Top 15 Most Beautiful Poems About School Days

Poem by Tú Trần

It’s been a long time since I visited my old school
Bringing back memories that flood my heart
School days with my childhood friends in the countryside
Walking barefoot, heading home after each day

The village road from back then, filled with dust and wind
After school, we would chase each other on the way home
On both sides, bamboo groves and betel nut trees
Reminding me that summer will always come again

School life with so many mischievous moments
Now I pass by and the silence overwhelms me
The phoenix trees are towering now, reaching the sky
The old classrooms from those days are still standing there

In the middle of the schoolyard, the red flag waves
Far from the school, we look toward our future
Old friends, when will we meet again?
Teachers, how are you doing now?

So many thoughts fill my heart with emotion
Written in this poem, to share with everyone
I hope this life stays beautiful forever
Always remembering the beloved teachers...

The first love, I remember you so much

I miss the school days, filled with dreams of youth

The white uniforms fluttering in the wind as school ends

Shy love letters, the first dreams of youth.

The sweet memories of those pure years

Though scattered far and wide, the love remains

There’s the old banyan tree, its branches swaying in the breeze

Its bark rough, still marking the names we carved.

Who’s far away, who remembers, who forgets?

Our first love, with names still engraved

The letters slanting, with red ink flowing

Next to the rose, two hearts were intertwined.

Decades have passed, like fish in the water, birds in the sky

Some are far away, others search for memories

And the dreams of youth flicker out

Leaving regret, as the purple twilight settles.

Summer returns, and the longing grows deeper

Missing the old banyan tree standing alone in the yard

Who, far away, has ever come back

To find a time of innocent love?

Collected

Thơ Hoàng Chẩm

Tháng Năm về em vùi sâu mùa nhớ
Cánh phượng hồng xưa rụng trải hết mùa thi
Dòng chữ viết tặng nhau thay lời giã biệt
Nỗi buồn dâng lên tận một bờ mi...

Mùa hạ cũ như đong đầy nỗi nhớ
Chiều trong nhau bâng khuâng một níu tay
Vuông cỏ mềm e ấp lòng thưa gửi
Mai xa rồi... dấu môi một tình bay

Mùa hạ trắng em đếm ngày xa vắng
Chút riêng mang từ độ áo sờn vai
Tóc biếng chải giấu buồn... trong màu khói
Sóng từng cơn lùa vọng một phôi phai.

Poem by Thanh Tâm

In May, I hum to the tune of the music,
The "Phoenix Blossom" softly sings a melody,
My heart hesitates as I write my farewell notes,
In the schoolyard, bathed in the golden sunlight.

In May, you, in your graceful white dress,
Pure innocence, a beauty so endless,
Smiles like sunlight fill the entire yard,
Exchanging autograph books with tiny pressed flowers.

In May, you, with cheeks blushing red,
Shy, holding a bunch of purple flowers in hand,
Suddenly startled, friends run in circles around,
"Gift me that, little schoolgirl," they tease.

You smile and say: "I really dislike you all,
You’ve woken me from my sweet dream.
I feel so sad, as each of us goes our separate ways,
Just when I was lost in thought, you all came running."

May arrives, and the Phoenix flowers light up a thousand candles,
Time, oh time! The days of school are over,
Tomorrow, each of us will be going our separate ways,
Oh! The feeling of longing in my heart is so hard to express.

If someday each of us goes our own way,
Remember to return to the memories of today,
The promises, the sweet words, the flowers in bloom,
Keep them in your heart, always…

Poem by Nguyễn Ruyến

Schoolboy love,
Looking back, it feels... so joyful.
Two of us liked each other in the final days of school,
When we met on the street, too shy to even walk straight,
A glance exchanged, silently promising to meet again.

Schoolboy love,
Looking back, it feels... a bit foolish.
Secretly admiring someone, but too shy to say a word,
My friends said... she's the prettiest in class,
But how do you start a conversation when it's time to say goodbye?

Schoolboy love,
Looking back, it feels... bittersweet.
Bittersweet like the sting in your nose when you were close,
And then they left, far away, to distant lands,
Where the battlefield silenced the winds forever.

Schoolboy love,
Looking back, it feels... so sweet.
We liked each other so much, but couldn't express it,
Decades later, at a reunion, we just laugh,
Too shy to admit it, unsure if it’s still there.
...
Schoolboy love,
Full and empty, like the moon's cycle,
Shaping our growth, nurturing maturity,
Leaving behind memories in the flow of life,

Poem by Nguyễn Thị Hồng Hạnh

Do you remember after leaving school?
The red flame tree still blooms with its bright colors,
The trees gently sway, whispering to the breeze,
The sound of cicadas fills the schoolyard.

