Best Teachers Poems
Tribute to Teachers - Constanza
Upon my soapbox I protest
that teachers schooling young and old,
be honored like they're made of gold.
How small in payment we invest
with expectations raised sky high,
still, underpaid we can't deny.
For educators, my request,
to legislate to change the laws
for student ratios just cause.
In government we do divest
to raise the bar in public schools;
give teachers much more needed tools
and raise all pay at their behest!
Without these changes I do fear
few will want a teaching career.
Upon my soapbox I protest
how small in payment we invest
For educators, my request,
In government we do divest
and raise all pay at their behest!
6-20-2018
A poem with a message ' Poetry Contest
Sponsor stephen pennell
Constanza Contest ~Second Place~
Sponsor Emile Pinet
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Midwife eyes see so many lives
Slip through fingers despite try’s
To give good care and medication
Health care isn’t shared by the nation
Some who have means will live long
While the poor it seems are done wrong
Then there’s the class that full of bloomers
Doesn’t add up math for the baby boomer
Generation that built and retired at home
See penalties just because they own
And worked to make American dream strong
Don’t tax them at all leave them alone
But big business like hospitals
Will take their homes is so dismal
We must find a better way
To help our elderly with bills to pay
If health care isn’t a right
Like taxes take let’s give them rights
When you get past a certain age
No one should take your house away
We pay the athletes but we can’t feed
The poor or pay the teachers to teach
We build new townhomes on raggedy streets
If the city is strong we must meet all needs
Each time a new arena is built
I wonder if money was like a quilt
Would it warm and stitched with care
Or only if born in it will you share
My muse tonight is a midwife
She’s blue and sighs within her strife
She knows that she will never give up
Trying to solve the societal puzzle for us
Takes time to tackle talented students,
Enriches knowledge and encourages
Achievers with artful abilities,
Creating curiosity with care,
Humble, helping mould holistic humans,
Enlivening energy never ends,
Reaching out with remarkable results.
Triggering Extra Affection, Cultivating Hearts, Etching Recognition
It’s not fully accredited for all and to the extent
A teacher does
For a child, all that will be and for an adult,
All ever was
It should no longer be ignored that a teacher
Shapes a life
The scope within the duty far extends
Degrees of rife
They are literary prophets that instill a
Code of ethics
And they equally accept both the “norm” and
The eccentrics
Despite common theories, there is no
Teacher’s pet;
For, judgment not they pass, but it’s the
Willing that they let
They earn and deserve much respect; yet, they
Do not demand it
What morally they teach, imperfect homes steal
Like a bandit
No, they are not supreme authority on how
It’s supposed to be
But, they try damn hard to teach our children
For you and me.
This is how a first grader’s day goes.
Six of them are at a table playing with Legos
Which is kind of the new less-messy playdough of today.
They are singing, of course, being happy.
“I’m building a house! I’m building a house!”
“Mine has a mouse! Mine has a mouse!”
“I have a rat in mine!”
“Hey, that is a rhyme!”
“Is not!”
“Is too.”
The competition is on.
“I have two rats in my house!”
“I have three rats in my house!”
“I have four rats in my house!”
The competition is on.
“I have five rats!”
“I have six rats!”
Always in order, for this is the first grade pattern.
my laugh raises hair on people’s necks
it is not petite, polite, refined, or subtle.
it is a throwback to your hillbilly ancestral
caveman’s outrageously loud and ugly laugh.
when it happens, it is as if the bowels of my
inner crazy is released after 4,000 years in
a dutch oven.
I forgot how loud it was when I picked up three
boys for a little “hey, let’s learn this board game”
session in the hallway where teachers’ classes are
trying to work.
One of the teachers said, “Mrs. K, the kids wondered
where all that laughing was coming from, but I knew.”
I started to apologize, and she said, “I love hearing it.
I loved it; I truly did. Do not apologize!”
I heard later that a rude teacher, who is always dour
wanted me to apologize. I had already tried, right?
She tried to get my attention a number of times
But It was not possible because
I was a country or two away
Wearing brown leather swashbuckler pants
White billowy blouses, and multi-buckled boots,
Fighting pirates with Sabers.
