Teachers History Poems | Examples
These Teachers History poems are examples of History poems about Teachers. These are the best examples of History Teachers poems written by international poets.
yes put in prison
bad really bad
not unprovoked
coup ten four
nearly half score
different tongues
east west religion allegiance
outside
virgin merrika break promise
bill george barry donny
angie admit minsk
buy time pump arms
one fourkay east dead
meanwhile
roulette politic
phantom rushing
doing same both side usual
smoke mirrors bait switch bump
cry smile shout you essay
you know usual while
mic
well forget now
donny pause get joey
oh humanity
chief can start not stop mic
Jesus must explain
yes yes crime wanted connection
zel promise peace
joey change script
czar said too far
joey promise no more north stream
surenough nine month
come true
three war tank tank
delivery who knows when
food meds house teachers roads broke
mic one with eleven zeros climbing
keep going til czar rational
not let opp regret fly or
back down like did end two double v two
please lol history books texas
you essay virgin merrika love fodder people
fly flag virgin merrika
hail bearer mars midas
roulette rushing talking
points
aim fire
not my ten nine boy
y'all lying thieving
pieces canine scat
I believe the past shapes our stories
Into a future born of history
Woven in the tapestries
The fair hand of undulating poetical landscapes
A golden thread of music warms our soul
We share with our children
That they may have the tools too
To shape their story
A better version of you. ..
Teachers can't afford to live there
So parents of student are offering space
We've seen this scenario before
Hearken back to Colonial days*
But back then there were no taxes
Parents paid teachers out-of-pocket
The message from high-tax California
~ Inflation's taken off like a rocket
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*Read the short story, 'The Legend of Sleepy
Hollow,' about Ichabod Crane, the itinerant
schoolmaster, who took room and board
in the homes of the communities he served.
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.
Do you think we shall forget the chains and bonds you shipped us in,
the stench of sweat and death swelling our nostrils,
the world you brought us to, to do you toil, the auctions of
our bodies, the abuse we took?
We shall not forget. You have given us the weapon.
We shall take the knowledge you offered. The new laws to sustain
the culture, and by the hands of slaves, our martyrs, and the people.
We shall strike the powerful blow, that will release time.
Black doctors, black teachers, black businesses, black homeowners.
A BLACK PRESIDENT!
Saw a poll today about World War Two
Seems 30% of Americans now question
Our fight against Adolf Hitler's drive for
World domination, for control of me and you
Age group 30-44 drove the results
How developed such a grievous insult
Could it possibly be
that our schools no longer teach
the truth about the 20th Century
Have our teachers turned so radical left
that of disgust for Adolf Hitler they are bereft
It's Memorial Day, 2021, to honor those who gave their lives ~
so that civilians would be free to promote this egregious, repulsive jive
Albert Einstein
Born - March 14,1879
Died - April 17,1955
Einstein died of an aortic aneurism at the age of 76 and the pathologist removed his brain to study it and find out what made him so intelligent.
His peers said he was a man of child like quality that made him totally unsophisticated and without worldliness.
Albert Einstein
His teachers thought his abilities limited,
But his genius went down in history,
And his brain, after death was exhibited.
Who remembers subway token,
Nickel, penny, silver dollar
Man who wrote his inuner story
Was he stranger to the glory?
Moonlight dust and darkness blurry
Lipstick lost its cherry color
Love transformed into tradition
Havoc mirrors intuition.
Acts of God correct translation
Means the end to Man adventure
Covid 19 - earthquake horror
Did we spend the time we borrowed?
Rap - stupidity atonements
Blood in movies, rivers, oceans
Faceless global politicians
Brave new order and ambitions.
Hitler, Lenin, “Che” Guevara
Souls are dead, screams in Nirvana
Lovely breakfast in Savannah
Times are eaten by Giraffe.
Fossils feed the intuition
Vicious lies in schools by teachers
Wearing condom on banana
Mimic intercourse for children.
Activists are all united
Feminists scream in excitement
By the laws they introducing
Common trend of current season.
No one is asking questions
No one is giving answers
No one is charged with treason
No one escapes from prison.
Who requires subway token,
Nickel, penny, silver dollar?
Man forgot his inner story
He prefers the slang of color.
