strains.
We hear her mumble mournfully
about the students’ brains.

But we know not to worry.
We never get upset.
She’s always like this when she
hasn’t had her coffee yet.

“Education is an admirable thing, but it is well to remember from time to time that nothing that is worth knowing can be taught.”

Oscar Wilde

28, My School © Unknown

I really like my school,
and just want to say,
That’s where I spend,
most of my day.

Countless activities,
I get to do.
For arts and crafts,
I always use glue.

During math class,
I learn to add and subtract.
ten times ten equals one hundred,
that’s an absolute fact.

One of my favorite classes,
is fun and called gym.
I can nearly touch,
that basketball rim.

I also enjoy learning,
difficult words to spell.
My ears are programmed,
for that school bell.

I really like my school,
and just want to say,
I’m always excited,
for the very next day.

29, Hello, My Name is Madison © Kenn Nesbitt

Hello, my name is Madison.
I live on Lincoln Street.
I’m in the state of Washington.
I think that’s pretty neat.

My middle name is Kennedy.
My last name is Monroe.
My name has got more Presidents
than anyone I know.

My father’s name is Harrison.
My brother’s name is Grant.
My mother’s name is Reagan,
and Taylor is my aunt.

I go to Eisenhower School.
My family drives a Ford.
That’s way too many Presidents
to ever be ignored.

It can’t just be coincidence.
It’s not some chance event.
When I grow up, it’s obvious…
I’ll be the President!

30, What Is A Book? © Liya Khan Ullah

A book is pages, pictures and words
Some have flying witches and birds
A book is like your friend,
But according to me a book never comes to an END!!!

My mom says I read a lot
And that is very good
We have to write about the book we’ve read
Especially while the story is still in our head

I said that I got full marks
Mum said, “Hey, you’re one bright spark!”
I came out first
I was so happy I thought I would burst

My classmates said WOW !
You came out first in the grade
My teacher was so proud of me
She announced me in assembly!!!

You can never go wrong with a book
Because a book is like your friend
And a book as you know never comes to an END!!

31, My Mother Does My Homework © Kenn Nesbitt

My mother does my homework.
She thinks it’s loads of fun.
She says that she’s just “helping” me
but, soon enough, it’s done.

We sit down at the dinner table
every single night.
She answers all the questions
and she always gets them right.

And now and then, she’ll tell me
I should go and take my bath.
When I get back, I find she’s done
my science and my math.

You’d think that I’d be overjoyed
to never have to work.
But every time she “helps me out”
I nearly go berserk.

I ask if I can do it, but
she shrugs off my requests.
So all my grades are crummy
since she doesn’t take my tests.

32, Summer And School © Sarina

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.

33, I Tried to Do My Homework © Kenn Nesbitt

I tried to do my homework
but a show was on TV.
A song was on the radio.
A friend was texting me.

My email chimed, and so, of course,
I had to look at that.
It linked me to a video
of someone’s silly cat.

I watched a dozen videos,
and then I played a game.
I almost didn’t hear her
when my mother called my name.

I looked up at the clock
and it was time to go to bed.
I didn’t get my homework done;
just other stuff instead.

I hope my teacher listens
to the cause of my inaction.
It’s really not my fault the world
is just one big distraction.

34, Understand © Unknown

School is often,
a serious affair.
Your teacher expects you,
to sit straight in your chair.

During classes you don’t fancy,
you may be sporting a frown.
Just be careful,
your grades may go down.

Education certainly begins,
with a positive attitude.
For this opportunity,
let’s show some gratitude.

The trick is to enjoy,
subjects you find curious.
The ones you don’t like,
are not injurious.

Remember to physically,
and mentally train.
It all begins,
with your beautiful brain.

Your classmates may need,
a helping hand.
You’re a good student,
you understand.

35, Our Teacher Likes Minecraft © Kenn Nesbitt

Our teacher likes Minecraft.
She plays it all day.
She tells us to study
so she can go play.

She’ll dig in her mine,
going deeper and deeper,
then fight off a skeleton,
zombie, or creeper.

She’ll engineer buildings
from dirt, wood, and stone,
then go out exploring
the landscape alone.

She’ll build and collect and
she’ll run, jump, and swing.
There’s only one problem…
we don’t learn a thing.

36, The Hand © Mary Ruefle

The teacher asks a question.
You know the answer, you suspect
you are the only one in the classroom
who knows the answer, because the person
in question is yourself, and on that
you are the greatest living authority,
but you don’t raise your hand.
You raise the top of your desk
and take out an apple.
You look out the window.
You don’t raise your hand and there is
some essential beauty in your fingers,
which aren’t even drumming, but lie
flat and peaceful.
The teacher repeats the question.
Outside the window, on an overhanging branch,
a robin is ruffling its feathers
and spring is in the air.

