First Day Of School Poems | Examples
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I have rituals
for the first day of class
like a superstitious athlete
they get me into a good frame of mind
where I feel like a juggernaut who has total agency
and I don’t need to seek validation
It’s a moment in time
I have all my books—stacked on my desk
they look serious—very nuts and bolts
I’ve beaten the syllabuses to death
to try to figure out where my power lies
learning is all energy, it’s a marathon
it’s hard to sustain that for the entire semester
so not switching off, now and then, is unrealistic
Still, I’m comfy in in a classroom (I’m a senior)
Good students are just a little weird.
I say hello to the moon so she won’t feel alone
I say ‘cheers,” before taking a shot of mouthwash.
If I lose my ID, my lucky pencil or something, I call out, “treasure hunt!”
When treating everyone to grubHub I ask, ‘the usual?’ When we’re done I ask, ‘how was everything this evening?’
If I see a random girl looking fabulous, I tell her, because if I get complimented, I think about it for a week.
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A song for this:
Thetan by Single Gun Theory
Little Yellow Bus
First day of school yellow bus stopping at the mailbox,
Bouncing down country roads - pausing next to city sidewalks.
Nothing seems to stop you not autumn rain nor sleet
Morning and by afternoon you travel busy roads and streets.
Traffic never phases you - you just motor on,
Following appointed routes - this your daily marathon.
Girls with pompoms, boys with bats, runners from a track meet,
Students ride of every age filling up your empty seats.
Stopping at the bus stop, not all cars stop too
Speeding past your warning, they haven’t got a clue.
Do you sigh when you rest within the bus brickyard
Or dream the school year yet to come riding lanes and boulevards?
First ride giggles, last ride whispers – all the in between –
Forgotten lunches, mittens, scarves – life’s signature you see.
We wait for your arrival, bus stop routine day-to-day,
Sometimes need to remember, you don’t come on Saturdays! Hooray!
Today was the first day of class.
You should have seen all the people.
Everyone couldn’t have had class, some of them must
have been gawkers, the types that slow to watch
flat tire changings and car wrecks.
Some were carrying maps - freshmen.
Like student drivers they clogged the paths,
drawing a few looks.
They gaggle together like geese,
Jeeezus - shut UP and get ON with it, freshies! I thought.
Not ungenerously - I remember being lost - back in the day.
I have class, myself - in both the intrinsic sense - of style -
and in the “research for credit” ‘check in on the first day,’ kind.
Still, we’re parading, and I’ve always loved parades.
My one regret is that there are no mimes or elephants.
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Stress is somewhere in my propinquity.
See, it’s known to stalk this vicinity.
I’m not a freshman, so it hasn’t struck yet,
but when it does, and it will, you can bet,
that initially, it will shake my tranquility
and end our start-of-year festivities.
It will creepily creep, destroying my sleep,
until I prove my scholastic resiliency.
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Songs for this:
Violently Happy by Björk
Schoolin' Life by Beyoncé
Leeza, Lisa’s 14-year-old little sister, is anxious about the first day of school. She didn’t tell me that, I’m not sure 14-year-olds talk anymore.
Now that I’m almost 21, I can roll my eyes, like everyone else, and say, “Teenagers.”
Leeza’s a jingli, all-angles, taller than I am (when did THAT happen),
redhead who’s fast becoming a Lisa-like beauty.
School starts, for her, in 11 days and every piece of clothing she owns is draped across the furniture in her room, or the floor, as she organizes her skool outfits.
There’s a pile of rejected apparel in one corner - the outcasts -
and a stack of magazine cutouts showing the clothes she plans to buy.
I wondered into her room that afternoon and she watched
me suspiciously, like I might steal her nonexistent baby.
“These might go together,” I said, holding up a top and skirt as a combo.
She winced, involuntarily, as if exposed to something distasteful.
Apparently, I’m getting old and my teen-taste is attenuated or worse yet - past its expiration date.
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A song for this:
Houdini by Eminem [E]
school was my earthly life for longer than most
I taught until I was seventy-two, my brain now toast
today was the first day of school I did not return
my health is bad; I thought I would be in an urn
you will hate being home, you will cry said Guy.
He knows me, but I am glad not to work. Here’s why.
The drive was horrible, forty minutes each way.
I could not bear it one more second, let alone another day.
I pictured the children at school, with a staff that is new.
Eight new teachers, and a new counselor and nurse too.
So many vacancies, filled by teachers who are brand new.
One of them has a September 3rd baby due!
school is wonderful for those who want to learn.
The others stir everyone up, a huge concern.
When they act up, taking the class hostage all day,
There is no way learning is happening, simply no way!
Things changed so drastically, it is no longer a good place.
The behavior problems are horrible, it is a big disgrace.
Many parents are ready to blame the teachers for their action.
Teaching these days is hard work, with much less satisfaction.
