Little poems about school. Short poems about school. What are desks afraid of?

What is school

School is a bright house,
We will study in it.
There we will learn to write,
Add and multiply.

We learn a lot at school:
About your beloved land,
About mountains and oceans,
About continents and countries;

And where do the rivers flow?
And what were the Greeks like?
And what kind of seas are there?
And how the Earth rotates.

The school has workshops...
There are countless interesting things to do!
And the call is fun.
That's what "school" means!

It used to be in our class
Lots of troubles
There were joys, sorrows,
We mooed under our desks,
But they helped each other out.
And now they have become different:
We are not rushing anywhere in a flock...
The guy walks around half asleep -
Busy with himself.
Without discussions and polemics -
Everyone is almost an academician.
And the girls are getting prettier:
Jewelry on the necks
They have hairpins in their hair,
And the words are quite sharp!
"What can you do - it's a difficult age!"
- We often hear this exclamation.
But we will help each other out
If things get tough for us.

Calls

I am Volodin's marks
I'll find out without the diary.
If brother comes
With a three
Three bells ring.

If suddenly we
In the apartment
The ringing begins -
So it's five
Or four
He received it today.

If he comes
With a deuce -
I hear from afar:
Two short ones are heard,
Indecisive
Call.

Well, what if
Unit,
He quietly
There's a knock on the door.

Turn

Author: B.Zakhoder
"Change, change!" -
The call is ringing.
Vova will definitely be the first
Flies out of the threshold.
Flies over the threshold -
Seven are knocked off their feet.
Is it really Vova?
Dozed off the entire lesson?
Is this really Vova?
Five minutes ago, not a word
Couldn't you tell me at the board?
If he is, then undoubtedly
A big change with him!
You can't keep up with Vova!
Look how bad he is!
He made it in five minutes
Redo a bunch of things:
He set three steps
(Vaska, Kolka and Seryozhka),
Rolled somersaults
He sat astride the railing,
Dashingly plopped off the railing,
Got a slap on the head
He gave someone back on the spot,
He asked me to write off the tasks, -
In a word,
I did everything I could!
Well, here comes the call again...
Vova trudges back to class.
Poor! There is no face on it!
“Nothing,” sighs Vova,
Let's relax in class!

On the way to class

Nikita hurried to class,
Walked without slowing down,
Suddenly a puppy growls at him,
A shaggy mongrel.

Nikita is an adult! He's not a coward!
But Tanyusha walked nearby,
She said: - Oh, I'm afraid! -
And immediately there were tears in a hail.

But then Nikita saved her,
He showed courage
He said: “Go quietly to class!”
And he drove the mongrel away.

His Tanyusha is on the way
Thanks for your courage.
Save her one more time
Nikita wanted it.

You'll get lost in the forest
And I will come and save you! -
He offered it to Tanya.

Well, no! - she answered. -
I won't go for a walk alone
My friends will come with me.

You can drown in the river!
You'll drown someday!
Nikita proposed to her. -
I won't let you go down!

I won’t drown myself! -
She responds angrily.

She didn't understand him...
But that’s not the point!
He's all the way to the corner
He saved Tanyusha bravely.
In my dreams I saved her from a wolf...
But then the guys came to class.

New school

Author: N. Naidenova
Dad, mom, grandma
I told you everything:
How we walked to the music
From the great hall
How then we are in class
We sat well
Like Anna Pavlovna
The girls looked
How we are to Anna Pavlovna
They answered in chorus,
How we our desks
Confused at first
As the sticks wrote,
Drawing a vase
And poems about a bird
We learned it right away.
Mom and grandma are happy,
My dad is happy
And I like it myself
At our new school.

To school
Agniya Barto

Why today Petya
Woke up ten times?
Because he is today
Enters first grade.
He's not just a boy anymore
And now he's a newbie.
On his new jacket
Turn-down collar.
He woke up on a dark night,
It was only three o'clock.
He was terribly scared
That the lesson has already begun.
He got dressed in two minutes,
He grabbed a pencil case from the table.
Dad ran after him
I caught up with him at the door.
The neighbors stood behind the wall,
The electricity was turned on
The neighbors stood behind the wall,
And then they lay down again.
He woke up the whole apartment,
I couldn't sleep until the morning.
Even my grandmother dreamed
What she repeats is a lesson.
Even my grandfather dreamed
Why is he standing at the board?
And he can't be on the map
Find the Moscow River.
Why today Petya
Woke up ten times?
Because he is today
Enters first grade.

First grader

So you have become a first grader!
Put on a new uniform.
Let it be a holiday for everyone,
This is the first day of school.
Autumn smiled cheerfully:
Good journey, students!
In the yard she hung
Leaves of bright flags.
You will take a briefcase with notebooks
And you will enter a spacious classroom.
You are with the school rules
Get to know each other now.
Will you be friends with the problem solver?
You will read a lot of books.
Before you were just a boy,
And now you are a student!
And be proud of this title
You can with good reason!

