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Lyric Teacher Poems | Lyric Poems About Teacher

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My Teacher

Life is a restless ocean
I am a vessel adrift,
Life is a searing furnace
I am a broken twig.
Life is a searching stormwind
I am a tail-less kite,
Life is the night approaching
I am a bird in flight.
Life is a skilful hunter
I am a creature, wild,
Life is a patient teacher
I am an ignorant child.
Marj Bless

Copyright © Marjorie Howitt | Year Posted 2015


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My Guardian Angel

I, a stranger here in this unknown place a swarm of new faces moving at their own paces In the wandering crowd lost as i was their came piercing a ray of hope, blinding an inspiration, a support a guardian angel so sweet brimming with love potion spreading an aura of compassion her sufferings hidden by a mask of sweet smile that brighten my day with love immense to share and a heart that care she extended her hand prodding me to thrive led me through the hurdles paving way to success my second mother always close to my heart shining with a brilliance that can hush the stars. © (14 Jan '15) Dedicated to my lecturer Ms. Sonia Karkera * Honorable mention in the contest 'How you make the stars hush' by Justin Bordner on 13 March 2015

Copyright © poesy relish | Year Posted 2015

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Haikus About God: III

Beauty of nature
Why condense it down to God?
Isn’t life enough?

Copyright © Dan Keir | Year Posted 2013


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My Mom My Teacher My World

She tied my shoes
when I was young
she was there with me
before my life had even begun 

he smile was the first thing
that I ever saw
she was there for my first steps
her face filled with awe

she held me when I cried
and sometimes she'd cry too
she was the person that I went to
whenever I felt blue

now she'll watch me walk
across the stage to leave
with a smile so full of joy
you'd have to see it to believe

she'll smile as she hugs me 
fighting back some tears
as memories flood her mind
recalling all past years

then she'll let me go
all too soon for me
sending me to my future
to my destiny

Copyright © Anne Hessler | Year Posted 2013

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Special

To capture the attention everyone else gets but you
You do whatever you can to get it
Even if its bad
You continue to do it
To get the attention you never had
And the attention you will never get
You want the perfect body and soul that everyone else has
You want to feel important... special
So you seek for a better
Much higher thing
What you need
You dont quite know
But you decide that
You will do whatever it takes to make you happy
And sometimes
That means..
suicide
Sometimes it means
Shooting someone
Because the hole inside your heart needs filled
And thats the only thing you ever had
The only thing you see
The only thing that someone gave to you
The thing that got everyone talking about you
The thing that got everyone to even look at you
So if you decide to kill someone
You kill yourself afterwards
Because you felt lonely again
You felt that no one was watching you
That no one even cared 
Then you think about all the things that 
Bugged you
And you pull the trigger
Then theres no more you
Next time someone sees you
You will be on the news
Where now you are special
And important

Copyright © Orlin Collier | Year Posted 2012

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Haikus About God: V

Omniscient guy
Yet he lets bad things happen
How can he exist?

Copyright © Dan Keir | Year Posted 2013

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Haikus About God: IV

God made all people
But some better than others?
Stop being silly.

Copyright © Dan Keir | Year Posted 2013

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Haikus About God: VI

The body: sacred
We’re all made in God’s image
Hence... circumcision?

Copyright © Dan Keir | Year Posted 2013

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A Terrific Teacher

I am the custodian of brighter future
and the vanguard of a viable venture.
I take seekers on an alluring adventure.
Nature has given me the grace to nurture...
I am a terrific teacher.

I am the silent star that sleeps not at night,
the sun that make beautiful days bright...
I give sweet glow to the moon at twilight...
Lightening up the world is my greatest delight.
I am a terrific teacher.

I am always expected to do the miraculous:
students expect me to be gentle and generous...
rash parents sometimes tell me the ridiculous
yet my pay check makes nobody feel jealous.
I am a terrific teacher.

I inspire greatness and ignite creativity...
my words and thoughts instill integrity.
I see distinct ability in every disability
and spark the fire of academic alacrity. 
I am a terrific teacher. 

