Students History Poems | Examples
These Students History poems are examples of History poems about Students. These are the best examples of History Students poems written by international poets.
Tick-tick.
We gathered, huddled tight,
Eyes to the screen, hearts alight.
There she was, her smile aglow,
"My teacher," I whispered, "is ready to go."
Tick-tick.
The engines ignite,
A pillar of fire, a streak of white.
Cheers erupt, "Go Challenger, go!"
Her voice still rings: "I'll teach you, I know."
Whoosh. Whoosh.
The rocket climbs,
Thirty seconds, sixty times.
She’s up there now, soaring high,
A teacher who reached to touch the sky.
Crack-pop.
A gasp, a flare.
The fire splits the frosty air.
"What's happening?" I dared to say,
But silence stole the words away.
Boom.
The cloud twists wide,
A shape of loss, a nation cried.
Seventy-three seconds, all undone,
The lesson ended, never begun.
Tick-tick.
The years go by,
I still look upward, asking why.
She promised dreams, she taught us hope,
Her voice helps countless students cope.
My teacher went boom,
But she didn’t fall.
Her courage echoes,
In us all.
Einstein had some of the best quotes in the world.
I have used them to teach children for the past thirty years
One of my favorites is "Creativity is intelligence having fun".
Many students have never heard of Einstein, but the brightest ones have.
When I give clues, they guess Einstein right away.
There are only one or two in each class who know him.
They are usually my favorites, because they want to learn.
They read on their own, and they search for new knowledge
Dissatisfied with the watered down curriculum of today.
Another Einstein quote I love is:
"Imagination is more important than Knowledge."
As Lot and his wife
Left the city of Sodom
Where gnosis flourished
His wife heard Yaldabaoth’s wrath
As the two lands burned
Hearing the children crying
Her heart made blood tears
It ripped from top to bottom
Hearing the calm call
Of gnosis singing with joy
Her soul remembered
She looked back with a quick glance
Before salty rain
Became rivers on her face
In an eye’s twinkling
She turned into a pillar
A pillar of salt
A tower of white rock salt
Through which her spirit
Climbed up the stairs of wisdom
All three thousand steps
And climbed above the heavens
And reached her first home
With all those spirits who rose
From the burning wrath
From Sodom and Gomorrah
Back below, her grave
Her grand pillar of our faith
Still stands as rock salt
To be used as seasoning
For the race of Seth
A seasoning of wisdom
To awaken all
By her noble sacrifice
Of love and gnosis
So that we all may join her
With all the angels
In the Pleroma’s banquet
Of dates and white grapes
As Philip the Apostle
Said to his students
“May our complete offering
Come with much sweet salt
For we name Sophia salt
Without her, no gift is sweet”
COMRADE LOVE NEEDED
Sorrow of Love is hard to bear
stretches my bones and
I cannot go on
a need for comrades
to speak about Love
lost their ability to love
can only love for moments
when these moments come
they devour them like
rare chocolate
not enjoying them
my comrades have physical
beauty, Spirit beauty I doubt
they question commitment and honesty
it is their own they question
we do not need hate to be
involved in a struggle for truth
we ache Love
I see comrades becoming mechanical
we strive for a distant star
that beckons with Love
Comrades !
Love is needed !
How can we teach history?
Without bringing hate into the story.
How can we teach history?
And not bring thirst for revenge to the story.
How can we teach history?
And keep them and us out of the story.
How can we teach history?
And forget about who is to blame in the story.
How can we teach history?
Without making now worse.
How can we teach history?
And keep fairness in the story.
How can we teach history?
And make it a hopeful story.
How can we teach history?
And bring balance to the story.
With the right teachers we can?
The ones who put the right questions to their students.
The ones who highlight sacrifices made,
The ones who highlight the importance of forgiveness,
The ones who highlight the bonds of friendship in times of strife.
The ones who highlight the times war was avoided and how.
The ones who highlight the meaning of atonement.
Eisenhower’s Warning
The brightest grad students from M.I.T.
atomic physicists with soaring ambition
were hired by the armament industry
to design bombs with doomsday precision
China’s top students with noble ambitions
physicists under secret instruction
were assigned by senior army technicians
to design bombs of mega-mass destruction
Brilliant young physicists from Moscow U.
were ordered to a munitions camp
to help make the Soviet Union anew
by building super H-bombs with Putin’s stamp
So, remember before our mutual annihilation:
To get a good job—get a good education!
Beware of the military industrial complex —Dwight David Eisenhower
Written 3/1/22
It got birth in twenty November,
Month of students are doing paper,
2017 and 19 I become are member,
That is in November.
If you will not be aware,
There is no time to prepare,
You can't change anywhere,
That is in November.
If you do in fear,
Everything will become disappear,
Any work you can't appear,
That is in November.
Month of geting rain,
Other people get ill and pain,
Alot of wild animals and vegitation,
That is in November.
Brocken of roads and become weak,
Timetable interact for all week,
Time you espect you can't meet,
That is in November.
In this month there is no teach,
In the village villagers come rich,
Cellebrate like are in the ,
That is in November.
Month of enjoying stage,
People are geting marriage,
Without looking their age,
That is in November.
Month which I care,
Remain few days to be here,
I write it to share,
That is in November.
Have you see how its magic,
In the world has mantic,
But remember all months are fantastic,
That is in November.