Back to school soon

Back to school soon. I wasn't in it
ninety nine days.
And, to tell you frankly,
I missed her.
I wanted to take out the books,
Take notebooks, take a pencil case.
Because I guys
I'm already tired of resting.

Agniya Barto

Today's chalkboard
She said to chalk from above:
- Look, he can’t take his eyes off me.
The whole class!
And you are a dirty guy!
Thanks to the wet rag
What the dirt has erased behind you:
Your scribbles, hooks, scratches!
- Oh, you braggart! –
The rag objected. –
Do you have strength?
Whenever Mel writes words and numbers, -
No one would even look at you!

Days after days flew by, flashed like dreams,
And no more than a week remains in spring.
This means that the road called “first class” has been passed.
Summer is on the doorstep - waiting for us, hurrying us along.
Summer is calling us somewhere - Away from work and worries...
So, guys, our first school year is over.
It was both joyful and difficult for each of us.
We will never forget you, our first class.
We are parting today - But sometimes in the autumn
Let's go back to class again, but now to the second one.
Let's run, come, let's come To our school
- in the meantime, together we will celebrate our holiday - Last Call Day.

Mom, Dad, and I are worried,
Our family worries all evening.
Everything has been ready for a long time - both the shape and the bow.
And miracle flowers decorate the sideboard.
And mom is confused: “Is everything okay?” –
And again I ironed the folds on the form.
And dad completely forgot from excitement -
Instead of porridge, he gave the cat some jam.
I'm worried too, and even trembling,
I follow mom and dad all evening:
“Set the alarm so we don’t oversleep.
For six hours, or better yet, five.”
My mother told me: “Don’t be naive -
I'm thinking about how I can fall asleep today!
After all, tomorrow you will go to school for the first time.
Everything changes in our lives tomorrow.”

V. Kodryan

First lesson

This is my first time in class.
Now I'm a student.
The teacher entered the class,
– Should I get up or sit down?
How to open a desk
I didn't know at first
And I didn't know how to get up
So that the desk doesn't knock.
They tell me - go to the board -
I raise my hand.
How to hold a pen in your hand,
I don't understand at all.
How many schoolchildren we have!
We have four Asi,
Four Vasya, five Marus
And two Petrovs in the class.
I'm in class for the first time
Now I'm a student.
I'm sitting on the desk correctly,
Although I can't sit still.

Agniya Barto

Sad arithmetic

Here's a pedestrian
Barely wanders
To point "B"
From point “A”...

Forty-eight kilometers!
Against storms and against winds!

His legs
They get entangled
And he's always out of his way
Gets confused
And it’s hard for the poor guy
We have to
And with the answer
It doesn't fit at all!

And in the cold
And into the darkness
Towards
To him
It turns out
Another
A pedestrian.

He is also coming and going...
And he goes for an hour, and two,
And it hurts
Him
Head…

And no one is visible ahead...
And he must have lost his way!..

May happen:
At such and such an hour
The wolves will eat him
In a dense forest!..

And the road
All
doesn't end
But the task is not
it turns out!..

Moshkovskaya Emma

Verbal counting

Come on, put the pencils aside!
No dominoes. No pens. No chalk.
Verbal counting! We're doing this thing
Only by the power of mind and soul.
The numbers converge somewhere in the darkness,
And the eyes begin to glow,
And there are only smart faces around.
Because we count in our heads!

Pencil

I am a little pencil.
I wrote a hundred pieces of paper.
And when I started,
It was difficult to fit into the pencil case.
The schoolboy writes. And it grows!
Well, I’m the opposite!

Why do the holidays always go by so quickly? The question is rhetorical... But yellow leaves are already appearing underfoot, and on the store shelves there are a lot of things , and “” appears more and more often in the conversations of children on the playground.

Indeed, soon the Day of Knowledge will let us know about the beginning of the new school year. For yesterday's preschoolers, the first bell is a special thing. After all, for them it sounds for the first time. Let the granite of science be given to our children easily and with pleasure. In the meantime, let's introduce, and maybe learn for the first lesson poems about school.

Walk the ladder of knowledge boldly

On the road, girls, on the road, boys!
Walk the ladder of knowledge boldly.
Wonderful meetings and good books
There will be steps on it.

Along this ladder you will soon be able
Reach inaccessible sea depths,
Go underground, climb mountains.
And even reach the moon.

There will be steep steps on the stairs,
But the treasured route has been precisely verified,
To make you friends with an amazing miracle,
Which is called Knowledge.