I preen with passion on priceless pages
to mend the minds where rot rages.
With love and life as my core languages...
I spur the spirit of compassionate sages.
I am a terrific teacher.

Beyond the grades scored in examinations...
beyond the goals of United Nations;
I provide real answers to unasked questions
and give hope to unborn generations.
I am a terrific teacher.

Copyright © Adeleke Adeite | Year Posted 2016

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Welcome 2013

Well we are already a couple of months in so i just wanted to say welcome. 
this will be a new journey for the both of us, so i hope it will be awesome. 
I will try to write more than usual this year, I promise. :)
What would help tho if you readers would send me topics and stuff to help me write about things cuz my mind goes way faster than my fingers and i cant think of just one thing. lol. so thank you readers. plz comment and tell me your thoughts.

Copyright © Roman Chebukin | Year Posted 2013

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Cindy Had A Little Bird

Cindy had a little Bird, 
Little Bird, little Bird, 
Cindy had a little Bird, 
Its feathers were yellow as the sun

And everywhere that Cindy went, 
Cindy went, Cindy went, 
Everywhere that Cindy went
The Bird was sure to go

It followed her to school one day
School one day, school one day
It followed her to school one day
Which was against the rules.

It made the children laugh and play,
Laugh and play, laugh and play,
It made the children laugh and play
To see a Bird at school

And so the teacher turned it out,
Turned it out, turned it out,
And so the teacher turned it out,
But still it lingered near

And waited patiently about,
Patiently about, patiently about,
And waited patiently about
Till Cindy did appear

"Why does the Bird love Cindy so?"
Love Cindy so? Love Cindy so?
"Why does the Bird love Cindy so?"
The eager children cried

"Why, Cindy loves the Bird, you know."
Loves the Bird, you know, loves the Bird, you know
"Why, Cindy loves the Bird, you know."
The teacher did reply

Copyright © John Long | Year Posted 2007

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NATURE THE BEST TEACHER

The peacock with spread-out plume,
Dances to Nature's tune,
The sun's fadeless glow,
The monsoon's rainbow, 
Isn't our Nature,
Very spectacular?

The preaches of the priests,
They themselves don't practice! 
The teachers teach, 
A mere printed speech!
Mother Nature expresses,
What she really is! 

Nature is wiser than the wisest----
Of  the Nobel-laureates.
Read no books,
Experience how Nature looks!
She is a better teacher,
Than a priest or a schoolmaster!!

(In Indian subcontinent the 
verb 'preach' is many a times
 used as 'noun'.)

Copyright © Dr.Hemant Vinze | Year Posted 2005

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Will You Travel With Me To Heaven PART THREE

Imagine a king who has many
Servants staying at his palace
It would make no sense at all if those
Servants do not fulfill their purpose


Those servants were ordered to work
And to respect that king at all times
While the king gives them a place to stay
They should always make his palace shine


Any slave who does not work may
Eventually be kicked out soon
Any slave who works improperly
May likewise end up without a room


That king has a right to command
His slaves to sing lovely songs of him
To choose the number of times to wash
A staircase, because he is 'king'


That king has a right to command his
Slaves to do well to his family
To treat his close friends with respect
And welcome his guests cheerfully


To tell them not to touch this and that
To disallow them from certain rooms
To do what he commands them to do
As he is the owner who rules


So when Allah gives a command
A command that must be obeyed
You must obey Allah's Commandments
Or else you might get yourself astray


So if Allah commands you to pray
To Him, five prayers everyday
Don't ask 'why? ' Don't ask 'why five salahs? '
Just listen to God, and obey


God lets you walk on the earth He made
God gives you fresh air for you to breathe
God keeps the clouds above you floating
And gives you drink and food to eat


God gave you a brain with which to think
And still you ask 'why should you pray? '
We pray to Allah, the Mighty King
Who lets us live each night and day


When you're awake, when you're asleep
The air you breathe each night and day
What you inhale and what you exhale
Are some things from God which you don't pay


The ability to taste is a
Gift from God which many just ignore
Imagine if you could not taste the
Food you eat, eating would be a bore


You eat fruits and vegetables that God
Created, from plants that Allah made
You drink water which belongs to God
And yet you ask 'why must we pray? '

--->PART FOUR

Copyright © Mariam M. | Year Posted 2013

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PARDON MY FRENCH

PARDON MY FRENCH

She swore like a sailor 
and what did it mean? 
Did he cuss as a pause... 
were their cohorts unclean? 

