Classroom Poems - Poems about Classroom

This is a call to arms, not with guns, but with pens In the battleground of classrooms, where history pretends Textbooks are prisons, locking away truths untold Lessons are handcuffs, keeping minds on hold We're force-fed a diet of...Read the rest...

Well, teachers and students, I'll tell you: Education could have been smoother on the blackboard. It's had chalk dust in it, And eraser marks, And lessons half-learned, And minds with no answers written— Blank. But all the time We've been teaching on, And reaching...Read the rest...

In dynamic classrooms Amid inquiry and exploration with my mind racing, in...Read the rest...

From the sacred centre of learning streams forth an irrepressible desire to overcome the ignorance between people. Education speaks to us through knowledge, a testament to human potential unleashed. The classroom communes through books, discussions, and...Read the rest...

In halls of learning, a vision unfurls, A canvas of hope for all boys and girls. Each thread a child, unique and bright, Woven together in wisdom's light. I dream of classrooms without walls, Where curiosity echoes through the halls. A...Read the rest...

In the echoing halls of third grade, he sits, a nine-year-old lad, master of the silent symphony, the classroom's perpetual farter. His seat, a throne of hidden thunder, each release a stealthy gust, an unseen hand that wafts through the air, invisible yet undeniable. The girl...Read the rest...

Jump, thump, six graders jump from stone to pebbly stone. Chirp chirp the robin flies Across the sky alone. Crunch chunch the graveled feet, Sh. . . shoo, a breathy whisper, Hard, cold bench for a seat, Rough wood, perhaps a splinter. Puh,...Read the rest...

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The school bell's chorus wakes a drowsy room, Sunlight spills, a golden, dusty plume. Desks, once dormant, morph to galleons grand, Ready to set sail to each uncharted land. Chalk, a spectral hand, whispers wisdom's lore, Unveiling mysteries on the...Read the rest...

Beyond bricks and mortar, beyond rigid lines, A symphony of learning, where knowledge entwines. Government walls, a canvas vast and bold, Where futures blossom, stories yet untold. No distant sage, the teacher's role transcends, A guide, a friend, on whom...Read the rest...

Now, I suspect the economics teacher But he suspects me and The case goes on into the term As we gently move From one story to another But I've got all the other plays, so they look good Break...Read the rest...

we share a girly* laugh at what they teach, Julie and I, at history lessons, events so old, they are so out of reach, conquests, battles and what follows treasons! those days were dark, and so very evil, kings were...Read the rest...

History, treasure troves, tales about gold If I were a pirate a 100 years ago The pilot of a ship I would make my enemies walk the plank! In the water they would take a dip! Once in a while,...Read the rest...

Wading into the classroom. Wednesday, 13th June, 2018. School uniform a bit too tight, My body pressed against the metal zipper, Exaggerating my jolly build. Blasts of crisp, cold air, Hitting my heat rash-stricken face. A little discomfort, I felt it. But not...Read the rest...

Nobby the Narwhal, Lived in the sea, He had the longest there ever could be. Nobby's school was really quite small, He had to take all of his lessons sat alone in the hall. After school he would swim slowly...Read the rest...