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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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