I was mighty and terrifying.
Hearing my war cry turned their blood to ice
Which is why I did not have to stab them
All I had to do was wave my sword around
And scream and they would jump ship
And get eaten by sharks or swim to land
Pride oozed out of me as I heard my battle cry.
Student me replaced pirate queen me hard and fast
When I heard my peers laughing
Apparently the teacher was not amused by a battle cry
In the middle of her boring math lesson
A Pirate Queen serving detention?
Unfortunately it happens
I learned everything I know from you,
you are my teacher, inspiration, and hero too.
There are so many things you did for me,
just to help me find who I'm meant to be.
To me you gave your heart and mind,
just to help me be defined.
I learned by just the way you taught,
what I have to face and fought.
You've always shown me the way,
through my challenges everyday.
And although you won't be around forever,
I'm glad we found our way together.
Age three, crisscross apple sauce, hands in your lap.
Age five, scooting a few inches, to let whole class in.
Age twenty-three, fresh out of college, a brand new teacher,
Criss-cross applesauce in the circle with your kindergarteners.
Age thirty-four, sitting on chair, in crisscross circle with kids.
Age forty-four, attempt at crisscross on floor, kids snickering.
Age fifty-five, on chair again, in crisscross circle with kids.
Age sixty-eight, on floor, crisscross for thirty minutes.
Legs fall asleep, can barely stand. Would kick myself if I could.
No idea this was going to happen. Standing unsteadily,
Both feet asleep. One of the third graders comes over and hugs me.
Thanks me for coming, and I cannot walk out the door yet.
Age does matter.
Each morning You lift Your gleaming golden crown
And awaken me with a divine and pristine light.
So now I thank You Lord for allowing me around,
Relaxing in Your comfort for this long night.
You give me strength to step bravely on the way,
Remembering the Good Samaritans in my life.
I plod on a path of pleasant feelings about the past.
This long journey has been sweet and of little strife.
So, I never want to forget so many special peeps,
Who has taught and rescued me so many a time.
The quiet mornings of yesterday left memories deep.
Of my parents coaxing me from ordinary to sublime.
I think of the preachers blessing me with their word.
They enlivened and edified something within self,
And lead me to accept the One sent down by God,
And to realize the place for the Bible is not the shelf.
When I gaze up at the cloud in the blue sky,
Tears come when people, that I envision,
High up in the stars passing me gently by,
Make me think of how they helped my fruition.
They are God sent points of light above,
Who guide me to the fulfillment of dreams.
And sustain me with memories of love,
For a heritage, my heart still hopefully esteems.
Those who softened my steps across the green-
The wise teachers and professors- sages all,
Visionaries who showed me what life should mean,
Are exalted in my sky as the brightest stars of all.
They are all on my mind as I journey home,
Fueling the fire in my heart turning the wheels.
God, please renew my faith as homeward I come-
Welcome Your grateful servant who before You kneels.
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.
For the first time
When I was leaving my mother's hand
Obviously I was crying
But after a minute end
Another one tackle my hand
Obviously I was filled with joy
She started to wipe my tears
I forgot all my fears
And you know what
Who she is?
Obviously she is my gorgeous teacher
For the first time
When I was with my new books
With new-new words
With lots of crooks
Obviously I was worried
But after a first day in class
I forgot all my worries
They makes me able to pronounciate
They makes me able to understand
They provide me a lots of courage
And you know what
Who they are?
They are my lovely teachers.
For the first time
When I was in my new standard
With new new flubdub calculations
Science with mystery
Social science with history
I just wanted to lose my victory
And Stop my studies
But they gave me lots of strength
They present 24×7 hours for me
They makes me feel that-"yes I can surely do it"
And you know what
Who they are?
They are my keen and sincere teachers.
And again, for the first time
When I was for higher studies
With new new things
Physics and chemistry brings
My head gotta a deal
That I can do nothing
But then teachers with full of knowledge
With full of energy
And with new new identical examples
Makes study more fun
And you know what
Who they are?
They are my devoted teachers.