Were their vocabularies lacking
in something rich or refined? 
Did they swear in frustration,
were their expletives unkind?

Was she to quit swearing 
when dad counts to five? 
Did he pay at the cuss jar 
in a ten dollar crash dive? 

Must they think of real words 
and substitute when they can?
Should they change their slang
before, the *#!% hits the fan? 

It's a hard thing to do in
replacing letters of four. 
His teacher says,"try five,"
Her's says,"try a few more!" 

Her Mom says more letters
is just what she needs. 
And he tries to count five
but, his Urban impedes. 

The kids say, four letters 
are not that dirty or bad! 
Why must they change them
when they like what they've had. 

There is power in speech
and it tells all about us. 
So use five letter words 
and please, do not cuss. 

The kids were too literal 
in the teaching they heard.
They discovered, in short,
FIVE, is a four letter word. 

By Edlynn Nau
© June 28, 2016

Copyright © Edlynn Nau | Year Posted 2016

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Teacher's love


Behind every good student 
stood a great teacher, the
patience of a friend and a 
believer to the end. She's
never doubted my abilities, 
instead she's supported my 
possibilities, she's helped to 
fight the demon of my doubts, 
I didn't blame the few times 
I heard your voice grew aloud 
or the times I heard you say, 
just have a go anyways. The 
one who saw beyond what 
I could see, you saw the 
stress and reality of the
future waiting for  me and 
how important that education 
would be, you always believed. 
The builder of my confidence,
my confidant, a healer and a
great preacher but just the
perfect teacher and the one
woman I'll forever see as an
inspirational lady.
 

Dedicated to my favourite and
the best teacher ever but more
a friend. I love you 
Miss P. Clark

Copyright © Andrew Vassell | Year Posted 2012

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Teaching

Am I 
Learning
What you're
Teaching..

Are you
Teaching
What
I'm learning..

The things you say
And do..

I'm so confused..

I get up
Every day
And back to
School to
Make the grade..

Am I 
Learning
What you're
Teaching
Me today.

D.C. 07/14/14

Copyright © D. C. | Year Posted 2015

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The mirror test

Am I the person I want to be?
Oh my, please cut out the silly questions.
Do I pass mirror test? To some degree:
A gorgeous but with sad eyes reflection.

I want to exhibit self-confidence, 
To be passionate and yet strong like steel,
I imagine possessing prominence
In professional circles but appeal

To sympathy, oftentimes compassion,
Crave a form of distant childhood sequel.
Want to shine and stand out in relation
To fruitful environment of equals. 

And foremost I want to be a mother!
One who is a teacher, loving, tender.
Lately I get thoughts "Why even bother
Finding candidate of other gender?"

Copyright © Agatha Jetaime | Year Posted 2015

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Thirteen Ways to Lose a Teacher

The problem really isn’t our society 
The answer’s easy if you take responsibility 
Id like to have you fired if it were a possibility 
There must be fifty ways lose a teacher 

He said I generally don’t defend my son 
I’d rather have him take the bad marks for what he’s done 
So as said before, even if it sounds rude 
There must be thirteen ways lose a teacher, thirteen ways lose a teacher


Stab her in the back, Mack, disrupt the class Hass 
Don't be a good boy, coy, don’t listen to her 
play on the bus, Russ, don't ever study much 
rebellion is better, Amber, and say bye bye to the teacher
Stab her in the back, Mack, disrupt the class Hass 
Don't be a good boy, coy, don’t listen to her 
play on the bus, Russ, don't ever study much 
rebellion is better, Amber, and say bye bye to the teacher