(K. Ibryaev)

Back to school soon

Back to school soon. I wasn't in it
ninety nine days.
And, to tell you frankly,
I missed her.

I wanted to take out the books,
Take notebooks, take a pencil case.
Because I guys
I'm already tired of resting.

(V. Lifshits)

First of September

This day is for me
Very sad
At least lunch that day
Very tasty.

My brother
Left in uniform
To class,
And I
I watch the house.

Like a puppy.
Well, let,
Well, let,
Well, let,
But I
I'll take care of the kitten!

I will be a teacher
And the cat
To my lesson
He will come in uniform.

I got the ink
And a notebook
To with Vaska
Writing lessons.

Vaska
I poked the inkwell with my nose,
From the table
He jumped onto a chair.

Arched his back
Twitched his tail
And, meowing,
Disappeared under the table.

Around the apartment
I was looking for Vaska
And everywhere
got him.

Only from the chandelier
I couldn't get it...
Our lesson was interesting.

Eh,
But after such a defeat
Mother
She kicked Vaska out of the house.

(M. Sadovsky)

Hello school!

Summer flew by quickly
The school year has arrived
But we also have a lot of autumn
It will bring good days.

Hello, golden autumn!
A school filled with sunshine!
Our spacious, bright classroom,
You are meeting us again.

(V. Lebedev-Kumach)

August 31

What awaits me at school

The desk is waiting for me, firstly,
Lessons are waiting
Friends are waiting.
There will be no time for laziness at school,
There I am in a new country
Affairs and knowledge and skills
I will begin the journey.
Nature awaits - forest and field!
After all, we will go on a hike more than once...
A's are waiting for me at school
The whole first class is waiting for me!

(V. Moruga)

Hello school!

Windows washed
The school is smiling
Sunny bunnies
On the guys' faces.
After a long summer
Friends are here
They gather in flocks,
They make noise joyfully.

They huddle around moms and dads -
These are first graders.
They wait, worried,
Your first call.
So he rang,
Collecting for classes,
And the school fell silent
The lesson has begun.

(V. Rudenko)

First class guys

Everything is good with us
They call it first class.

Passengers without fear
Taking flight
If the pilot is first-class,
First class aircraft.

This builder is first class!
He built the first class!
To first class homes
Winter will not settle.

First class teacher
Strict with first graders:
“Put down the toys,
The lesson begins!

From Kamchatka to Arbat
On this day in our country
First class guys
Entering first grade!

(A. Stroilo)

Leaf Fall Lesson

- And then, guys, a lesson in leaf fall.
Therefore, there is no need to return to class.
The bell will ring, get dressed quickly
And wait for me near the school doors.
And in pairs, in pairs, following her.
For my dear teacher,
We solemnly leave the village.
And leaves were swept from the lawns into the puddles.
Look! On dark fir trees in the undergrowth
Maple leaves burn like pendants.
Bend over for the most beautiful leaf
In veins of crimson on gold.
Remember everything, how the earth falls asleep,
Like the wind covering it with leaves.

(V. Berestov)

First of September

Grandma in the medicine cabinet

Looking for validol:

Grandson Andryusha to school

I went for the first time.

Mom keeps sighing:

“How is he doing now?

Not an easy matter

This first class..."

Even dad, childhood

I forgot about football.

And the toys are in grief

So dejected:

"We are now probably

No longer needed..."

September

Leaves -
Time to fall
To the birds -
Time to fly away
Mushroom pickers -
Wander in the fog
to the wind -
Howling in the pipes.

The sun is getting cold,
The clouds are pouring,
You and I -
Go to study:
Write letters with numbers,
Read the primer syllable by syllable!

(I. Maznin)

To school

Today
Little people
Meets a new one
School year.

In the morning along the sidewalks,
Any street
The guys are coming
In pairs,
Chain,
A crowd.

Who's dragging
To classes
Homemade receiver
Who butterflies
Dried,
And who - a live squirrel.

Here with my brother, a first-grader
My sister walks nearby.
The girl is assigned
Look
For my younger brother.

Yes he himself
More than once
To my little sister
To fifth grade
Will definitely stop by
A big change!

They're coming in a crowd
Pupils
With briefcases in hands,
The notebooks are untouched
Purely in the diaries.
They are in a hurry to call
And they chatter merrily.

And the adults
From the windows
They look with a smile.
We hold you in high esteem
All work -
Work
Pupils
They're coming!
(A. Barto)

Hello school!

Misha got up early today -
The long-awaited day has arrived.
Misha has a backpack behind him,
In the backpack there is a book and a pencil case.
And in the pencil case - a pen, feathers,
Three colored pencils.
Misha thinks: “Now I
Doesn’t look like a baby!”
Grandfather Artyom left the forge
Look at my grandson...
It’s so nice for Misha
What he is ready to sing out loud:
“Hello, golden autumn,
So I became a student!..”
Zhulka, seeing off Misha,
He proudly holds his tail in a hook.

