Do you remember any poems from your school days?

I remember most of the classic poems I studied in school. I can miss some words, but I remember most of them, including many passages of "La Divina Commedia" by Dante, what a pain!!

Abu ben Adam Tyger,tyger from 6th grade

One thing we did do was to learn poems to recite in competitions (Eisteddfodau). There would be competitions for music, singing, dancing and recitation, solo or in groups. Is recitation a peculiarly Welsh thing? I haven't come across it elsewhere.

I used to write poetry as a child, and I have forgotten my own writings.. amazing how she remembered all the ones learnt in school as a kid.

Isn't that the tree where water is stored in the trunk, found in arid regions usually...!?

I remember one that is just a comma. I forgot who the poet is.

I studied in a Malayalam medium school and I still remember the poems I learnt in primary class.

Roses are red.violets are blue Mickey Mouse build a house how many bricks did he use?

A wonderful-looking tree, I did not have to recite much poetry in grade school but I did have to recite a lot of poetry in Latvian when I went to Latvian school on Saturdays

@judyev My father used to recite poetry he learned at school quite randomly. His favourites included: Incident at the French camp by Robert Browning, “You know, we French storm’d Ratisbon: a mile or so away on a little mound, Napoleon stood …..” John Masefield’s Sea Fever: “I must go down to the seas again …” And The Highwayman. The poems were hammered into him at school. When asked how I am, I like to reply in the words of John Keats’ Ode to a Nightingale: “My heart aches and a drowsy numbness pains my sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk, or emptied some dull opiate to the drains one minute past and lethe-wards had sunk”. Marvellous poem.

We had to memorize 'All Things Bright and Beautiful' in fourth grade

I thought I remembered poems I learned at School but right now I don’t remember a one.

What a cool tree. I remember many poems.

Yeah many parents have good memories, I have an example like my grandmother when she was alive she often told her experiences when she was young and was still experiencing colonialism at that time, I would love to hear when my grandmother told me about history first.

A lovely tree that Judy bless RIP your dear Mum. Yes I remember a song actually that was most likely a poem originally called Black is the Color.

We didnt learn to many. And the ones we did do I dont remember.

By the time I went to school, although we did study some poems for English Literature we didn't learn to recite them by heart as earlier generations did. I remember parts of some of the poems we studied. Some people found that analysing the details of poems or books meant they never wanted to read them again, but I enjoyed them. One of my favourite was this, by Robert Graves: HERE LIVE YOUR LIFE OUT! Window-gazing, at one time or another In the course of travel, you must have startled at Some coign of true felicity. ‘Stay!’ it beckoned, ‘Here live your life out!’ If you were simple-hearted The village rose, perhaps, from a broad stream Lined with alders and gold-flowering flags – Hills, hay-fields, orchards, mills – and, plain to see, The very house behind its mulberry-tree Stood, by a miracle, untenanted! Alas, you could not alight, found yourself jolted Viciously on; public conveyances Are not amenable to casual halts, Except in sternly drawn emergencies – Bandits, floods, landslides, earthquakes or the like – Nor could you muster resolution enough To shout: ‘This is emergency, let me out!’ Rushing to grasp their brakes; so the whole scene Withdrew forever. Once at the terminus (As your internal mentor will have told you), It would have been pure folly to engage A private car, drive back, sue for possession. Too far, too late: Already bolder tenants were at the gate.

I learned many poems and forgot them all. When I went to college, I had to learn long passages by Chaucer, Shakespeare, etc. I forget them all, too.

There are a couple that comes to mind. A Tisket a Tasket, Picking up Po-Pos.

I used to participate in poems too. I participated in french poems too even if didn't know how to translate it. I truly don't remember the poems now.