37, Our Teacher’s a Hippie © Kenn Nesbitt

Our teacher’s a hippie,
like from some old movie.
He likes to say “trippy,”
and “far out,” and “groovy!”

He dresses in tie-dye
and bell-bottom pants.
He listens to hi-fi.
“The Twist” is his dance.

He says, “psychedelic!”
He’s truly old-school.
He may be a relic,
but, boy, is he cool!

38, C.I.S. I Love You A Lot © Thaveesha Jinadasa

On a small hill where it stands still,
The morning mist covers this.
The cool breeze makes us freeze.
CIS you look so majestic.

A pleasant, friendly person,
Always kind and soft spoken.
Neatly dressed and a mother to all.
If you be bad she’s sure to be mad.

Friendly, smart teachers
Greeting all who enter.
Teaching all good work,
Caring all day long.

Different nationalities and religions
Always made it a union.
Fun to be among all.
This is how you should feel about it all.

Friendly helpers for the children.
Security is always assured.
Appreciate what all they do.
They’re here because of you.

Balloons, ribbons, cakes and candles.
This is a very special year.
Celebrating the tenth year.
“Happy Birthday C.I.S.,” you are the best.

This is a day to be happy and gay.
Food, drink, games and tricks.
Parents, teachers, and the kids
All in one place smiling away.

“Thank you! Mom,” and “Thank you! Dad,”
For sending me to the best school of all.
I’ll never trade my school to another.
Because it’s good for me forever.

39, Running Late © Kenn Nesbitt

I overslept. I’m running late.
My mom is making such a fuss.
If I so much as hesitate
I probably will miss the bus.

I grab my socks and underwear
and quickly pull on all my clothes.
I haven’t time to comb my hair
or brush my teeth or blow my nose.

I wolf my breakfast, kiss my mom,
and barrel madly out the door.
I’m feeling anything but calm.
I’ve never been this late before.

I run like crazy down the street.
I check my watch. It’s almost eight.
I wish I’d had some more to eat,
but, man, I simply can’t be late.

I barely make it there in time.
To miss the bus would not be cool.
I wouldn’t mind except that I’m
the guy who drives the kids to school.

40, Fear Of Exam © Shwetank

Whenever it comes
It comes with a bang
ya, I am here to agree
I have fear of exams
If it wouldn’t have been for exam
There wouldn’t have been any term like cram
Till now exams have been cause of most of my sorrows
So I will do anything to stop it from ruining my tomorrow
Exams do nothing but create mess
Without it the world will become a better place
So I ask people to support my cause
And help me in rescuing the world from its vicious jaws
Remember if you want to lead a life without pain
Now is the time to eliminate exams
Now is the time to eliminate exams.

“Education is the key to unlocking the world, a passport to freedom.”

Oprah Winfrey

41, Homework, I Love You © Kenn Nesbitt

Homework, I love you. I think that you’re great.
It’s wonderful fun when you keep me up late.
I think you’re the best when I’m totally stressed,
preparing and cramming all night for a test.

Homework, I love you. What more can I say?
I love to do hundreds of problems each day.
You boggle my mind and you make me go blind,
but still I’m ecstatic that you were assigned.

Homework, I love you. I tell you, it’s true.
There’s nothing more fun or exciting to do.
You’re never a chore, for it’s you I adore.
I wish that our teacher would hand you out more.

Homework, I love you. You thrill me inside.
I’m filled with emotions. I’m fit to be tied.
I cannot complain when you frazzle my brain.
Of course, that’s because I’m completely insane.

42, Nothin Like A Fifth Grade Crush © Aaron M. Delao

There’s nothin like a fifth grade crush.
When you see that girl it’s such a rush.

She’s playin hop-scotch with her two best friends
Her hair flowin so wild in the crisp autumn wind.

She is like an angel in your eye
Wherever she walks the sun will shine.

Her beauty is that of the most pleasant flower
Just to have one minute with her shall seem like a hour.

So go talk to her you coward,
is what you say in your mind, but all you can do is just rub your eyes.

This girl you see has got you in a trance
Your head all caught up in this puppy love romance.

So who knows just go and give it a chance.
You never know what she might think of you so just walk up to her and play it cool.

But all you can feel is the sweat dripping from your hands,
your getting all nervous, your doomed!
You have no plan!

So as you gather your courage and your chest begins to swell,
Ring! Ring! Ring!
Thank you Jesus for they have rang the bell.

43, Sick Day © Kenn Nesbitt

I’m feeling sick and getting worse.
I think I’d better see the nurse.
I’m sure I should go home today.
It could be fatal if I stay.
I’m nauseated, nearly ill.
I have a fever and a chill.
I have a cold. I have the flu.
I’m turning green and pink and blue.
I have the sweats. I have the shakes,
a stuffy nose, and bellyaches.
My knees are weak. My vision’s blurred.
My throat is sore. My voice is slurred.
I’m strewn with head lice, ticks, and mites.
I’m covered in mosquito bites.
I have a cough, a creak, a croak,
a reddish rash from poison oak,
a feeble head, a weakened heart.
I may just faint or fall apart.
I sprained my ankle, stubbed my toes,
and soon I’ll start to decompose.
And one more thing I have today
that makes me have to go away.
It’s just as bad as all the rest:
I also have a science test.