(G. Ladonshchikov)

School

The school sparkled for the school year -
The windows sparkled, looking east.
New painting on the walls of the gym,
There is a curtain in the assembly hall - delight!

The school thought: “Oh, how I like it
Live in silence, without worries and worries!
It's a pity that I won't be a beauty for long -
Soon hundreds of feet will trample me.

Again the bells will buzz like bees,
Streams of speeches will flow again...
How tiring if you are a school,
Either the Gymnasium or the Lyceum.”

Here it is September. Along a familiar road
They bring a bouquet to the school -
Any heart cannot stand it, it will tremble.
The school nodded to the kids: “Hello!

So many pleasant surprises outside the door!
My bow to you, young minds.
How I missed having fun!
Well, did you grumble? I’m getting old, alas.”

(G. Ilyina)

What are desks afraid of?

- Oh, dear Bell!
Well, why are you making so much noise?
Can't you sleep for another hour?
- No way! Sorry.

Apparently you, friends, have forgotten
That today is an important day:
Of us on the First of September
Everyone must remember.

The desks looked at each other: “Oh!
Now the guys will come in
There will be noise and commotion" -
Partha sighed alone.

Another creaked: “Nightmare!
I'll be broken again -
Practice your strike
Belkin Vova will take it!”

- They will stab us with compasses,
Scratch, stain with paint!
“You must overcome your fear,”
The Pointer told them.

- Don't panic so much
And frown sternly,
Believe in the kindness of the guys
I'm gladly ready.

Look, there, from all sides
Children are coming to our school.
Let's forget the past like a dream,
Let's meet them in a friendly way.

The bell rings loudly,
The whole school was buzzing -
The boys are rushing to class,
And it's time for us to get down to business!

(E. Nikolaeva)

Textbooks

Textbooks are like bricks
Size, shape and weight.
For those who decided to get a certificate,
It is advisable to be Hercules.

I can do pull-ups many times,
I've been doing exercises since the morning.
But the school bag bends into an arc,
It was as if I was going on a hike.

I won't throw my bag away, keep that in mind!
This is out of the question.
I will become a scientist and find a way
How to make textbooks easier.

(A. Starikov)

First lesson

This is my first time in class.
Now I'm a student.
The teacher entered the class,
— Should I get up or sit down?

How to open a desk
I didn't know at first
And I didn't know how to get up
So that the desk doesn't knock.

They tell me: “Go to the board,”
I raise my hand.
How to hold a pen in your hand,
I don't understand at all.

How many schoolchildren we have!
We have four Asi,
Four Vasya, five Marus
And two Petrovs in the class.

I'm in class for the first time
Now I'm a student.
I'm sitting on the desk correctly,
Although I can't sit still.

(A.Barto)

Turn

“Change, change!” -
The call is ringing.
Vova will definitely be the first
Flies out of the threshold.
Flies over the threshold -
Seven are knocked off their feet.
Is it really Vova?
Dozed off the entire lesson?
Is this really Vova?
Five minutes ago, not a word
Couldn't you tell me at the board?
If he is, then undoubtedly
A big change with him!
You can't keep up with Vova!
Look how bad he is!

He made it in five minutes
Redo a bunch of things:
He set three steps
(Vaska, Kolka and Seryozhka),
Rolled somersaults
He sat astride the railing,
Dashingly plopped off the railing,
Got a slap on the head
He gave someone back on the spot,
He asked me to write off the tasks, -
In a word,
I did everything I could!
Well, here comes the call again...
Vova trudges back to class.
Poor! There is no face on it!
“Nothing,” sighs Vova,
Let's relax in class!

(Zakhoder B.)

School sketches

Triangle

Studying the triangle.
Some three corners
And the work is for centuries.

Sharpener

Why from under the sharpener
Are there shavings and sawdust curling?
The pencil doesn't want to write
So she sharpens it.

Notebooks

The notebooks rustled in the briefcase,
They decided what was more important in life.
The lined notebook mutters:
- Grammar!
And the notebook grumbles into the cage:
- Mathematics!
What did you reconcile on notebook
with a notebook,
It still remains a mystery to us.

Pen

Printed letters -
Very neat.
Letters for writing
I write myself.
It's very fun to write with a pen:
The letters hold each other by the handles.
- Oh, fathers! - said the pen. —
What does this squiggle mean?
- You ink head!
You wrote the letter “A”!

Verbal counting

Briefcase

In winter he runs on the street,
And in the summer it lies in the room.
But only autumn comes,
He takes me by the hand.
And again in the rain and snowstorm
My briefcase walks with me

Textbook

The teacher is in my briefcase!
- Who? It can not be! Really?
- Take a look, please! He is here.
It's called a textbook.

