Best Classroom Poems
From a classroom,
illuminating our tomorrows -
with a stick of chalk, you bring art
and insight to curious minds.
Magically, you light sparks.
You humbly stand, sharing your skills,
giving your wisdom, shining in a dark sky.
Your words, your truths, your gifts to impart -
your calling is what burns from within.
This compassion in action glows in your instruction.
A school room is your bright canvas.
As you brush colors onto a thirsty world,
thirsty for flowing thoughts and words,
you fill a hollow with imagination,
an inward growth of wisdom and possibility.
Youthful minds and spirits gain from
your passions, books from your library,
your contributions, and your nurturing soul.
Inspiring to climb mountains, applauding
as pupils soar into starlight, you draw upon
a youthful longing for a distant light and all
that is raw, diamonds sparkling, gliding, rising within
asking, “why”, asking “how”, pulling you in again and again
to show a path forward, not clipping what grows wild.
7/12/20
Contest - Lipogram Poem (without the "e")
Sponsor - Emile Pinet
Silence, silence—pin-drop silence,
Commands the teacher's voice.
Yet in the hush, the children scheme,
Their whispers soft, their hearts rejoice.
Even in silence, eyes convey
The thrill of games at end of day.
Their glances speak of plans anew,
Of bonds they’ll strengthen as they play.
With nodding heads and thumbs held high,
Cute smiles flash, some gaps reveal.
Twinkling eyes and brows that dance,
Their silent signals, joy unsealed.
In quietude, their thoughts align,
Ideas shared without a sound.
Children found joy in silent moments,
Understanding blooms profound.
For silence listens, silence speaks—
A language deep, beyond the words we seek.
Nurturing minds with hope anew,
Every lesson a guiding light,
Words of wisdom, hearts to pursue.
Yesterday’s challenges fade away,
Eager dreams in the classroom bloom,
Aspiring students lead the way,
Resolute, we step into 2026’s room.
Teacher's droning on,
about something I should know
monotone voices go on,
raised volumes attack.
So few respect my quiet
those that do are rare.
My quiet has a reason,
for those who dare to listen,
a magical tale.
A tale of woe, strife, and joy.
Few do listen to my tale.
those that do will learn.
Adventure with challenges,
adventure between my ears
challenges with fear.
now fear of being laughed at
cells of flat wood and cold metal,
papers everywhere.
Lectures of unknown language,
Symbols I probably should know.
stress running in me.
expectations unspoken,
the power of the screen lives.
Now class is starting.
Please take your seats now children.
Let the confusion begin
Salute to the woman who knows who she is
And why she is who she is
A powerful being
Once thrown into a deep end of the ocean
But swam her way back to shore
She never stops moving forward
Nothing can ever pull her backwards
Such a brave warrior
Shout out to the Superwoman
Determined to change the status quo
Because she feels the need to do so
Just like an eagle
She soars higher and higher
As the wind blows stronger
She does not let anything deter her
From reaching another level in life
Thumbs up to an amazing woman
A great force to be reckoned with
That committed Mother on the street
Who trades from sunrise to sunset
Trying to make ends meet
Oh, she has a heart so big!
Being mindful that come snow or sunshine
She has mouths to feed
I revere this gifted woman
Who uses her creativity
To make an impact in society
Despite the uniqueness of her talent
She remains a trendsetter
It could be the potter in whose hands clay becomes magic
The miner who touches gold, before it even gets sold to the markets
Or the strategist who sits in high-level meetings, making sure organizations do not collapse
A special mention to the special woman
Who chooses not to give up
She understands that others look up to her
The smart lady out there, with a clear vision
She makes things happen for her family, community and the world at large
She deserves a badge of honour
Because she is remarkable!
Some boys forget their mom's words,
they leave for school in a mad rush
with uncombed hair looking like nerds;
in the classroom they have a crush.
Liz, their teacher, wears tight jeans,
they can't concentrate on the test;
she's happy for attracting the teens,
their girlfriends notice their unrest.
They hate their beautiful teacher,
but her vulgarity makes them sneer:
her character isn't worthy of cheer.
When paper planes start a warfare,
Liz's hair seems a style so rare;
all the boys laugh: it is a snare.
Stillness with movement,
Silence but loud.
Darkness and cold,
enclosed but wide open.
I remember my life
as an empty classroom.
Everyday was still and slow,
but it passed fast and unexciting.
I was alone in my pain,
loud but unheard.
I could not speak my feelings,
for no one seemed to care.
I cried myself to sleep at times,
but no one believed my pains, so no one knew.
I kept them to myself,
thought negative but spoke positive.
I remember my past again when
things happen to trigger my memories,
I get scared and I feel the pains again.
Among the stillness, there was movement,
Silence was deafening.
The darkness was blinding,
the wide open spaces were consricting.
An empty classroom
Allows one to think too much.
Allows them to remember whatever
they wanted to forever forget.
Anyting they ever blocked out,
comes sneaking, rushing, trickleing back in.
Sometimes overwhelming,
sometimes affecting only a little bit.
But if there is someone there with you,
the pain doesn't return as hard or as fast.
It's not overwhelming or scary,
because there is someone there to keep your mind occupied.
Someone to hold you while you cry,
to laugh with you and add in their sound and movement.
Someone to sit with you in the empty classroom.
In stillness,there comes movement,
out of silence, there comes whispers.
Darkness and cold, becomes light and warmth,
wide open spaces become shared.
QUIET, quiet, quiet!!!
Why won't these children listen?
They are constantly talking oblivious of the fact that their education is going down the drain.