He said it would thrill me to never see you here again
I wish there was a law in place to make your job uncertain 
I said, I’m getting that you think the cause is me, you were listing thirteen ways


I said, we’re getting nowhere fast tonight 
He said, I’ll make you see that you’re not right 
And then He got up and slammed my door tight 
There must be thirteen ways lose a teacher, thirteen ways lose a teacher



Stab her in the back, Mack, disrupt the class Hass 
Don't be a good boy, coy, don’t listen to her 
play on the bus, Russ, don't ever study much 
rebellion is better, Amber, and say bye bye to the teacher



Sung to the tune of  Paul Simon and Art Garfunkel's "Fifty Ways To leave Your Lover"

Copyright © Robb A. Kopp | Year Posted 2010

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My lovely Teacher of English

1. Her intonations and vast vocabs are so sharp
on this impossible slope, I’ll reduce the gap
such crush from all gives a sense of stability
she knows and is glad to flaunt her facilities
so attractive, her words are also voluptuous
satisfying my fantasies makes her virtuous
of my great lust, her strictness can never divest
she is the real deal, her teaching is just a vest
not just her covering, her charisma is ritzy
she seems to enjoy the flirts, so damn the courtesy.

Chorus
Don’t stop, stop, stop at teaching me
but show, show, show, show me how to love
just tell, tell, tell, tell it in English
you’ll make, make, make, make my wish come true.

2. From her red lips is the first time I heard ‘foreshore’
at exactly the hour my fantasies want more
just a teenager who’s quick to have a boner
begging the aunty in front to be the owner
though older, there are things that can make us even
remove four from eleven, we are at seven
exam’s near, pull me via my personal tow path
please ma’am, demonstrate as if you’re taking a bath
she distributes her soft attention evenly
all she wants is our fluency to become manly.

Chorus
Don’t stop, stop, stop at teaching me
but show, show, show, show me how to love
just tell, tell, tell, tell it in English
you’ll make, make, make, make my wish come true.

3. Her diligence has put my language in good nick
her tongue practicing of orals makes my soul sick
how can one being make a boring class assorted?
Practice makes perfect but with her, its distorted
every new hairstyle and fresh make up wet my gut
oh my God! I’m dying to be her prince consort
superior advantages over me please waive
I’ve grabbed all, let me show her my mind is no grave
the touch of grammar skill has placed her on demand
that strong beauty-waves have given her glow command.

Chorus
Don’t stop, stop, stop at teaching me
but show, show, show, show me how to love
just tell, tell, tell, tell it in English
you’ll make, make, make, make my wish come true.

4. Her time has given my mind an accent unknown
short time for my lust to call her heart through the phone
so free that in her fruit garden, I can plant wheat
making me lost to taste her waters with both feet
eyes and gestures’re enough to give silly praises
yes I am yet to be grown but not a nutcase
sweet and cute is a boyish advance so passive
nothing else she sees as glamorous and suasive
so hopeful to benefit from her secret grants
her rebuke tells, my good English is all she wants.

Chorus
Don’t stop, stop, stop at teaching me
but show, show, show, show me how to love
just tell, tell, tell, tell it in English
you’ll make, make, make, make my wish come true.

Copyright © Funom Makama | Year Posted 2017

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The Dark Teacher

Eyes pried to learn through sight
Lips sealed to silence spite
Doors closed from everyone
This is the light without the sun

The angry child will come of age
In bitterness he counts his days
Through memories he feeds the rage
This man was built in disarray

The fallen son exists in death
In emptiness he finds regret
Through pain he finds he must not forget
He crawls away to catch his breath 

The lone man exists for peace
In silence he holds the keys
Through self he sees eternity
But the black hole within can not be free

The wise man will let it go
In solitude he’s learnt to grow
Through loneliness he finds the flow
The debt is paid, but he’ll always know

Dark days and disrepair
The end to life is without care
The door will open if we wait
Without the sun there’s still our faith

Copyright © Ian Petch | Year Posted 2006