At the beginning of every school year, it would be up to me to stand in front of the rest of the classroom and name every sibling and their history. Like some sort of freak show at the county fair. “Look here, look here, it’s the amazing freak-a-zoid with fourteen brothers and sisters.
Be astonished…be amazed…turn your heads and snicker, as he recites his entire family lineage.”
Most times I’m happy
Being a part of the crowd
Sometimes I would scream
the students parade in all clean and pristine
squealing in delight as they spy friends
loving the idea of a new school year
dragging out seven hours later
bedraggled and upset,
angry about something
The first day of my preconceived life
A ding alerted me my class was cancelled
"Read the syllabus and skip today
Don't forget to show up an hour late
If you miss the class you're kicked."
The first day of your preconceived life
The wind strips air from your lungs
Time settles into a whirlwind of fast and slow
And you are reminded that you will never be apart
Of your preconceived life
But that's just the anxiety talking
Don't worry darling the day will be fine
Grab a coffee to shake yourself out of your skin
Sit down and pretend like you aren't desperate to
Disappear
The first day of your preconceived life
You will not be present
In me, the first day of school is relentless
I wake with old dreads lodged in my chest
My home moves endlessly, it’s countless
Now every moment is a painful unrest
In my breast lies constant trepidation
The first time, I wept for a home longingly
Now I carry homelessness as an affliction
The new kid in me never leaves quietly
New friends are no longer entertainment
Friendship seeps cold in my soul reluctantly
Bred alone I crave crisp disentanglement
Nurture has sealed shyness cellularly
Stay don’t run from the classroom fearfully
Fix sour newness until it’s commonplace
Endless book reports don't close quietly
See newness as novel, not my disgrace
All moments are fresh as a school dance
Keep showing up with perfect attendance
School is in session, and we are all spiffed with shine.
Our hair is slicked back, we are scooting in free and fine.
Laughter is prominent as we see our school friends once again.
By two-thirty we are clock-watching, will this day ever end?
He lives right next door to me and he is seven years old
as I stood on my balcony I watch him come out of the house
backpack strapped to his back he looked forlorn and serious
"Are you looking forward to your first day of school?" I asked
He looked up at me with big brown eyes then
adjusting the strap of his school bag kicked a pebble in his way
"I wish there was no school, only daycare and summer camp
now that I have to go to school, all I do is homework, shower,
then go to bed"
His mom stepped out, " Delano are you ready? "
"Yes mom," he whispered then disappeared inside the car;
I smiled as I recalled my first day of school
The year was 1966. I didn't speak a word of English
I was terrified no one would want to play with me
When I asked my mom, "do I have to go ?"
She kissed me on the cheek, then squaring my shoulders
and said with a big resounding Si, " yes you do !"
Sept 9 2022
Today is the first day of school
the summer too short at the pool
school days are long
this is so wrong
I think going to school isn’t cool
My father insists that I go
though I argued loud with a No
I squawk and squirm
I’m no bookworm
sure I know all there is to know
Dad threatened to kick me out
no matter my perfect pout
I’m no fool
went to school
now the classics I can spout
At university I excelled
never an instance was I expelled
got the knowledge
finished college
at graduation my Dad’s heart swelled
My Dear Child
As you start a new journey today
Allow God to show you the way
Pray to Him day and night
And let Him be your guiding light
The road to success may be hard and long
But you can make it if you just stay strong
Study your work diligently
For knowledge, you should be ever thirsty
Always desire to know more
Than you have ever known before
Remember questions are important too
So ask, even though people laugh at you
Become a best friend to your books
They'll serve you better than your looks
Your teachers and principal you must obey
They're there to guide you along the way
Open up your heart and mind
Make sure you are always kind
People won't always be nice and that's ok,
Be extra nice to them anyway
Don't lie, don't steal and do not fight
Remember the difference between wrong and right
May this journey be an exciting one
Your life has just begun
As you walk this path, I'll be there with you
Always remember that I love you.
Thomas Edison’s mother may have been the most brilliant mother in the world
which would explain the intelligence and tenacity of her son.
The first day of school a teacher sent him home with a note saying he could
never be educated.
He was eager and wanted to know what the note said.
With tears in her eyes, she said “Darling boy, you are too smart for that school.
They say they cannot teach you anything because you are so smart, so from
now on I shall teach you at home.”
Apparently she did.
I had always wondered
What my first day of High School would be like
And as I've heard
It would be the most stressful day of your life
With seniors walking around,
Need to make a good impression
But for me it was all upside down,
Because the whole world was in isolation.
Yes my High School started in 2020
The year when corona entered our lives
This pandemic was so deadly
That no one was allowed to go outside
So my First Day of High School
Was in front of a mobile phone
Not even close to what I thought it would be
It was all virtual, just a video call
I know it's pretty scary, the truth of our reality.