44, Complex Condition © Unknown

High school is certainly,
a complex condition.
It starts off,
as a simple audition.

Right from the hello,
you’re instantly judged.
Followed by pressure,
and repeatedly nudged.

Plenty of homework,
to polish each skill.
Some of your friends,
just want you to chill.

Stick to your values,
you personally vowed.
With patience and time,
you’ll locate your crowd.

Try to remember,
it’s just a few years.
No point of spilling,
all of those tears.

High school is certainly,
a complex condition.
Keep it real,
and finish your mission.

45, End © Unknown

This school year,
has come to an end.
Say goodbye to each,
teacher and friend.

You’ve clearly done,
a lot of work.
Summer vacation,
is your reward or perk.

Just remember,
to continue to read.
That will help,
your brain cells feed.

During the summer,
you’ll get to relax.
Play outside,
and eat healthy snacks.

Remember to show,
your parents your grades.
Just be honest,
don’t hide behind shades.

Your school year,
has reached its end.
Enjoy your summer,
I recommend.

46, The High-School Lawn © Thomas Hardy

Gray prinked with rose,
White tipped with blue,
Shoes with gay hose,
Sleeves of chrome hue;
Fluffed frills of white,
Dark bordered light;
Such shimmerings through
Trees of emerald green are eyed
This afternoon, from the road outside.

They whirl around:
Many laughters run
With a cascade’s sound;
Then a mere one.

A bell: they flee:
Silence then: —
So it will be
Some day again
With them, — with me.

47, Me And Chemistry © Faaizah

There’s this subject called chemistry
how it works is a total mystery
it is an atom
says my madam
but all I see is my misery

“If you trust play, you will not have to control your child’s development as much. Play will raise the child in ways you can never imagine.”

Vince Gowmon

48, PE Class © Alex O. Sangthongnirundorn

Bounce, bounce,
We bounce the ball
Towards the hoop.
We move at the same time
Like a troop.

Bounce, bounce,
The ball jumps through the air
3-0, we win! But the other
Team says it’s unfair!

Phew!! The Frisbee flies
Across the grass.
I catch it and
Pass, pass, pass!

Phew! It falls on the ground.
Run fast but stay in bounds!

Rinnggg!! The bell rings away.
That’s PE for the day!

49, First Day © Unknown

This will be your very first,
day of school.
It will be fun.
It will be cool.

You’ll learn a lot,
and also play.
With new friends,
each school day.

Remember to smile,
and remember to laugh.
You’ll listen to stories,
about a yellow giraffe.

During recess you will,
get to play outside.
What’s that game,
where you have to hide?

I know you’ll enjoy,
your first day of school.
You’re a good kid,
that’s smart and cool.

50, Why We Need School © Unknown

Please explain,
Why we need school.
Sitting in those desks,
is painful and cruel.

Teachers are there to,
instruct and teach.
Give me an iPad,
and I’ll learn at the beach.

Why pay teachers,
let’s be frugal.
I’ll get my info,
straight from Google.

I just have one more,
challenging request.
Let’s get rid of,
exams and that test.

We’re curious kids,
knowledge we seek.
Our education system,
we should definitely tweak.

That’s my argument,
why we DON’T need school.
Let’s make it a law,
or simply a rule.

51, Back To School © Unknown

Another wonderful school year,
is about to start.
You’ll learn new things,
and become very smart.

You’ll learn about,
the stars and the moon.
I know you can’t wait,
it will happen real soon.

You’ll meet new friends,
and have so much fun.
School will feel,
like a huge home run.

Your teachers will help,
you learn so much.
About the French,
British, and Dutch.

You’ll also learn about,
Einstein’s theory of relativity.
Trying science experiments,
will be an educational activity.

I just have one more,
back to school suggestion.
Remember to raise your hand,
when you have a question.

52, Sleepyhead © Paul L. Kennedy

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

53, Before I Was a Gazan © Naomi Shihab Nye

I was a boy
and my homework was missing,
paper with numbers on it,
stacked and lined,
I was looking for my piece of paper,
proud of this plus that, then multiplied,
not remembering if I had left it
on the table after showing to my uncle
or the shelf after combing my hair
but it was still somewhere
and I was going to find it and turn it in,
make my teacher happy,
make her say my name to the whole class,
before everything got subtracted
in a minute
even my uncle
even my teacher
even the best math student and his baby sister
who couldn’t talk yet.
And now I would do anything
for a problem I could solve.

“Teaching is not about answering questions but about raising questions – opening doors for them in places that they could not imagine.”

Yawar Baig

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