Notebooks

The notebooks rustled in the briefcase,
They decided what was more important in life.
The lined notebook mutters:
- Grammar!
And the notebook grumbles into the cage:
- Mathematics!
How to reconcile notebook
with a notebook,
It still remains a mystery to us.

Ruler

I am a ruler. Directness -
My main trait.

Pencil

I am a little pencil.
I wrote a hundred pieces of paper.
And when I started,
It was difficult to fit into the pencil case.
The schoolboy writes. And it grows!
Well, I’m the opposite!

Compass

My compass, dashing circus performer
Draws a circle with one foot
And the other pierced the paper,
I clung on and didn't take a step.

Rubber

I am an eraser. I am a rubber band
Little grimy back.
But my conscience is clear:
I erased the blot from the sheet!

Pencil case

The pencil is tossing in the pencil case,
But it doesn't break,
The handle is in cramped conditions,
But it’s easy to find.

Bookmark

I am an elegant bookmark.
I'm lying here for order.
Don't flip the pages in vain.
Where is the bookmark, read there!

Abacus

Then I secretly think
Then again I click on the abacus.
If you count correctly,
You'll always get a high five!

Triangle

In high school, every student
Studying the triangle.
Some three corners
And the work is for centuries.

Diary

Homework diary
And there are marks next to each other -
How good!
Come on, mom, sign it!

Brush

Above the paper above the sheet
The brush waves its tail.
And not just waving,
And he smears the paper,
Paints in different colors.
Wow, what a beauty!

(Valentin Berestov)

There are many more different poems

Happy school days!

With love,

Lyudmila Potsepun.

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My school

Everything important in a person’s destiny begins with school. What you will be in your school years is what you will become in later life. I study at a wonderful school No. 1 in the city of Abakan. I am sure that this school will be able to educate and teach. My school has the best teachers. I think that not every person can let a child into his heart, give him love, care and kindness.

The school where I study is seventy years old. But it seems to me that no new school can convey such kindness and warmth that radiate from the walls of my school, which for years has kept the sounds of change, loud exclamations and laughter of students, strict but correct instructions from teachers...

I like my school. My older brother also studied there. When I was little, I often went to school with my brother on various holidays and with trepidation, entering this temple of science, looked at its high arches. I knew for sure that I would come here again in a few years, only with a briefcase on my shoulders. That's exactly what happened. Now I have been studying at school for seven years, and I really love it and, of course, the teachers. But school gives not only knowledge. It provides irreplaceable life experience. She prepares us for a new interesting life. Like a caring and kind mother, she gives all the most valuable things she has, without demanding anything in return.

I love my school and am glad that I study there. Here I discovered my inner world, got to know my inner “I”. School is my second home, and every time I come here with a smile and a good mood.
At school, the best years of my life - my youth - pass. And I give part of it to my school. I’m glad that my youth is spent here!

When on a gloomy autumn day
For the first time I entered school,
Warmth washed over me
Like from a burning fire.

I walked slowly down the hall.
Everything was unfamiliar to me.
Now I know my school
And every corner of it.

And along familiar corridors
I usually head to class
And despite all the talk
I'm glad to go every time.

And even though now everything is familiar to me
But on a gloomy day, like the first time.
School will warm me with warmth...
And I will enter a familiar classroom.

Irina STARIKOVA, 7th grade A

The school you want to study at

For me, school is a second home. Here we communicate, consult and grow up. For many, school is about more than just education. It’s not for nothing that adults say that school years are the best time of their lives.
Even in childhood, a person decides who he should be, what profession to choose. At school, character is formed, our attitude towards the world around us is formed, here we are taught to think logically. The more a person studies, the more he understands himself, the environment, and loved ones.

I would compare school to a huge library in which all knowledge is collected, you just need to want it and extend your hand.
What is it like, the school where I want to study? A difficult question that gives you a lot to think about. School is an integral part of life, so children should feel good and comfortable there. It should be light, spacious, and thought-provoking.
It doesn’t matter at all what the school looks like outside and inside, the main thing is that we, the students, like the teachers.
A school is not just a building. This is the world we live in. Every brick of this universe is important. Pull one out and the whole thing falls apart like a house of cards. Therefore, the school must be united and united.

Alena KAPCHEGASHEVA, 8th grade D

School of my dream

A person spends the most important years of his life in school. It is here that he finds true friends, is determined in the choice of his hobbies, faces life's difficulties for the first time and rejoices at his first victories. School remains a bright stage in every person’s life path for a long time.

