Classroom Poems - Poems about Classroom

...the lunchbox moment. I can feel the looks of disgust as I make my way to the table, I sit down, others stand up, walk away. kids grimace at the meal I’ve placed in front of myself, “ew” and “wh......Read the rest...

...*Today, 28th your birthday arrived*. Wearing a bathrobe and my hair wrapped around standing infront of the bathroom door and waiting during the time Ticks. Tick, Tack, Tick, Tick, 0:00o'clock My h......Read the rest...

...education is more challenging now than it was twenty-five years ago Many young teachers are running from the profession They optimistially thought that children would listen and learn Many want to......Read the rest...

...Balance is difficult for me -- generally leaning one way or the other if not oscillate more apt to choose that additional cold beer, wanting to capture sunset squeeze several more bla......Read the rest...

...Jump, thump, six graders jump from stone to pebbly stone. Chirp chirp the robin flies Across the sky alone. Crunch chunch the graveled feet, Sh. . . shoo, a breathy whisper, Hard, cold bench fo......Read the rest...

... Heart of my heart, here’s where we talk. Heart of my heart, here’s where ......Read the rest...

...It’s monsoon season here in New Haven, gone, are the banked, fluorescent colors of sunset. This feeling hit me, like a rogue wave. “We have to go out tonight,” I announced, to no one in particul......Read the rest...

...At the heart of Marescaux Road’s maroon and gold, Lived a timid girl whose pitted dreams longed to unfold. An inner-city teen with a spirit that gleamed, But in the shadows of self-doubt, her pote......Read the rest...

...A teacher's spirit flows with unique beats, A rhythm that flows with passion and repeats, For every pupil who walks down the corridor, A world of inspiration they hope to explore. They greet ea......Read the rest...

...The school bell's chorus wakes a drowsy room, Sunlight spills, a golden, dusty plume. Desks, once dormant, morph to galleons grand, Ready to set sail to each uncharted land. Chalk, a spectral h......Read the rest...

...First Draft Classroom creativity Ebb and flow Teaching the things I know I know Investigating others For a much better skill To teach to spark hunger And never to kill The desire to grow, ......Read the rest...

...Little face crunched up with a good loud cry welcome new baby good to be alive As there ever a face so sweet and complete as a sad eye dog begging for a treat Or cunning and sly as a cat's grin ......Read the rest...

...Classroom door opens Third grader named Piper enters carrying cookies on a tray Would you like one? All the students yell that they want one. I tell them “just for adults,” for there are not enou......Read the rest...

...So you want to hear a story, first of all there is no morning glory. Your feet touch the floor its cold as ice as is the water, what a surprise. With sleepy eyes you look for your clothes, best thin......Read the rest...

...In 1994 I was at a crossroads in my life. I felt desperate-desperate for a job and for work that impassioned me; desperate to change my routine and surroundings; desperate for adventure; desperate to......Read the rest...