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,
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It’s not fully accredited for all and to the extent
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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...

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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...

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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...

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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 teacherswhite teachers, nice teachersmean teachers, Chinese teachersshort teachers, tall teachers real teachers, fraud teachersThey...

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Some children come into the school building dancing, singing, hopping, bursting with uninhibited glee.
They exchange giddy, happy stories about their day at the mall, dropping name brand names,
Showing off their glittery light-up shoes, and light up back packs.  They tell about their doting grandparents...

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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 ...

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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...

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L ittle voices, rising in volume and pitch
I mploring teacher, begs all available aids to help pop 
C oats, hats, muffs, mitts, sweaters, gloves, socks, shoes, and boots on 39
K indergarten urchins who are galloping around the room, or jumping on ball 
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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...

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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...

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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...

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Sparkling gold sequined top.
Glitzy shamrock necklace with twinkly silver chain.
Neon-green gemstone on one hand, pearl on the other.
Spider pin with a fat amber gemstone body and turquoise legs.
I threw on my multi-colored sparkly beads too, for good measure.
I want everyone to know I teach at...

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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,...

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