I am lucky because I study in a wonderful first school. For nine years now, every morning I have been happy to open the school doors and plunge into a colorful, noisy, loud world. This is a special world of students and teachers, in which everyone is in a hurry to get somewhere. I feel like, having crossed the school threshold, I find myself in this stream and float, observing my direction. I can’t help but feel that I am a small part of a large organism called SCHOOL.

I like everything about my school! I like the narrow staircases, the round wooden railings, the bright classrooms, but most of all, the people. We have wonderful teachers! They don’t just teach lessons, they try to make everyone interested in their subject. All together and each teacher individually teaches us not only to compose formulas, prove theorems, write down chemical reactions, but thanks to our teachers, we comprehend the most important science: to be honest, kind, to communicate skillfully, to truly be friends.
And if someone says that there are more modern, more comfortable schools in the city of Abakan, I will not argue. Eat. But if they ask me: “What is it like, your dream school?” I will proudly answer: "This is my home school No. 1."

Ksenia TIMERKHANOVA, 9th grade D

If a kindergarten often becomes a second home for a small child, where caring teachers look after him every minute, school for students is a huge world with its own life, funny and sad stories, jokes, entertainment and learning. Having completed 9 or 11 years of school, a teenager is ready for adult life, higher education, work, and family. It is during the school years that the foundations of the character of young people and their habits are laid; At the same time, the first passions and hobbies are born. Arriving in 1st grade, in elementary school, students do not yet know that many teachers will later become not only mentors and teachers for them, but also true friends. Short, beautiful, sometimes touching and even funny poems about school tell about lessons, changes, extracurricular life, and the real adventures of classmates. We have posted examples of such wonderful poetic works on our page.

Short and beautiful poems for children at school

Most often, students learn short and beautiful poems about their home school before significant holidays - September 1, Teacher's Day, Last Bell, graduation. The lyrical lines of these wonderful works say a lot about the kindness of teachers who give all their strength to boys and girls who strive for knowledge, about first and true friendship, mutual assistance, and noble deeds of students. Many poems are dedicated to the first teacher, the class teacher and favorite subjects.

Examples of beautiful short poems about school for children

School...How many warm, good memories are associated with this time! Starting from the time we crossed the threshold of the very first class in our lives and ending with the Last Bell, there were always wise, friendly, talented teachers next to us. They taught us not only penmanship, grammar and arithmetic, but also taught us moral lessons, gave us advice, and supported us. The children put their whole souls into short, beautiful poems about school life, telling them at formal assemblies, holidays, and class celebrations. You will find examples of such wonderful stanzas here.

The cheerful bell will ring,
And the notebook will open.
Here comes the school, here comes the school
He is calling us again.
Somewhere my favorite ball is sleeping,
Everyone is a student again.
The problem maker smiles,
And the fives are waiting for the diary.
We don't go fishing.
The call is ringing.
Goodbye, jump rope,
Forest, clearing, stream.
There’s a new backpack behind me,
There are five lessons ahead.
Hello school, hello school!
No more time to play!

How I love school, mom!
In the morning noisy crowd
We come to class the very best...
This class is of course mine.
There is no more beautiful school in the world:
It's cozy and warm here.
And with our teacher
I admit, we were lucky.
Doesn't swear angrily
Even if he puts “two”,
And he will show it in a businesslike manner,
Where the mistake is, let us know.
May there be many lessons at school,
We will overcome, no problem!
Start at the door
Our school years...

To the teacher

You opened the doors to a great life for us,
You not only taught us the alphabet.
Teacher! We love you, we believe you!
We learned lessons in kindness!
Our journey through life has just begun,
Thank you - it started as it should.
We wish you health and good luck,
Students - good and obedient!

Short and funny poems about lessons and school

Funny poems about school life can become a separate number at a holiday concert dedicated to Teacher's Day, the First or Last Bell. Each of these short poems is a small story about fun breaks, funny incidents in the school buffet or cafeteria, comical stories related to tests, exams, and incredible situations in the classroom. The funny rhymes tell about real school “workaholics” and lazy people, notorious hooligans and excellent students, a strict director and unyielding head teachers.

Examples of funny short poems about school and lessons

Losers are running around
A whole evening on the slide.
And I'm sitting over books,
I need A's.
Legs are numb
And my back has a cold.
I'd rather retire
Take a well-deserved rest.

The problem is not solved -
even kill me!
Think, think, head
hurry up!
Think, think, head,
I'll give you some candy
On your birthday I'll give you
A new beret.
Think think -
For once I ask!
I'll wash you with soap!
I'll comb it!
We are with you
Not strangers to each other.
Help out!
Otherwise I’ll hit you on the top of your head!

What's first?
Will the cat learn?
- Grab it!
What's first?
Will the bird learn?
- Fly!
What's first?
Will the student learn?
- Read!

