Top 10 Best Educational Poems for Preschoolers

The child learns the color blue

The teacher shows the color red

Following her gentle pointer

The child learns the color yellow

The teacher’s finger moves with grace

And introduces the color purple

Step by step, color by color

The child learns all seven hues

The teacher and child share a smile

A smile reflected in their eyes.

Author: Vũ Minh Tâm

Class time is over

Now it’s time to play

Come along, everyone

Let’s join the fun together

I’ll be the doctor

Wearing my stethoscope

You can be the nurse

And check on the patients

Others can play as builders

Constructing houses for families

We can also shop together

At the little store corner

Or go to the garden

Watering flowers and pulling weeds

We’ll pretend to be teachers

And teach our fellow students

Recite poems, sing, and dance

Perform plays and draw pictures

Making art in the corner

And moving to the study area

Coloring letters and reading poems

Playtime feels like a dream

When little ones become big

It’s so much fun!

Welcome to the world of childhood.

Author: Phạm Thụy Quỳnh Anh

The little kitten was feeling sad

Tomorrow’s the day for school

Quickly, it found an excuse

"My tail hurts! I can’t go!"

The sheep said, "Let me help you heal

But to fix it quickly

We should cut it off completely!"

"Cut my tail off? Oh no, that’s too much!

Fine, fine, I’ll go to school now."

"Cut my tail off? Oh no, please don’t!

I’ll go to school right away!"

(Collected)

On the first day of school,

The teacher taught the letter O.

The rooster crowed with delight,

"Cock-a-doodle-doo!" loud and bright.

The hen, though, was not so swift,

Struggling with the letter shift.

She scratched the ground in search of straw,

But couldn’t quite recall the law.

In writing class, the rooster scratched,

His letters crooked, unevenly matched.

The hen, so proud, turned in her work,

Her O as round as an egg, with a perk.

Her letter O was like a round egg,

Everyone around was eager to beg.

Author: Phan Trung Hiếu

Every time we enter class,

Our teacher greets us with a smile, so bright.

She teaches with passion, lost in her lesson,

Her voice warm and full of affection.

If anyone misbehaves,

She doesn't approve, no matter the wave.

If you're diligent and good,

She loves you, just as she should.

Like a grain of salt, so small but so dear,

Like flowers in the wild, so pure and clear.

She's our teacher, who can deny?

Everyone loves her, that's no lie.

(Collected)

Our teacher, so gentle, like a sweet lullaby,

Her voice warm and comforting, like a mother's sigh.

She brings autumn with her,

With golden fruits ripe and sweet.

A season full of hope,

With birds singing cheerfully in the schoolyard.

Every morning as I walk into class,

I see her there, ready to greet us all.

"Good morning, teacher!" we say,

And she smiles brightly, lighting up the day.

She teaches us to write with care,

As the scent of jasmine fills the air.

The sunlight peeks into the classroom,

Watching us study, learning with enthusiasm.

The words she speaks linger in our hearts,

Like fresh pages of books, with fragrant art.

We treasure her love, which we see and feel,

And we cherish every 10-point mark she gives us, so real.

(Collected)

The little duck is busy drawing,

Sketching a picture of the sun shining bright,

But then, the pig calls out from the side,

The duck, startled, makes a sudden fright.

Oh no! The paint spilled and splashed!

It splattered everywhere, a colorful mess.

It stained the duck's little coat,

And the duck, upset, cried out in distress.

"Oh dear, what happened, Piggy?"

"I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to cause this!"

But Pig apologized, trying to make things right,

And the little duck, smiling, forgave with all might.

“Next time, be careful!” the duck did say,

And their friendship was stronger, day by day.

(Collected)

Mom, oh mom, the teacher says,

My little hands are so tiny,

I clap them softly, gentle and light,

But together, they make a sound so mighty!

Mom, oh mom, the teacher teaches,

We must keep our hands clean,

If they're dirty, oh what a mess,

Your clothes will be stained, so pristine!

Mom, oh mom, the teacher reminds,

We should play nicely with our friends,

Arguing brings no joy at all,

Our pretty mouths should speak kind words instead.

(Collected)

One pair of scissors

Two cups

Three spoons

Four hats

Then I count

Five birds flying high

I search for the number six

Seven watermelons ripe

Eight cars zooming by

I practice coloring

Learning to write numbers

Can anyone guess

Nine juicy mangoes

Counting them all correctly

Ten little ducks

Oh, how fun!

Just ten numbers, but my toys

Are endless and more

Endless shapes to draw

Many sweet fruits to enjoy

Many dragonflies to see

Many ants marching on

I count again

I color with joy

Mom never knew

I'm good at math!

(Collected)

The child just started school

When returning home, they sing so sweetly

Washing hands before eating

"My teacher said to do this"

When eating, invite parents to join

Always share with younger siblings

Not letting rice spill out

"My teacher said to do this"

"My teacher said to do this"

Every good thing is reminded

So, my dear, remember

To always listen to your teacher's words.

(Collected)