Remember the hallway, the windows that always beckoned,
Remember the desks, the blackboard, and the white chalk,
When everything buzzed under the sun,
And the figures of teachers remained vivid in our minds.

Three years of school felt like a fleeting dream,
When will the days of wearing white uniforms come again?
Now, we’ve left school, but tell me,
Is the affection of teachers and friends truly gone?

Poem by Nguyễn Hồng Linh

Summer has arrived, just before the gate, my dear,
The bees sip nectar from flowers among the leaves,
The golden butterflies flutter in the quiet corners,
And the nightingales chirp cheerfully on the lime tree branch.

I sit by the window, recalling the days of youth,
So vivid, my love, the dreams we once shared,
The innocent affection, the sweet moments of longing,
The nights spent under the soft glow of the moonlight.

The flowers shimmer in the sunlight, as beautiful as a painting,
The white school uniforms, delicate like a spider’s thread,
Are there any sorrows... that glisten like dew drops?
Who will carry the red phoenix petals... rushing away so fast?

The cicadas sing under the scorching sun,
Spring has gone, and summer is here, reluctant but inevitable.
With a hand outstretched, I try to hold onto the fleeting spring,
Life is too short, and love too fragile to last.

Thơ Hoàng Kao Bình

Tháng năm về đan quyện giấc mơ say
Mà ai đã thổn thức gầy tim nhỏ
Bù đắp lại những tuần trăng vò võ
Đợi trông nàng... đâu có thấy tin sang

Trời nắng trong, nhành phượng thắm bẽ bàng
Thời hoa đỏ rẽ ngang mùa thương nhớ
Đường muôn lối, nẻo đời mơ... cách trở
Tiếng ve chùng nguôi bỡ ngỡ đêm thương

Tuổi ngày thơ
cùng trang sách tới trường
Thuở mái tóc... Bưởi nồng hương màu nắng
Điều chưa nói... thẹn thùng nên nín lặng
Ước một lần.. sao chẳng thốt lên câu

Tháng năm xưa, ai đó vội qua cầu
Đàn chim sáo lùa trâu về chung ngõ
Tự dưng thiếu... để rồi quên ướm ngỏ
Chắc hạ thương hiểu rõ lạc trôi mùa...

Poem by Tống Thu Ngân

How can one forget the past so bright?
The white shirt fluttering under the coconut light.
Who made your white dress wet in the rain?
What caused this, the sky weeping in vain?

A student stood there, his eyes full of awe,
The rain soaked through her pure white flaw.
He offered a thin purple raincoat, so light,
But was it really love that he sought to ignite?

He asked, "Sister, tell me, do you care?
The teacher's love is true, beyond compare.
The raincoat’s not enough to shield you from the storm,
But love still lingers, quietly taking form…"

Years passed, seasons of rain and sun,
The raincoat and love had their run.
It shielded her in the storm’s embrace,
Yet the love it carried remained a quiet trace.

Spring returned, the battles all but done,
But still, she held the memory of the one.
The sister who had loved, so gentle, so bright,
All carried within her, a love's sweet light.

In the South-West, the sounds of war rang clear,
She followed the call, leaving without fear.
But still, she carried that love so deep,
As the afternoon rain fell, memories would seep.

The farewell kiss, the first and the last,
Who knew the future, so quick to pass?
She went away, never to return,
Leaving behind the first love that still burned.

We’ve long since parted, have you known this truth?
All these years beneath the coconut's roof.
She sat by the window, her hair to dry,
And tears would fall with each goodbye.

She never came back, and the rain kept falling,
The leaves outside, to memories calling.
The rain dispersed, who would still care?
We’ve parted ways... leaving her in despair.

Years have passed, and she still waits, hoping,
Thinking perhaps one day, he’ll come back, coping.
In her dreams, through the alleyway, he’ll return,
And all the years will fade in the moon’s return…

Poem by Hải Tiến Đỗ

The road home, familiar with every step

Summer arrives, cicadas sing, their voices fill the air
Tung-tung, the drum beats replace the words
Memories are gifted, my friend, keep them close

Time counts, a moment of trust

The purple butterfly tree stands tall, watching passersby
The golden mimosa drops its wings gently
Fallen petals, a gift to bid farewell

The red phoenix flowers bid me farewell
Footprints left behind, the teacher's kindness lingers
Teachers guide the boat through the waves
Leading the way with lessons, both big and small

Friends, with memories and love so deep
Though distance separates us, the bond is strong
Our yearbook, filled with passion
Words we shared, still linger on

When summer ends, we return to school
Our feet know the path, the road ahead
The gift of friendship, ever present
Teachers’ lessons shaping who we are

Summer returns, with laughter and songs
Teachers' words echo in our minds
Summer returns, honoring our friendship
It recalls the moments that color our lives...