Good poems about 1st grade at school

It is a rare person who cannot remember his first day of school - September 1st in 1st grade becomes so exciting for each of us. Elegant, beautifully combed girls with large bows on their heads and first-grader boys in strict suits, the first in their lives, standing on the line dedicated to the First Bell, at first they are timid, hiding behind their parents. Later, after a month or two, first-graders become so comfortable at school that they rush around during breaks, not paying attention to the comments of the guards on duty. 1st grade is remembered by every acquaintance with the teacher, the rules of behavior in the classroom that are still unclear, and the first homework. In the kind poems dedicated to this almost carefree time of childhood, many warm words are addressed to the teachers, their patience and wisdom.

Examples of good poems about 1st grade at school

Arriving in 1st grade, within a few days every student understands that at school they will have to work hard in order to gain deep knowledge about the world and learn the basics of science. A wise first teacher is always ready to come to the aid of first-graders, tell them how to quickly learn to count, read, and remember the stories they read. You will find examples of good poems dedicated to talented teachers and mischievous schoolchildren here.

Grown up boy

I won't take my spinning top with me,
Big green ball
And also a hare and an owl
And a pink tram...
I'm going to first grade tomorrow
Now I'm a grown boy!

The very first day of school

Twins in brand new outfits
They are in a hurry, as if to a parade:
“Now we are both first-graders!”
The little eyes are burning with sparks. -

Mom took us to school
And I remembered my childhood again:
How my fingers were covered in ink,
And in blots - a bag and a notebook.

Now everything is clean, tidy,
And school is our cozy home...
But there are also spots on the sun -
We’ll find something to get dirty with!

We sit together at a new desk,
If you want, we can change seats.
But... just something is not clear:
There is a board, and a table, and books,

Where are the dolls? Where are the toys?
Lessons - three hours straight...
No! School is very boring!
Let's go back... to kindergarten!"

To school

Yellow leaves are flying,
It's a fun day.
Sees off kindergarten
The kids are going to school.
Our flowers have faded,
Birds fly away.
-You are going for the first time
to study in first grade.
Sad dolls sitting
On an empty terrace.
Our cheerful kindergarten
Reminisce in class.
Remember the garden
A river in a distant field...
We are also in a year
We'll be with you at school.
The country train has departed,
Rushing past the windows...
-They promised well
best to learn!

School is a bright house,
We will study in it.
There we will learn to write,
Add and multiply.
We learn a lot at school:
About your beloved land,
About mountains and oceans,
About continents and countries;
And where do the rivers flow?
And what were the Greeks like?
And what kind of seas are there?
And how the Earth rotates.
The school has workshops...
There are countless interesting things to do!
And the call is fun.
This is what “school” means!

Comic children's poems about school and teachers

Thousands of wonderful, funny children's poems are dedicated to school and teachers. A few rhymed lines briefly tell about jokes on teachers and students, about competitions and awarding of winners, about long-awaited “A”s and hated “Fs.” Poems about school life are written not only by professional writers, but also by children themselves.

Examples of humorous children's poems and funny rhymes about teachers and school

The first and last school bells always open with performances by boys and girls reciting funny children's poems. By memorizing simple rhymes, children strengthen their memory, train their thinking, and develop their horizons. In poems, schoolchildren thank their teachers for their patience, kindness, and care shown towards each student.

How easy it is to become an excellent student

To look decent
I began to study with excellent marks.
I add threes to twos -
It turns out to be A's.
And now, undoubtedly,
The diary is spacious!

Very difficult in class

It's hard for Slava in class
From call to call.
Either the chair got too wide,
Either the desk is high.

Is it a hard seat?
It is impossible to sit up straight.
Is it a delicious bun?
And you can’t help but eat it.

Either you want to get some sleep,
There is no strength to resist.
Someone threw a piece of paper
You have to throw two in response.

The teacher is muttering at the blackboard,
There is a beautiful view from the window.
- Hey, teacher, shut up.
Your head hurts.

But when he says menacingly
- Ivanov, go to the board, -
Breaking the dream of the beach
And wallowing in the sand,

Then the whole day is ruined!
Well, what's the use of Glory?
Eh, I wish I could go home, but, however,
There is still a lesson ahead.

On the back desk

Schoolboy Petya in class
With childish joy in your eyes
Everything flies like a magpie
In endless skies.

In September, April, March
Indifferent and wonderful
He sits in the back row
And he always looks out the window.

Take a break for a little bit
If the teacher calls.
And again he looks out the window
To the endless sky.

Someone is fiddling with a toy
Someone hesitates at the blackboard,
Someone is whispering to a friend,
Someone argues like a man

Someone is waiting for the end of the lesson,
Someone is learning the alphabet.
Only Petya is lonely
Everyone is looking out the window.