Exactly, teachers are the
Director of our life's movie
It depend on us
Whether we follow their buzz.
They are like
Water for dried plants,
Stars for sky
Mother for child
Pen for writing.
Truly they are beyond the words.
I bestow my everything on them
Hats off to you all.
In midst of these unwanted times,
many students are psychologically
pressured due to loads of school work.
But at the end of the day,
when things go back to normal,
I am sure that they will not remember
the things that we taught to them...
But they will remember the moments
of struggle and hardships...
They will remember the moments
how their teachers cared and supported
them in such ways just to pass
the course.
Should we really think about the students' outcomes? Probably...
Should we focus on teaching the content of
our lessons? Maybe...
Should we pay attention to our teaching pedagogy to make learning
worthwhile? Perhaps...
In my own opinion, we should
emphatize our students and give them
the best emotional support and care.
We need to teach them to share,
collaborate and support one another
with favorable restrictions ??.
Our commitment nowadays
is to act out the core values
and be a humanistic
educator.
After all, care is one of the most
essential needs of a human being
Teachers, Teachers.
Teachers Teach us.
They give us speeches and praise us like Jesus
But they're not holy, swag.
They cater solely, for themselves; So selfish.
Some are rude and crabby; So shellfish.
There are fat teachers, black teachers white teachers, nice teachers mean teachers, Chinese teachers short teachers, tall teachers real teachers, fraud teachers They all have one thing of mutuality It's the reality that their mentality is somewhat less of a formality
But in actuality an amorality to separate individuality and callously cause a casualty within the academy!
This insanity is why humanity can embarrass me because instead of practicalities teachers search for cavities, abnormalities, incapacities and irrationally devise a strategy to tactfully act valiantly.
But will still unhappily fail students for what they see is blasphemy its fallacy!
This rhapsody I tragically quote rapidly will acidly still be viewed as a travesty
And I'll still disastrously speak profanity to the faculty And keep my centre of gravity up like I'm on a balance beam.
I aim to be satisfactory, not great or any better
This madness will fractionally cause my fatality but ill happily see every person that ever doubted me praising me surrounding me clouding me with a comradely like I Just saved the galaxy
And naturally I'm a hero nationally for upstaging our teachers vanity
This Veracity for becoming an anomaly has fuelled my heart with audacity and now I sit lavishly lacking the spirituality to gallantly care about this municipality that we live in
And teachers teach in so I guess my speech ends with a brief description of some frequent fiction Teachers, if we speak up Will you freakin listen? Because this cheap conviction of you I speak is different.
He opens learners’ hearts with the key of kindness;
passionately plant in them the seeds of success
and watch them grow in the garden of greatness.
Talk about a terrific teacher.
He wields words from the wellspring of wisdom
to water worm-wheat in the field of freedom...
and shield them from the throne of thralldom;
Talk about a terrific teacher.
He tells his students the lore of love and life,
and the right use of rocket, rifle and knife
to save them from baseless storms and strife;
Talk about a terrific teacher.
He wakes up each day with this golden goal:
To tenderly touch each pupil's spirit and soul,
and make their broken bones worthy and whole.
Talk about a terrific teacher.
He prays for each pupil to have an honourable heart,
out of which will flow the beauty of eternal art
so they can be sincere, sensible and smart.
Talk about a terrific teacher.
He is a mentor with a matchless mission,
practicing what he preaches with pure passion;
his friends are spurred to have a vibrant vision.
Talk about a terrific teacher.
When winter’s wool and whirlwind betide,
and the streams of life roar in stormy tide;
he gives warm words to guard and guide...
Talk about a terrific teacher.
Examination is not just a test of intelligence;
it is also a test of creativity and confidence...
his students enjoy inspiring independence.
Talk about a terrific teacher.
In poor pupils, he see a pool of great possibilities,
he teaches them to tap from the oasis of opportunities
springing in their desert of difficulties...
Talk about a terrific teacher.
Some folks are only interested in high income;
he looks out for inspiring inputs and learning outcome...
his job is to make the future bright and awesome.
Talk about a terrific teacher.