Poem by Trần Lộc

The birds chirp, we're still so young at heart

Back at school, memories of teachers and friends

With a heart full of nostalgia, I search for the past

Carrying with me memories that won’t fade away.

Some of the boys... their hair is now white

They embrace each other boldly, reminiscing old loves

Whispering silent affections they never shared

Still holding on to regrets that linger to this day.

...

Reunited, we chat about the good old days

Living on simple meals, clothes always more than enough

Early mornings, we call out to one another

Walking barefoot to class, not caring about the rain

Always the mischievous ones, never giving up

Old as we are, the kids can never keep up

But we laugh, letting the little ones run wild

Then walk away, lost in thought and memories.

Poem by Nghi Lâm

Summer returns to me when the flamboyant flowers bloom

The streets and corners wave gently in greeting

The old school stirs emotions in my heart

As it warmly welcomes the familiar faces I cherish.

As I walk, autumn arrives with its quiet beauty

The purple flowers no longer shine as brightly

The river, so full of romance, carries with it a love so deep

Yet sadness flows quietly past a little house by the shore.

Welcoming you into a garden soaked in golden sunshine

Butterflies dance around chrysanthemums and orchids

The cicadas sing softly, setting a rhythm of joy

As the red flamboyant blooms glow brightly in the air.

You're still the same charming girl from before

Your dark eyes gleam with a beauty that captures hearts

Your jet-black hair falls gracefully over your shoulders

You skip lightly through the narrow alleyway,

To the place where memories of youthful days live on

With dear friends, classmates, and schoolmates

The farewell notes still echo in our hearts

As we part with a bittersweet longing in our souls.

Summer returns to me, stirring so many emotions

Reminding me of that innocent, youthful love

That kept me awake through the long nights, dreaming

And holding onto those memories with every meeting, every promise...

These memories fade, like the purple flowers in bloom

FOR YOU, I WILL ALWAYS REMEMBER... THE SUMMER OF YESTERYEAR!

Poem by Ngọc Bùi

May returns, with flowers gleaming in the sunlight

The sky is clear, clouds drifting lazily by

Flamboyant blooms scatter, reminding me of days long past

The white uniform, the youthful days of those years.

May returns, memories still linger

The same path, lined with towering trees

A sad tune hums as cicadas sing

A symphony in the deep heat of a summer afternoon.

May returns, bringing with it a distant sadness

Who remembers whom from those school days?

The innocent gaze, the long flowing hair

So carefree! Bringing back these nostalgic feelings.

May returns! The red petals of the flamboyant bloom again

Just like that dream-like love from those days

I gather the petals and weave them into poems

In our yearbook — a time forever etched in memory!

Poem by Vũ Như

June returns... do you feel the stir within?

Does the surge of memories awaken distant longing?

June returns... the flamboyant blossoms bloom once more

The youth embrace the summer with hearts full of joy.

June returns... wrapped in endless yearning

Lost in the mists of a time long gone

You... the rose of my heart, causing it to beat faster

With your smile and gaze, I find my shore of love.

June returns... with so many lingering thoughts

The schoolyard, with its red blooms, and sun-soaked paths

You, beside me, in your pure white dress

Your laughter fills the silence, so innocent and sweet.

June returns... with a rush of passion

The fragrance of the soapberry flowers, tangled in your hair

You beside me, playful and a bit shy

Your dreamy eyes, confused in the sky of love.

June returns... with soft evening light

The sunset, in shades of purple, sways with the wind

Only I remain, silently lost in memories

Missing you... longing for the shadow of your presence.

June returns... with a gentle rain falling

The birds cry out, lost from their flock

I think of you, with a depth of emotion

Hoping one day, we’ll once again walk side by side.

June returns... I miss you so much... my love.

Poetry: Kim Phu

The red flamboyant blooms brightly everywhere
The cicadas hum incessantly on every summer noon
My heart stirs with memories, longing for the past
The days of youth, the time of school years

I still recall the old path we walked
At dawn, you would accompany me to school
The red petals of the flamboyant scattered in your hair
As the moon rises, I study with books in hand

The flamboyant tree still carries its vibrant red color this year
But I walk alone by the lake
Without you whispering beside me?
Let the past remain intact in my mind

From afar, I believe you're thinking the same
As summer arrives, the flamboyant blooms and cicadas sing of separation
Years have passed, but it feels like it was just yesterday
Oh, how I miss the days of youth in our white school uniforms!