Top 10 Best Poems About Education

We grow through the school years

Carrying the longing for friends and teachers

From the first moments of writing crooked letters

The 'i' we kept reading, never quite complete.

Then we grow with each passing year

Learning from even more teachers

The pure memories of school days

Years go by, but we forever cherish our teachers' love.

White chalk, blackboards, daily lessons

The greatest joy for the teachers

Hoping their students grow strong and wise

To help build a beautiful, prosperous homeland.

Yet often, we forget one important thing

The first and eternal teachers in our lives are our parents

They taught us from the smallest lessons

With thoroughness, patience, comfort, and encouragement…

Author: Tạ Thăng Hùng

The first day at school

I was still hesitant, unsure of what to do

My voice was the same as before

But now it felt different, for today I am the teacher,

So many eyes were on me, listening to my teachings

I poured my heart into sharing wise words.

That first moment, when I touched the lesson plan

I thought to myself, I will love this teaching profession, teach with passion

I will care for my students each day

Helping them spread their wings and reach their dreams.

Author: Giản Đơn

The old phoenix tree hangs high, ushering in the summer

On the podium, the teacher's voice suddenly quiets:

“Students, please try your best… this year is the final year…”

A lump in the throat… chalk dust swirling around.

Was it yesterday or months ago?

I excitedly stepped into the high school gates

Pity for the rice plant, which blossomed from a grain of rice

The teacher nurtured the golden harvest, the land echoing the songs of the fields.

Tomorrow the teacher will leave, does the old schoolyard feel the pain?

Or does the longing get buried in the dust?

Though there is bitterness, though a thousand pains and regrets

What hardships did the teacher leave behind for the future?

Tomorrow the teacher will leave, the season calls the sun higher

The teacher's clothes are gray like the old pages of notebooks

I want to call out, but my heart aches with sorrow

How many times have I misbehaved, teacher!

-Collected-

Teachers are the stars that light the way

They are the streetlights guiding our steps

And the female teachers are like gentle, noble mothers

Whom the heavens have chosen to teach us.

Once a year, a special day comes

The twentieth of November, a day for Teachers

Students adorn the day with their gratitude

Silk scarves, elegant dresses, they come to congratulate

The autumn sun shines beautifully, the day is filled with joy

Some bring lilies, others bring beautiful chrysanthemums

They eagerly express their affection

All the tiredness of teachers, comforting and nurturing

Now, in these few precious minutes

We gather together, honoring the teachers

A joyful day for educators

Wishing teachers good health, and the strength to nurture future generations.

-Collected-

Literature is an art

That's absolutely right, teacher

Literature brings the most beautiful things!

Literature flies to distant lands!

Literature teaches us love and hate

From Tấm and Cám, Mị Châu…

The tale of the cold winds,

Why does the rain fall during the summer?

It tells of a time long ago

From the French resistance, from the American war

It tells of countless dreams

Of the soldiers who fought.

Literature teaches us how to believe

In the value of life

The struggles and hardships

Of grandmothers and mothers in the fields...

Teacher, do you know?

I know that the world

Holds so many beautiful things left

There are so many new books

That I haven't seen yet

That I haven't felt yet.

Literature is so lovely

It is truly so admirable?

Like mother and father

Like the stories told by our ancestors...

Literature is also love

For simple things

It makes us feel, dream

It teaches us to love, to cry, or to smile

Where does literature come from?

Surely from grandmothers, from mothers

Then from teachers

Who have given so much

With love...

With passion...

For the subject of literature…

-Collected-

I returned to visit my old school

And saw the golden leaves falling with the change of seasons

I recognized my teacher from those days

His hair now streaked with gray, a sign of age

He retired many autumns ago

But still visits here, quietly observing the old school

Time cannot erase those long-gone days

He still loves the profession of steering the ferry

The boat he steers is filled with dreams

He guided us across all shores

We have become people, and we shall become intellectuals

Fully dedicated to the education of young children

I chose the same path as my teacher

Studying education to follow in his footsteps

I traveled to distant lands

To bring knowledge to many people

Thank you, teacher, for teaching me

The first lesson of life

To be the one who steers the small boat

Just remember...

Be steadfast, with a passionate heart and firm mind!

-Vũ Yến Vũ-

Many months and years have passed

With a heart of gold and a firm resolve in my hands

The rhythm of life is ever-changing

From the green of hope… to long, uncertain journeys

Who guided me to this path of life?

It led me through layers of struggles

The boat I steer, fate binds me to its shore

Carrying many springs through the dimming dusk...

Lost in thoughts of poetry

Forgetting names, forgetting voices, recounting the gratitude

My wish is for every spring to be wise

To build a prosperous nation, and honor our ancestors' name

The oar now leans against the corner of the sky

Still swaying with the rhythm of the paddle from long ago...

In the cycle of reincarnation, this new life is bestowed upon me

I – the ferryman, gliding smoothly to the shore of devotion.

-Nguyễn Văn Thái-

You're back, my teacher?
Take a break, I'll warm the soup for you
On winter nights, I worry about your cold hands
Still, I wait for your meal, my dear

Homemade meals, some familiar dishes
Seasoned with love and understanding
You've added warmth, much more than before
Through bitter and sweet, keep eating, my dear

Are you about to sleep, your lesson plans so full?
Yet you still think about tomorrow's events
It's past midnight, and you're still reviewing
Your grades not quite right, sleep eludes you

Early morning, you head out to school,
Still troubled by last night's embrace.
Rushing to work, sending a quick text,
"Mom will be free soon, I'll make it up to you!"

You still love your job with all your heart
Full of passion for young minds to guide
Facing deadlines, you rise strong and bright
Burning with dedication for your students

When caring for others, you miss your own child
You turn away, hiding a tear in your eye
"Why was I harsh on my child last night?
Now I'm left to ponder and regret."

On tired days, your mind spinning in circles
Yet you smile brightly to parents' faces
Even on sick days, you push through with grace
Only after work do you rest, my dear...

Love means understanding each other
So I wrote this poem, leaving words unsaid
You are proud of your school, and so am I
I'm proud to have you by my side.

Author: Đỗ Văn Bảo

Childhood mornings, heading to school

Teachers guiding us, lessons to recall

Learning to dance and sing

Studying letters, absorbing love's embrace

Teachers show the way, every path

Teaching us to grow, to rise, to thrive.

When I left the school behind

Emotions flood, memories of the place

Missing the teachers I adored

Missing the blooming flamboyant tree through the years

The place where I once played and ran

Where the trees shaded me on bright days.

Today I return, here once more

To visit the school, to greet my teachers

The trees wave their leaves in a warm hello

The playground still lively, bustling with students

Teachers still full of warmth and care

Devoted to their craft, spreading knowledge and love.

I greet my teachers with joy

Celebrating Teacher's Day, honoring them all

Feeling the same happiness as back then

Still remembering their wisdom every day

I hope to grow and one day

Follow in their footsteps, becoming a teacher myself.

Author: Phương Vương

Forever grateful for our teachers' love

Day and night, teaching us all that’s true

Each autumn… the golden leaves fall

While our teacher’s hair turns gray, our mentor’s hands grow frail.

Striving to make each lesson perfect

So that students are eager to learn with joy

Teachers endure their exhaustion

Only wishing for their students' success and fame.

Carefully choosing each word with love

Even when hardships surround their lives

Teachers give their hearts and souls

Silently sacrificing to bring honor to the world.

Teacher’s Day is drawing near

This poem I write, sending my gratitude

I will always remember this debt of love

No matter the storms, I will never forget.

Author: Thuý Hải