First Day Of School Poems | Examples

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Premium Memberfirst day of school

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


Premium MemberFirst Day of School

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?

Premium MemberNo Bookworm

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

Premium MemberToo Smart For That School

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.

Premium MemberLesson Learned

she wondered why she needs this protection on her first day of school, she kept her poise As the crowd taunted her with hateful words she walked into the classroom, lesson learned
2-25-2021 Double Tetractys 7 Contest Photo 1. Sponsor: Eve Roper The woman in the photo, Ruby Bridges, is the same little girl all grown up.
© Joseph May  Create an image from this poem.


Premium MemberFirst Day of School

she
stood in
front of her
young seventh grade 
classroom on the very first day of school 

Happy Birthday written on the black board
as she walked in 
boys and girls
stole her
heart


2/5/2021
© Eve Roper  Create an image from this poem.

Premium MemberLittle Yellow Bus

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 early sleet
Morning and by afternoon you travel busy roads and streets.

Traffic never phases 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.

Do you sigh when you rest within the bus brickyard
Or dream the school year yet to come riding lanes and boulevards?

Waiting for your arrival, bus stop routine day-to-day,
Sometimes have to remember you don’t come on Saturdays!  Hooray!

9-11-20
Contest: Fall-Autumn Rhyme
Sponsor: Tania Kitchin

Premium MemberAdjunct Professor

New semester.
Did my courses run?
Oh yeah, but too many. 
Work on my syllabi.
I promise I won’t cry.

The night before class.
I pace the kitchen.
Sending prayers up.
Are you listening;
Please make my students be nice.
Calling my friends for advice.

First day of class.
Please impress them.
Some activity.
Get to know them.
At night memorize their names.
Two students named the same. (Always)

Long semesters.
Trudge across campuses.
In the rain and snow.
Am I at the right school-do you know?
My Google Assistant gave up long ago.


End of semester.
All my students cry.
I break my promise.
I let them see me cry.
We will be friends for a long time.

New semester.
Did my courses run? …

Premium MemberDo You Know What She Said To Me

My daughter came home from her first day of kindergarten thrilled with her teacher.
I was amazed, shocked, pleasantly surprised, as everything I had heard about the woman was unkind.
“I LOVE MRS. BETTING!” she yelled. She was dancing and twirling. She threw her lunchbox high in the air.
“Do you know what she SAID to me?” she asked us.  
I could not wait to find out.
“She said, ‘If you think you are so smart, little girl, why don’t you come up here and teach this class?”
So much for sarcasm, Mrs. Bee.

Premium MemberParents Set the Tone

Shirt says runs with scissors
Hat says shut up woman
First day of kindergarten
Parents have already set the tone
 
Child knows swear words
Uses them proudly
Anticipating loud laughter
Crestfallen and confused
When it does not happen
 
Sad lonely eight-year-old
No birthday party invites
No children allowed to play with him
Set up for failure before he learned his letters
 
Parents angry
School did not fix him
We tried to let him know he was not broken,
But he already believed he was

Premium MemberMama Said

The screaming, the yelling, the kicking, the clawing.
All because he did not get his own way.
He did yesterday and all was fine.
This is the first day of kindergarten. He cannot be the ruler here

The hollering, the shrieking, the smacking, the ridiculousness.
High drama today because his mother says he does not have to listen to us.
We are picking on him.
We are against him.
We are the bad people.

No amount of coaxing, smiling, or understanding can help him.
Because Mama said…

Premium MemberUntouched

untouched pages
fresh creases
first day of school



AP: Honorable Mention 2020

Premium MemberIndian Summer

indian summer
first day of school
new hand me downs



Published in Bottle Rockets #39 2018

AP: Honorable Mention 2026

Premium Member2009: My Senior Year

The first day of school I had not yet come to grips with what being a senior was. To me, this was just another year and another grade level. One day, when I was on my way to school, it hit me that this was my last August and my last September not only in this academy, but in high school. This was my last leg of the race and my last time making memories here. A new beginning of my life is waiting for me not in years, but in just a few months. 



                                               





                                                   ©2013 Honestly JT

Note: My English teacher gave us an assignment to start writing about our life experiences so that one day we could possibly have autobiographies of our own.

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