The best primary poems

  • A selection of the poetry sent in by international schools for the primary section

Late Night Working

Mildred’s pale blue dress shining in the light

Heavy rain drumming against the window

The room held the scent of a memory

I yawned slowly and rubbed the smooth table

Some whisky from my secret flask,

To keep me awake.

I was as tired as an old cat.


The rain now turning into a storm,

“You can go home,” I said to Mildred

“And what if I want to stay?” she replied.

Angry lightning flashed in a cloud

The thunder was so loud it was almost deafening.

Cielo Davies, Age 10

Swans Primary School

Selected as Best Primary Poem.

“Striking imagery abounds from the opening line onwards. Referencing the anger of lightning and the scent of a memory were particularly nice touches, I think,” said Peter Edgerton.

This poem was part of a project that required students to respond to an Edward Hopper painting.

My Favourite Trip

Going from Paris to,

Disney Pixar,

My memory,

Through the window,

Moon like a meteor,

Darkness of train ramp,

Black cars like chaos,

The dark Eiffel Tower

Looked like,

A giant ink machine,




Youssef Riyani Elkhiln, Age 7

Laude San Pedro International College

Selected as runner-up primary poem.

Haiku Poem

The princess looks out

Of the window and all her

Memory comes back

She reminds herself

Of a nice prince and says my

Wedding will be soon

Look how she walks and

She presents to you her prince

Wearing a white dress

Amy Marcinko, Age 8

Novaschool Sunland International

The Chair

I look out the window

And see kids playing

playing happily in the snow

As I have memories

Memories of when I was out there

Not stuck in this little wheelchair

Every night I say a prayer

That I wasn´t here

In this treacherous chair

That I was playing in the sun

Every weekend

Having fun

But I guess I´m stuck

Not for eternity

With any luck

Mercedez Zurburg, Age 10

Novaschool Sunland International

A House from the Spies' Eyes

In a big city in a big building in a big place,

Lived two people who stayed there the whole day

one was staring intensely at a book

The other one was playing the piano

you could hear the whistle of the wind

mixing with the music in the breeze.

On the carefully painted walls rested

two pictures,

Each one a memory.

In the most wonderful of them all.

The curtains were as white as snow.

There was a gentle smell of roses

beautiful as spring.

A red shimmer of a satire.

But who am I?

I am the one who spies out of my thin glass window.

I am the one who is seeing everybody.

With a twitch of my eye, with a glance in a day,

I could see everybody the same way.

At every moment, every time

I am spying on you,

don't be shy.

Elena Monteroso, Year 6

Swans Primary School


The rain refused to stop

As the wind yelled and howled

My window was submerged

As the dull clouds gathered

The marvellous sun hid

For an entire week

I shivered

For the last time

The clouds ran away

From the sun’s powerful rays

Palm trees danced in the sultry breeze

Flowers were visited by bees

Grass grew joyfully

The sun was a peaceful presence

Sunlight reigned merrily

The storm became a distant memory

Angela Wang, Age 10

Sunny View School

The Memory of my Journey to Spain

Sitting in the car,

Behind, in the backseat,

Not knowing what to do,

Looking down at my feet.

Looking out of the window,

Seeing endless, green plains,

Clear, beautiful, blue sky,

Sun is shining like a ball of flame.

I am very happy,

All is very bright,

Just like in a dream,

When I’m in bed, tucked up tight.

This was my memory,

Of how I came,

To this lovely country,

That is called Spain.

Anatoly Praslov, Year 6

Aloha College

My sister

Sugary cake scent fills her nose,

Sweet batter lingers on her lips,

Sprinkles lie sticky on her hand.


The kitchen is chaos.

Warm air escapes from the oven 

Nice and cosy. 

Smiling at her mum, 

She peeks out into the garden. 


The raindrops drip onto the window

making a sound like a tap. 

A girl plays outside.

She looks like the little girl’s sister. 


She slumps. 

Her happiness dissolves.

Her hands clench tight around her mum. 


Tears drip from her eyes 

onto her nose and land on her mum’s arm.

Tears are falling more and more often now. 

When she tastes salt, 

She peers up at her mum.


And says: 

I miss her.

I know - me too.

She’s older now. 


They both gaze at each other - 

They hold on tight. 


Out of the corner of her eye,

She sees a wiggly white tail;

A black nose sweeps along the floor  

To where the cake had been.    

Julius eats all the crumbs 

That had fallen.  

He rubs his face against her leg 

Pushing her memory away.

Stella Baur, Age 10

Laude San Pedro International College