4.2013 - 3.2020
HISTORY FACTS
history is perspective
create your favorite
WHY REASONS
fears dominate decisions
not faiths position
LEGAL SYSTEM
justice thought served
fair remains ignored
BATTLES FOR GOD
war religion lent
never hears amen
PRICING
when money poor
everything cost more
HORRIBLE NIGHTMARE
trifles require license
idiots freely parent
OUR CHILDREN'S TEACHERS
perversion media - heroes
morality consciousness - zero
SCHEDULES
living clock bound
time never found
HOUSING DEVELOPMENTS
populated suburban neighborhoods
strangers lacking brotherhood
Albert Einstein
His teachers thought his abilities limited;
But his genius went down in history,
And his brain, after death, was exhibited.
It's not footprints that we should be talking about -
They’re personal – my footprints, bold and giving,
Which shape me, make me me - who I am:
They're not Jesus’s, the king of living.
Your personal history partly determines your life,
Helps you, or makes you want to overcome,
Makes you want to become who you want to be,
Because I'm more than just my history’s sum.
The Jesus that we know is a universality:
Communal, all-knowing and immortal;
But that I evolved and am part of humankind,
Gives me purpose and a rather large portal.
Individual responsibility makes the criminal weep:
His actions are only his, there's no leeway;
It gives the success story her satisfied smile,
At past determination in her disbelieving day.
Existentialism posits we each exist without divinity,
As self-sufficient entities with meaning as your call;
Supernature strokes the ego, fondles the pride,
So just believe in atheism and be relational to all.
In Mary Stevenson’s Footprints poem,
Jesus carries you, with his footprints in yours;
But I think my role-models, physios and teachers,
Along with myself, carried me in theirs!
Eyes of Seminary – Zamreen Zarook
Every day in our lives has different fragrance,
God give us various things in abundance,
Day by day knowledge is gained in accordance,
Things depend according to the attendance.
Two years of studies,
Helped us to come out with various abilities,
Extremely joyful moments with buddies,
But life said every aspect has its boundaries.
Teachers become very friendly,
They approach us very kindly,
They speak on us exaggeratedly,
Because they know, if not we might behave badly.
Big shots in the school boundary,
These are years of foundry,
It helped us to find and go for laundry,
Marvelous days, fully packed with sundry.
Various angles the kith and kins are civilized,
It’s because our knowledge is enhanced,
Guys and girls turned well experienced,
That’s why we call it levels of advanced.
My father and my mother sat me down one day
to tell me how wonderful that I was growing O.K.
The years passes by as I got to be a teenager
with high hopes of becoming the first young manager
Life turns out a manager job is not for me
so I kept things to a minimum working hard you see
My family had taught me with all do respect
the life we lead is the image of our age in an aspect
Like queens and kings we bow our head
to the people who is wiser in age even when dead
Life as our guide the time we have aged
is what we leave behind that we are gaged
In prospective we are the stars and we are the earth
because we age and leave behind a new birth
To those that seek such blessing of heart
remember this age is respect for living from the start
Do you remember your father, mother, and teachers
they are the ones cheering you on, sitting on those bleachers
They don’t teach like they used to
Back when I was still in school.
So many facts I learned
Just aren’t taught now, as a rule.
Yet there is one true constant
And I’m sure you learned it, too:
In 1492
Columbus sailed the ocean blue.
Yes, that year is like a trigger
That gets pulled inside our brains;
Of all the dates from history,
That single one remains.
So poetry has done its job
And teachers throughout time
Have been grateful that Columbus
Had a year and feat that rhyme!
Babies of Beslan............
The darkest day in history,
Brought tears to my eyes.
Many Russians murdered,
In a mass of horrid cries.
Hundreds of innocent people,
Seen fleeing through the streets.
Bodies thrown onto the verge,
In a sea of blood-stained sheets.
So many kept within a school,
Being held against their will.
Suicide bombers with booby traps,
That care not who they kill.
An act by Chechen rebels,
Seeking freedom for their kin.
With scenes of utter carnage,
From those terrorists within.
Semi-naked children,
Seen running through the street.
The Chechen rebels in the school,
Shooting at their feet.
Bombs and bullets filled the air,
As the smoke engulfed the skies.
People running from the school,
With terror stricken eyes.
Such barbaric bloody actions,
Brought death and undue pain.
The heart of the Beslan community,
Won't see their like again.
May the Lord our God watch over you,
May he guide you by his light.
May he hold you in his arms again,
And keep you safe tonight...........
In memory of the children and teachers of the Beslan school massacre.