Learning Poems - Poems about Learning

Teach them how to discern and learn, Don’t leave them helpless to crash and burn. Teaching them just content, they learn it your way. Teach them the process of learning today, You give them a lifetime of learning every day. ...

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Whichever pathway you decide to choose, They’ll always be lessons and lots of clues. On every pathway, lessons will exist, Finding truth will require that you persist. Walking a path, does not learning assure. Takes more than presence, learning to secure. From your doubt you ask, “why aren’t I learning?” Lacking desire, the internal burning. In the present, let the path...

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Sarah's need for order Marcus's wild imagination Aisha's emotional intelligence Thomas's critical thinking Bonding occurs through shared purpose: "We sink or swim together" Reactions happen when elements combine: conflict ? resolution confusion ? clarity individual ?...

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In chambers of the mind, we store each day, Each lesson wrapped in wonder, fear, or joy. What matters most will never fade away. The smell of chalk, the light at morning's ray, First bicycle, first book, beloved toy In chambers of the mind, we store each day. Not facts alone, but how they came to stay: The teacher's smile, the moment...

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Autumn leaves fall slow a child's questions left hanging in digital silence. My fingers trace letters that will not hold still b becomes d was becomes saw help becomes nothing. The maple outside my bedroom window drops one red leaf, then another, marking time the old way. Mom's phone buzzes: Car arriving in 3 minutes Pizza en route Package delivered. But no alert sounds for the moment understanding slips away from me. No GPS tracks the distance between what I know and what I need to...

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I stand with the world in my hands, Not because I own it, But because I believe A better world begins with me. One step, I walk a quiet road, Learning life, one lesson at a time. Another step, I climb a hill, Chasing dreams that feel too high. Behind me is the man I was, Before me is the man I will be. In...

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I plant no seeds in soil bare, But in the unseen breath of air— Where roots of dreams reach deep, unknown, And blossoms grow from seeds unsown. Each learner walks a secret path, Winds shaping sails with gentle math. No single map can guide them all, For some must rise, and some must fall. I weave the light through shadowed space, With tools of...

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Each passing day puts on display a puzzle piece of jigsaw soul. Providing parts to add to hearts, from halfway done to fully whole. The bygone years are souvenirs, the trinkets of a time gone by; though caked with rust, dried blood, and dust, they stain, then fade, but never die. The decades roll and ring...

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Through the waning years, we experience so much— The highs, the lows, and the path in between. The loss of friends and family cuts deep, And heartbreak clouds the mind with grief. The failures we face, the mountains we can't climb, To find our true selves is the puzzle we’re born to solve. The burdens we carry, the rivers we wade— All...

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A spark ignites, a question form, A curious mind that breaks the norms. It seeks, it stirs, it will not sit still. A restless fire, a growing will, From page to thought, from thought to deed, It learns not just to know, but lead. Mistakes are steps,...

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When your life is ripped apart by loss, each minute seems to last a lot longer and it takes great concentration to do basic human tasks that should come naturally learning to breathe again without paying specific attention to filling your lungs with air and pushing it out again, takes so much out of you when your world tilts on it's...

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Playing with words is like playing with Play-Doh for the first time, mixing colors messing with structures, feeling it's designs between your fingers. All five of them. And then delicately stroking its surface with the others, learning to comprehend the difference between smooth and rough, and that the difference between them defines beauty. It's like wiping the floor clean with its sticky skin, and...

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She says she likes me, yet I don't like myself I've yet to be the man of my dreams, yet such to aspire Not one to keep promises to himself The one without peace behind his eyes, an unquenched fire. Waking up unproud of the way of life, wishing to go higher Yet she likes who I am, while I...

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Life good days and bad days. Days to recall, days I will forget. I have learned much from life. Many friends stay forever, some break your heart along the way. We grow learning more about ourselves, life is fun, hard and many times painful. As many keep saying life must go on, days turning into weeks then to years. We ask where did all the time...

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2025.04.08 Recently, I was fortunate enough to receive Special treatments, at the RMIT building 51, Where not only I have had so much fun. But also having the bodily remedial therapy done. I chatted and laughed with these young students. What they did was part of their courses' curriculum. They came up with a win-win situation, Which they would provide massages...

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