Mary
Mary Eliza Mahoney
birth in 1845 an American black child of former slaves daughter of Mary Jane and Charles Mahoney
at 18 showed interest in healing Humanity
in 1863 and the New England hospital for women and children headed
into the healthcare industry
has a younger sister named Ellen also wanted to become a nurse
but alas she didn't graduate
Mary train long days 16 hours
students then earn $1 to $4 an hour
Mary graduated 1879 as a registered nurse
alongside with three other colleagues as the first black woman nurse in the United States of America
2/6/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2021©
Sunruse: May 7th 1845 Dorchester Massachusetts
Sunset: January 4th 1926 Boston Massachusetts
Nationality: American
Alma mater: New England Hospital for Women and Children
United States on lockdown.
It's no longer safe to go out.
There's a new enemy attacking.
It's going to be deadly, no doubt.
Millions will be affected.
Thousands won't make it through.
All humanity is in danger.
The next victim could possibly be you.
A pandemic unlike any other.
All of the headlines read.
Top leaders are issuing warnings.
That all human beings should heed.
Life as we knew it is over.
Rules help to keep us alive.
Videos are starting to surface.
That are showing the fight to survive.
A war very different from the others.
The whole world is fighting to be free.
New soldiers of a different uniform.
Fight an enemy that noone can see.
Those in the medical community.
We all owe our lives to you.
From the bottom of my heart I say Thank You.
For doing everything that you do
Daily news reports the death toll.
Numbers like we've never seen.
Future students will find in textbooks.
The pandemic called CoVid 19.
ONE
I did go to 5am prayers, with flashlight, and at 4:30
Felt remorse for my faults, as neighbor, leader, pastor ...
Even prayed for my enemies and foes, whosoever will!
Even interceding for China and the coronavirus angst, global near-panic
Lovers lost and promises broken, telling others "Celibacy is do-able!"
TWO
This day went well as far as teaching about Mesopotamia
I made connections: their numbers based on 60 gives us time & angles
Reviewing how their 5,000 year-old potters wheel, birthed wheeled things
Educating young minds to ask, "Why first harvests at rivers? Why not hunt?"
Dealing with students is fun. Dealing with bureaucrats, yes at college, stings!
There was a History teacher that didn't
dress for their time. They'd walk in with a hint
dressed in fashion for the days
of that period and phase.
Students learned, always did win A's in print.
1/3/2019
Poetry Contest: Limericks Poetry Contest " Teacher"
Sponsored by: Joseph May
10-10-7-7-10
Role-play: An Approach to Teaching and Learning. Role-play is a technique that allows students to explore realistic situations by interacting with other people in a managed way in order to develop experience and trial different strategies in a supported environment.
U.S. DEBT CLOCK IS OUT OF CONTROL.
IT BOGGLES THE MIND HOW FAST OUR DEBT GROWS.
IT'LL GIVE YOU THE NUMBER OF LIVING,THE NUMBER OF DYING.
SO HARD TO BELIEVE SOMEONE'S NOT LYING.
THERE'S A NUMBER OF WORKERS, A NUMBER WHO DON'T.
I'M SURE THERE'S A NUMBER FOR THOSE THAT WON'T.
THEY HAVE NUMBERS FOR BUDGETS AND MONEY CREATION.
YOU GET THE SENSE OF WHATS GOING ON IN OUR NATION
CAR SALES, HOME SALES EVEN SALES TAXES.
UNEMPLOYED PEOPLE WHO ALL SAW THE AXES.
STUDENTS, INMATES, DISABLED AND FELONS.
NUMBERS MOVING SO FAST IT'S AFFECTING MY MELON.
YOU CAN SEE FOR YOUR SELF, BUT I HAVE TO GO.
IF I CONTINUE TO WATCH MY MIND'S GOING TO BLOW.
SEARCH U.S. DEBT CLOCK SEE FOR YOURSELF.
YOU TELL ME IF WE'RE A NATION OF WEALTH.
In simpler times this one-room school was new.
Now, standing near her timeworn frame, I cry.
Yet here in bygone days fine children grew.
A belfry white, with red brick walls stacked high.
Slate shingles on its roof held rains at bay,
and hearth-stoked fires kept students warm and dry.
The years have seen the brick and timbers sway.
Her memories are echoes on the wind,
yet voices from that past still beg us, stay!
I wish this plot of earth could once rescind
and rejoin times those joyful children knew.
Time and decay mean such dreams be chagrined.
On this ground youth and learning both rang true,
the one-room school of ancient, weathered hue.
One Room School
terza rima
In time, days, months to years
Is the failure of relationships
In January to July to December
And the shallow of rivers
In July, August to September
The destruction by earthquakes
In January, February to December
The reshuffle of accidents
In lakes, roads and in air
The manufacture of acids, guns, and robots
In laboratories, industries and employment areas
The color of rainbows
Blue, green, grey
The personality of people
Conceited, gloomy, temperamental
The training of soldiers, students, and also religions
In academy, schools and institutes
The birth of children
Over years and years all over the world
The truth of lies
In homes, schools up to work places
In time, days, months to years
Is the failure of relationships
In January to July to December
And the shallow of rivers
In July, August to September
The destruction by earthquakes
In January, February to December
The reshuffle of accidents
In lakes, roads and in air
The manufacture of acids, guns, and robots
In laboratories, industries and employment areas
The color of rainbows
Blue, green, grey
The personality of people
Conceited, gloomy, temperamental
The training of soldiers, students, and also religions
In academy, schools and institutes
The birth of children
Over years and years all over the world
The truth of lies
In homes, schools up to work places