Teacher Graduation Poems | Examples

These Teacher Graduation poems are examples of Graduation poems about Teacher. These are the best examples of Graduation Teacher poems written by international poets.

I was going to become a teacher
I thought it was my calling

I was young and thought it best
to go to university straight out of high school
before I'd go to teachers' college

Well... things did not go as planned
for better or for worse, who knows
I got sidetracked ended up taking a job
education got shelved for longer than expected

So I worked and launched a modest career
No guidance maybe no brains ~ who knows
But in the end I realized the truth ~
if you don't choose, life chooses for you

Go for your dreams or risk living with regrets



AP: Honorable Mention 2025

© Line Gauthier  

AAA

I learned to type in Jr. High. 
I learned to tap the keyboard. 
One letter than another... 
on and on. 
AAA
AAA
AA Then... B

AAA
AAB
ABB
BBC
... 

One day I came to class, 
and we all sat right down as usual. 
But to my amazement we were free. 
We could do CCC, or DDD... Even ZZZ

My heart was lifted from the monotony
of the drills to lift my skills. 
Yet in the end, 
it was like magic, 
my brain told me nothing, 
and I told it just the same. 
Regardless of our unspoken conversation... 
my hands flew across the board, 
as if they were made to dance, and prance, 
in an orderly fashion. 

I love my typing teacher, 
for making me better, 
than I was... 
before I took the class.

© Ann Foster  

Eighteen
Beautiful day
May 1970
My high school graduation day
I could be a nurse mother or teacher
Our caps and gowns were red and gold
Small town Iowa kids
So excited
Eighteen


Written: 11-28-2019
Contest: Red-Letter Day Rictameter
Sponsor: William Kekaula
Syllables checked with: Howmanysyllables.com  2,4,6,8,10,8,6,4,2

© Caren Krutsinger  

"They are a little rambunctious, " Mr. Pete said. He was a small man, quite wee.
Mr. Dass rolled his eyes, giving me a better perspective, no soap in the sink.
"They  have scared three big, bad male teachers off since September," Mr. Dass told me. 
Both of their faces were almost burgundy red now, they tried hard, bright-eyed, and curiously pink. 
"I would like to try it," I told them. "I'm not easily scared," I said with all of my masterful me.
I ended up teaching the drafting students for three years, we went through gobs of ink.
"This was the most difficult one credit hour class I ever took in my life," one of my charges told me.
Three years into it, and neither Mr. Pete or Mr. Dass had told me this, I gave the student a wink.

© Caren Krutsinger