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Teacher Quatrain Poems | Quatrain Poems About Teacher

These Teacher Quatrain poems are examples of Quatrain poems about Teacher. These are the best examples of Teacher Quatrain poems written by international PoetrySoup poets

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Women

You women
Know how to make 
The best of what you've got in you
You do it everyday in your life


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Sandy Hook

Today, it just doesn't seem fair
That we are still able to breathe.
They have given us their air-
Our duty to lead the life they leave.


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ADVICE FOR LATE TEENS -- GOOD TEACHER vs BAD PARENTS

ADVICE    FOR   LATE  TEENS  –  GOOD TEACHER   vs   BAD PARENTS


For  low your own path’s  based……they
Ensure  how   innate your  own  lean  ought  to be.    Leave it   -
And   sure  now  in  nature  your  only  note  too.      Believe it  -
Follow your own path spaced.        Nay,
   
With  distance   you’re  not  too  tied  in their  shoes ;
With this  stance  your  knot  to  tighten  there……choose!


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Daydream

The words float through the air,
trying to find a home in my head,
sleep is calling without a care,
disappear do the words the teacher said.

Soon my classroom is no longer there,
replaced by the wildest thoughts in my head,
replaced by the actions I never would dare,
disappear do the words the teacher said.

The gentle breeze of the ocean blue,
drowns the other thoughts in my head,
nothing I would rather do,
disappear do the words the teacher said.


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Y ONLY EQUALS X WHEN THE TEACHER IS AN EX TEAHER

         SHARRON IS CHAMPAGNE AND CHARM
I never know what days she comes here
And it makes no difference what she may wear
she only graces this place about three times a week
And if given the chance I probably couldn’t speak

We once exchanged words, but I don’t know what I said
I kept speaking while envisioning what could lay ahead
She looked like the picnic type with grapes and champagne
But then I could tell there was sophistication in one who seemed a bit plain

Not so much a chameleon, but just eager to please
I would pour her a glass of champagne while upon my knees
I was describing how it seems we’d both seen it all
How many times did she rise and how many times did I fall?

Only a few days of the week and  I never know what day
Because if given a chance I can’t think of what I would say
Maybe I’d tell myself that she doesn’t deserve the wild side of me
Rather I squeezed out “would you like to go on a picnic ma’m” and she came to agree

She could tell me a tale and I would tell her a story
It may be rhetorical, analytical or an allegory
The lady described with Van Gogh type accuracy her childhood and that which she’s seen
And I find her so intriguing she could convince me the sky is green

Alas the lass but passes my way yet I must have a ration
I describe a fiery, hellishly hot kind of passion
I’m talking about the electric thrill that stuns me whenever she passes by
While I’ll be impatiently practicing to tell her I actually saw a green sky
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Unreason - by Bob Atkinson

Unreason
- by Bob Atkinson

"... ode to those
who teach creative
writing at the
college level,
yet have not the
talent nor
understanding
required
to produce something
worthwhile ..."

to listen graciously
then turn away
feeling for the
first time
wonder at his
sayings

carries burdens
newly minted
for my life on lumpy
pavement
simply put this
wreck of words
drives not my lucid
statements
 
in fear of simple
castings made
those so hard to
correctly gage
find difficulty in
believing
what should or
shouldn't stand

feed me what to this
date
has not been allowed
percolation
to equate justice
circumcised
against wispy
thoughts berated

metaphors mixed
until complete
that nonsense we all
believe in
can only drive us
deeply down
a path toward firm
unreason