And schoolboy Petya doesn’t know
Watching the cranes
What did the children call him?
"Backside viewer."

Short poems about elementary school

When finishing kindergarten, every child looks forward not only to the onset of summer, but also to the arrival of the most important day in his life - September 1st. Primary school gives us the most knowledge ever gained. Over the course of four years, from a first-grader who barely knows how to put letters into syllables, an intelligent student grows up, ready, however, not only to do his homework every day, but also to play pranks at recess with his friends and kick a ball in the school yard. During the first 4 years of schooling, children become sociable, proactive, and active. Primary school prepares them to be introduced to new subjects and teachers. Many short poems about this period of life are dedicated to the first teachers.

Examples of short poems about elementary school

While first-graders are often shy in class, 2nd-grade students already feel free and comfortable at school. The children are greatly helped by their first teacher, who is always nearby at the right moment, telling them how to act in a difficult situation that has arisen in the team, supporting their initiatives, and encouraging their talents. You will find examples of short poems about life in elementary school on this page.

Three roads

I came to first grade
Along one of three roads.
I had to every time
Choose one of the three.
The first of them was
The long street of the village.
There from the windows, from the gates
People kept looking.
I met comrades
I could tell them apart from a block away,
He was waiting for someone
He was catching up with someone.
And the second one is behind the bridge
By a hidden path
Climbing through the dense spruce forest.
Listen to the birds. Sing a song.
Sit on the stump for a while
Alone with myself.
The third trail is short.
Three minutes until the bell.
You rush headlong,
Between the first two.

Days after days flew by, flashed like dreams,
And no more than a week remains in spring.
This means that the road called “first class” has been passed.
Here summer is at the doorstep - Waiting for us, hurrying us.
Summer is calling us somewhere - Away from work and worries...
So, guys, our first school year is over.
It was both joyful and difficult for each of us.
We will never forget you, our first class.
We are parting today - But sometimes in the autumn
Let's go back to class again, but now to the second one.
Let's run, come, let's come To our school
- in the meantime, let's celebrate our holiday together -
Last call day.

We finished primary school.
And we are sad to say goodbye to you!
Our first teacher, we are in direct text
We want to confess our love to you here!
Thank you for your dedicated work!
For giving us knowledge!
Don't let any years get you down!
We wish you to be happy

Touching poems about school and teachers

At the Last Bell, graduates always perform, telling touching poems about their beloved school and teachers, who became not only mentors for them, but also true comrades, in front of the assembled classes. Finishing 9th or 11th grade, former schoolchildren fondly remember every day spent within the walls of their home school and wish their classmates to find their calling in life and happiness.

Examples of touching poems about school and teachers

Schoolchildren always recite the most touching poems about teachers at such big celebrations as the First and Last Bells and Teacher's Day. With the help of their parents and older sisters and brothers, children in elementary grades learn the simplest poems about lessons, class, and school life. High school students thank their favorite teachers for their hard work by dedicating long lyrical works to them. You will find examples of such rhymes here.

What a pity that childhood is passing away!
We will never return to it.
I should dress in a short sundress,
I wish I could run through the puddles in the morning,

I wish I could get dirty in ink like before,
The boys should hide the briefcase around the corner,
Get smeared with chalk from head to toe,
Hand over waste paper, scrap metal,

March on the morning line,
Raise the school flag with pride.
Sometimes you don’t listen to teachers,
But not out of malice, but to amuse the guys,

Open a museum in our beloved school,
Meet guests at holidays, other children,
And play games of your own free will,
To be proud of our achievements.

And someone will say that our school is “not very good”,
And I still talk about her with love!
And in the future, perhaps, my grandchildren
I will proudly bring you to these walls!

Now it's time to say goodbye,
The bell rings...
We will say: “School, goodbye,”
Everything has its time, everything has its time."
We are in no hurry to say goodbye
And a hundred times nicer now
We will become images and faces
Relatives of your teachers.
But the hour has come, we know it,
And at this special hour
We gratefully invite you
To the school ball, to the school waltz!..

When you're only seventeen
Having parted with the student bench,
Sometimes it can be difficult to figure out:
Where to go, which road?

And let the first path along it be difficult,
So as not to turn towards side paths.
Let your conscience be everywhere for you
Your advisor and compass.

But even though we are parting ways with school,
There is no room for sadness and longing.
Still we remain in our hearts
Near the school desk and blackboard!

Having already entered primary school, 1st grade, children gradually begin to memorize short poems. Gradually, the children learn to memorize more and more complex works, training their memory. Speaking at holidays in honor of the First or Last Bell, Teacher's Day, September 1, children can recite short, beautiful, slightly touching and funny poems about school and teachers on the line, examples of which we have posted on our page.