Primary School Poems | Examples
These Primary School poems are examples of School poems about Primary. These are the best examples of School Primary poems written by international poets.
Bookwell Primary
scratched scribbles on a slate
a poem for Mum
Everyone remembers it -
the little ones, that first day there;
for parents, that place where
the kids come out, and people chat.
Teachers too look back - that sign
of each young bud about to bloom -
but also they recall the room
that they met Matthew, the first time.
You brought an eloquence and grace,
and thoughtfully applied the rules.
For leadership in fire and flood, you'll
Always have a special place
in our community and school.
Some things when gone, you can't replace.
The best time when you enjoy
Most of being alive,
Is somewhat gonna be over
With the end of your school life.
From playschool to primary
From primary to high school
It's a place where you get
And leave behind your childhood.
A mysterious fun in attending
Those days, we never know
Until it strikes our head as memories
When everything will go.
No more blackboards to stare at
No more desks to lie on
No more rules to break and
No more arguments to do what you want.
Although many things have got over
But school is not the end.
Maybe you'll have a different fun
In a new college with new friends.
29 October 2014
She saw her in a smart sporty blouse
That drew sharp eyebrows and parents' grouse.
She spoke of her high stake:
It's all for students' sake,
Stay assured; I strive, young minds to rouse.
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This limerick portrays what actually happened in a primary school. She thought, her blouse inspires young minds to rouse; but parents found, it was too small a house her assets to house. So, the parents when complained, this, a limerick, was what she said in defence.
Happenings | 07.12.09 |
Usually, in primary school infections
Carried by air mass, as a rule.
But more infections result of actions,
In a sexually mature school!
There it was on my own calendar
school day was just round the corner
I had lived with my mum and dad
an adopted lad feeling no foreigner
So it was my time to start school
for the first time among such a lot
at primary school me and my stammer
how would I cope? stressed or not!
Well 9am came so in I did go
into the classroom full of fright
told to sit down right in back
the daylight darkened to my night
Teacher did register starting front
so I'm thinking at back I'll be last
with each child name mine gets closer
my inside was like bomb set to blast
So my turn came tongue so dry
it duly blocked with air so rare
but it did eventally speak at last
so relieved to get it out there
Many more experiences like that to come
throughout my life words be up and down
but never gave up kept fighting on
for God's on my side so don't frown!
I Stare (A teacher's perspective)
In this classroom full of thoughts swimming in heads
He stares at the clock wondering is it time to be fed
The smell of funk roams the room while walls beg of thee to take a bath
She stares at her book wondering when in the future, will she ever use this math
In this classroom filled with ravenous souls
I stare into the eyes of the young and imagine them old
What will become of you years from now and how will you function
From learning success to earning success you are the conjunction
In this classroom, I see tremendous potential
I stare at the faces of generations and hasten to mold your mental
Development of the brain is the ultimate primary goal
Though at times I stare at undeveloped social skills and remain skeptical
Because the future is so bright it will either light a path or burn you
Because the past is fraught with fright it’ll make you better or turn you
I stare at the future who wear doubt for sunshades & clothed with happenstance
And I wonder am I staring at reality or is this just a quick glance
Yesterday was parents evening
The last of the primary years
I wasn't sure what the focus would be
Didn't know what I wanted to hear
But then, waiting in the corridor
Seeing parents earnestly questioning
I realised the only thing I care about
Is how happy Rachel is feeling
So I scooted up to the desk
Nearly knocking the table over
I smiled at the teacher I know so well
We were definitely in this together
"So is she happy?" is what I asked
"Yes always" is what I was told
"She's helpful and friendly and cheery"
What else matters in this world?
Of course I heard all the levels
And the progress and points to improve
But I'd heard in the first two minutes
All I needed to feel well soothed
At the end of the figures
And all the necessary stuff
I asked if there was anything I could do
"No, you do more than enough"
So we laughed about parents evening
Her teacher and I as a team
And rather than frowns as I left
I gave Rachel a massive grin
"You're amazing" was what I told her
"Working hard and are happy to boot,
I'm so proud of all you are doing"
That's all I want her to know as the truth
the tallest I’ve ever seen was in primary
towering like a General in the military
a haggard expression of pain and disgust
the needle like leaves his ooze would discard
he seemed so staunch in his camouflage and upright salute
the pinecones resembling a grenade assault
as curious children do, to climb we were too eager
mystery lay hidden somewhere in his evergreen erect figure
the teacher would soon be called to the rescue
climbing down now an impossible chore
some disciplinary action would be enforced
he wouldn't even be swaying in the wind this unmoveable force
then one day the war would finally be won
it took a couple of grades of broken bones and casting stones
high up in his clutches where our balls would be stuck
he would be uprooted and loaded onto the back of the truck
but when he left, the school grounds seemed so empty
he had retired after generations serving this country
that's why it now felt like such a pyrrhic victory
in hindsight, he was truly our sentry
08-23-2015
Contest: Charlotte Jade Puddifoot's Trees Personified
The Nit nurse would come around once a month
To my primary school usually after lunch
We'd all queue up in a line
All the kids and friends of mine.
One by one the nurse would examine our hair
Once in a while the scruffier one's in the class
Were given a brown paper bag and letter for their mum
And told to run home fast.
You could say I was a bit slow
But it took me years before I got to know what was in that
Brown paper bag.
I never got one myself
My hair must have been in perfect health
But I don't know why but I'm suddenly beginning to itch
I swear and it's not just my hair
Do you feel itchy now too?
OOh.
Peter Dome.Copyright.2015.May.
That I can lay here in bed, and remember
That my mind can bypass all the valleys and hills in my past
To recall of one time, long time ago
To think of the girls, in my primary school years
The happiest days of a girl's life
The games we used to play
Our laughter that vibrated beyond class room walls
Our innocence, the secrets we told
Some got married, happily ever after
A close one bled to death after several abortions
Her death was an opaque curtain that left a dark space in the hearts of many
Some became great members of the society, education was their upward stairway
Another close one became a lady of the night
Her story is only told behind closed doors
In hushed tones
She never had the opportunities.....
A lot many of them became mothers
They work the hardest to give their kids the best tickets
They enjoy the sleepovers, the sports games, the birthday parties, their kids' laughter and innocence
As much as their kids
Having lived in the countryside
I attended a country school
my pre school years were solo
living in farm cottage quiet as a rule
Not many children around the place
mostly played myself on my own
which helped for having stammer
didn't like talking especially the phone
So school was on the horizon
the thought filled me with fear
this tongue of mine won't cope
wish I was still only a year
So the day arrived off I went
school was in and so was I
in primary one all sitting down
but thinking to myself all is nigh
Miss Davidson was a lovely lady
went round the class asking our name
when it came my turn I just froze
after countless attempts name eventually came
Rest of day speech continued to struggle
another ten years of this battle to be fought
not a pleasant thought to consider
but well nothing else for it this is my lot
VELC School (A primary student's feeling on VELC school)
VELC School
The school I love is VELC
It shows me the way to victory
It occupied the whole my heart
To make me a student first
To me, the glorious days it shares
Everything it offers is fair
We learn English and good things
Lively songs everyday we like to sing
Sure only VELC makes me polite
It's a nice school most I delight
Come to VELC without delay
Grasp your chance just today
This was written by my 13 year old son who was bullied in primary school
just thought i would share it..
I want to go back, back to when i was younger
to fix things & make things right again
i want to say no instead of yes & stand up for myself
be strong in the heart & in the mind
so i can over come my fears
but I'm only getting older & as much as i would love to change the past i cant
so i guess ill just learn from it & have a better & brighter future
for me & the people around me..