Can't they see the opportunity that they have been given to elevate themselves?
Can't they see that some underpriviledged or unfortunate child would be glad to be in their position for just a day?
What a waste to plan a good lesson when you cannot execute it?
Sasha, Marie, Ann, Paul, Jerome SIT DOWN
Junior, DO not hit David with the ruler.
YES, yes, Monique, you may go to the restroom.
NO, no, Shanique, you may not sit in THAT seat!
We had a most horrid schoolteacher,
And us children did all hate her,
She’d shout at us for no real reason,
And threaten to see us later,
She had a dip on a Florida trip,
And was swallowed by an alligator,
But only crocodile tears were shed,
‘Cos we were all just … gladiator!
Ellipse, evolute, vertex and curve,
Humdrum circle or ricochet swerve
Astroids or cusps, arcs or sectors;
What have those got to do with vectors?
Curvature, cone, Cartesian plane…
Oval, deltoid… what’s in a name?
Geoid oscillation, pedal, radial, rose…
What on earth do I know of those?
Hypocycloid, cruciform, Sierpinski carpet…
Inverse tangent or Apollonian gasket?
Snowflake, hypercube, space-time dimension
Pressured, gauged, or under tension?
Trammel of Archimedes, planes, rotations –
Congruence, right angles, equivalence relation;
Conchoid curve, Orthoptic, Lemoine hexagon,
Triangle, star or good old pentagon.
Crescent, rhombus, magatama, square,
Caustic curves, salinon, ying-yang or sphere!
About whichever’s the shape that you talk,
Basically, it’s taking a line for a walk!
Every day at recess I play catch with the boys
No matter what they can’t throw where they’re told
Just one good pass
To bend over that many times, I’m getting too old
I throw them a pass
And it slaps off their hands
When they do finally catch one
They celebrate like a Packer leaping into the stands
Tayden Picks it up
He throws with all his might
The ball leaves his hand
And sails 20 feet to my right
I stroll over
And pick up the errant pass
Why can’t they throw me the ball
Maybe we should go over this in class
McNutt drops the next pass
The sun was in my eyes is what he’ll say
I don’t know how that’s possible
On such a cloudy day
With a wind up McNutt gets ready to throw
This won’t be pretty it won’t be neat
With a scream and all his strength he chucks the pass
It bounces 10 yards in front of me and rolls to my feet.
My aching back
It can’t take much more
I’m only 39
Why am I this sore
Now it’s Davon who is in my sites
If he would only catch it I could lose these ball drop blues
He looks good as he runs for the pass
But now he’s on the ground, tripped over his own shoes
With a smile and a chuckle
He picks up the ball
I think he knows it’s a football and not a grenade
It sails way over my head and bounces off the wall
I throw the ball to Brian
He reaches for it wearing his single glove
I can’t believe it, he caught it
Thank the heavens above
This is it, I think he will throw me a direct hit
Oh, man tricked again, he stopped to tell a story and talk
How disappointing
I suppose I could just take a walk
Why do I do it
Why do I play
Tomorrow I jump rope
I’ll keep trying they may throw it to me someday
She is so exquisite
Even without make-up on her face
She is exceptional
Even if she lets others seem important
She is selfless
Even when the selfish surround her
She offers a lot of love
Even so, she needs it often
She has a big heart
Even though she appears small
She lets others belong
But she longs to be appreciated
She adds value
Despite her own worth being undermined
She is attentive
Nonetheless, no one pays attention to her needs
She is patient
No matter how long it takes she waits
She is giving
While no one could be willing to give
She is forgiving
Much as the worst was done against her
She is trusting
Albeit her trust was broken countless times
She is wise
In spite of being treated otherwise by some
She works hard
Notwithstanding that she requires rest
She is helpful
Yet, there is none to lend her a hand
She makes life seem easy
While going through difficult times herself
She stands by others
Although there is no one to stand by her
She chooses to be peaceful
Against being somehow provoked
She is calm
Undeterred by what is not
She is bold
In defiance of tough battles ahead
She shows bravery
Still in the presence of adversity
She is fearless
Though she may seem helpless
She is spirited
Contrary to attempts to bring her down
She is never destroyed
Irrespective of storms she faces sometimes
She keeps moving forward
Granting the hindrances along the way
She stands in the gap
And make things happen
She does not look down on others
Regardless of some doing so to her
She recognizes those who shielded her on rainy days
Whenever the sun shines upon her
She keeps on running her race
Because she knows for her, grace is abundant
She puts a smile on, always
Since prayer keeps her in the right place
She is an inspiration
A pioneer of transformation
Cheerleader for economic revolution
How the world adores such
A remarkable woman!
The work of a teacher is never done.
To think, that one must traverse a sea of minds.
Academically rowing against pop culture.
Nowadays, that's next to impossible.
Still, every weekday morning, they set sail
And prepare for the battle ahead.
Year after year, wave after wave.
Relentless.
Some years, the storms are harder.
Teachers.
Captains of their classrooms.
Always in search of the perfect way to teach!
That White Whale.
That Holy Grail of education.
However,
Like any sea, these minds are a force of nature.
Captains not fully able to change its direction
But completely capable of claiming its attention.
8 hours a day.
5 days a week.
Every school year.
Shaping the new generation.
Training new captains along the way.
Things that Do Not Work in a Classroom or an Office
eye roll
ineffective
sarcasm
even less effective
yelling
They do not notice; they hear it at home
shaming
this teacher or manager needs a new career
The classroom
Is a place of romance
When he's not there
Mama nile river gives service with a twinkle in her eyes