School Children Poems | Examples
These School Children poems are examples of Children poems about School. These are the best examples of Children School poems written by international poets.
A KID WISHED FOR SCHOOLDAY
(A TANKA-DUO MESSAGE)
Fun snow day fell today:-
All of the schools had to close down
For home school snow day:-
Happy kids had so much fun:
Their monitors had meltdowns:-
What a good snow day!
Jesus had to walk the waters!:
Monitors, the snow:-
The kids were home, safe and sound:
Monitors’ eyes watching snow:-
Cap'n Crunch in a bowl.
Half asleep half contemplating a fun adventure.
Schoolbus ! Now off to school !
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AP: Honorable Mention 2025
When six-seven shows—
on pages or when counting—
school children erupt
'six-seven' its 'six-seven'
feigning, pumping, hands juggling.
It's an inside joke
meaningless but magical
teachers lose the room—
order slipping through their hands
dropping every dangling ball.
Nothing to decode,
no truth, no cause to decry—
just the spark of fun
a chant for troupe belonging
rebellion wrapped in giggles.
A FUN AUTUMN DAY
Bright sun is shining...
Lost tree leaves and dust, blowing...
Children, chasing fun...
A WINDY SUMMER DAY
Planes sailing the sky…
Waving trees shadow the sun…
Kid’s paper plane day…
So long ago
It was a far different world
It was safe to be a child
You could attend school
Go to your church
Or just play outside
You would feel perfectly safe
No one decided when it was time to die
Now you cannot do these things
Not without worrying if you would get home
It is a sad world when there are daily death counts
Telling how many died, where, and when
Almost like getting sports scores
One thing, it all has to stop
Kids should not have to think of death
And may they never have to see it
© Poem – XXVIII/VIII/MMXXV
LRET
Dedicated to the lost and wounded
of Annunciation Catholic Church
in Minneapolis on August 27th, 2025
and all of the children murdered so often
First grade class trip, a slow cruise down the Nile
So rudely derailed by three crocodiles
They flashed kids their grins
They wanted to sin!
Newly evolved ~ erectile reptiles!
Charlie Doots was a curly-haired boy
He always played with his favorite toy
All the boys and girls would always laugh
Because Charlie always played with his blue giraffe
One day he brought his blue giraffe to school
And his teacher said- Charlie, we have a rule
There are no toys allowed in our class
Especially Charlie Doots, a blue giraffe
Charlie said- "But teacher, my giraffe can dance"
The Children laughed so hard they almost peed their pants
Because they saw the blue giraffe waltzing across the floor
And so, the children didn't laugh at Charlie Doots no more!
Finding your lost mittens in the school’s lost and found.
Playing with some puppies as they run and jump around.
Happiness on your first day at school in your new dress.
Your favorite swing when the bell rang for recess.
Thinking upon these things, a smile comes to your face.
When just before the ball got there, you reached first base.
Each one brought joy to your life, in its very own way.
Your experiences were exciting, each day.
It’s the life of a children engrossed in the folly,
Like the time you went downtown and rode the trolley.
Or sitting under a tree, your mind running free.
Thinking of places you’d go and all you would see.
You were always looking for a new place to go,
And every experience would help you to grow.
How ironic to see ‘chain gangs’
in elementary schools now
Little kids roped together, inmates
at asylums where madmen shoot at you
Short
So many people assume
Short children can’t compete in
Sports, while in
School. It should come as no
Surprise that good talent can come in
Small packages. Let’s get out and
Support all kids regardless of size.
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MOTHER'S DAY poetry contest sponsored by Benjamin Bartley, April 2025
Morning starts early, before it gets light
Opening cupboards, to see what’s in store
Teachable moments, with wrong versus right
Hope grabs the car keys, then heads through the door
Early bird children, are making their way
Ready to take on, another school week
So many hurdles, to climb day-by-day
Destiny journeys, down these terraced streets
Another story, of work’s imbalance
Young hungry children, get so tall, so fast
Confidence takes it's fences and chances
Armed with new shoes but, how long will they last?
Roses or chocolates, say life can be hard
Demanding much more, than words on a card.
I wake up already tired,
eyes heavy from screens and sleepless nights,
stomachs empty, wallets thinner than dreams,
parents fighting over bills, over nothing,
over everything.
at school, the hallways are battlefields,
words sharper than fists,
hands that shove, mouths that sneer,
judgment like a plague
spreading from locker to locker.
I scroll through images of perfection,
faces carved by filters, bodies built in mirrors,
wondering why I don't look that way,
why I don't feel that way,
why I don't fit at all.
I pull at my skin,
I whisper my names in secret,
I wonder if I should even be here—
this world that tells me
I am too much, or not enough,
so I start cutting.
I was born into a losing hand,
and nobody told me
that I could still bluff my way to something good.
I am a girl with densely haired arms.
In school, classmates would exclaim upon seeing my arms,
"Oh my gosh, how can you have so much hair on your arms!"
"Kiwi girl! Haha"
I looked at my own arms, then at the arms of other girls.
Their arms were smooth and bright,
While mine were like unpeeled yam sticks.
Fine, dense hairs scattered in every direction,
A gust of wind could even make them change course.
I gently brushed my left arm with my right hand,
Though not touching the skin,
I startled the little hairs,
Feeling a tickle.
So I raised my arm to observe it against the window.
Hey—they're like little grasses growing freely on a hillside,
Some long, some short, swaying in the sunlight.
I think I'm starting to like my arm hair a little.
“No notes,” the teacher said to us,
"and there's nothing you're allowed to discuss.
This is a pop quiz,
to write an analysis
of what to do when someone with a gun approaches our bus."