Pupil Poems - Poems about Pupil

How do you know what you know It fell from the skies into my eyes That were ready and willing to see...

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We had a most horrid schoolteacher, And us children did all hate her, She’d shout at us for no real reason, And threaten to see us later, She had a dip on a Florida trip, And was swallowed by an alligator, But only crocodile tears were shed, ‘Cos we were all just … gladiator!...

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School A teacher smiles with the bad news He won’t get his grades, in their view He’s wasted ten years attending school he’s good in PE and the swimming pool It’s last-ditch, with exams months away At ten parent’s evenings they failed to say Gave you no warning until it’s too late And abandoned your child to their fate They worry about the...

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Star Pupil A teacher took a girl aside to mention That he had noticed her lack of attention And had done nothing at all today in class The pupil replied “oh sir, indeed I have.” “I composed a poem, it’s my best one yet” “I’m sure you will agree, so please do not fret” He knew here was a pupil with ambition A...

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Eye said: "To be loved one must first learn to love oneself." Pupil said reflecting: "I'll look for someone just like you and me." "One who wears a daisy chain of forget-me-nots, blue." "For loving eyes see eye to eye, true."...

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Education isn’t vain for any child school process, biting for both as the peeling of onions intelligence is sad, looks and shrugs the mind of this young chap is a busy compound trying its best to catch up but still staggers how can this sleepy brain be made to get tingly? how can we manage its pace from start to final? using...

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Little Tommy surprised pretty Miss.May, With a Lovely card on Valentine’s Day, It said, “you are so lovely, And me so very lonely”, Marry dad and be with me everyday! Dated 03 Feb 2020 “Your Best New Limerick Contest” sponsored by Tania Kitchin....

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Though unlived ages defter poets shall bring, And blur all rhymes woven in my barren span; May young pupil-scribes with like relish savor These yellowing tropes as sworn zealots can. Despite the flurrying crop of many sharper wits, Let new apprentices of fine art read these lines; And gratefully gain inspiration from olden writs, Fresh as dateless gems in death-hidden mines....

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Research shows, teams under-perform, despite all extra resources; members just fight don't agree on agenda; an upright leader gives professional touch for sight. Disciplined leader chooses team mate right for the job in best way; guide and ignite with direction, she owns fully unite team efforts, takes risk for result aright. But, her job excitedly demanding as involves exercise of commanding authority, leader is upstanding manages...

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A Pupil of Papua New Guinea I live in a village deep in the jungle And cross rivers on foot and by wooden boat Westerns have come but have not taken our pride Village men perform an ancient ritual, A tribal dance Honoring their ancestors and praying for a safe journey and return for their children ,dad’s...

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Work is my play. It's a time to be with people and laugh and sing, and teach children how to love themselves. Work is my sword. It's heart-felt, and natural, and exciting as things are always being thrown at me. Work is my life. Here is an example of what could happen and did: One time a particularly needy urchin...

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Hey I wrote a sonnet. The subject is the agony of leaving behind friends after tenth grade,cause i am leaving tenth grade this year.Its my first sonnet,tell me how is it Rate it out of ten Few months, till we become unknown strangers Like a book is unknown to a hoodlum Memories raise their hand like front benchers Tears...

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There is some hate behind every pupil- Hidden by the warm smiles in your eyes. You shake my Hand with all bliss And embrace me like a mother- But there is some evil buried in your thoughts. The soft sweaty hands Will soon transform to iron the very smile to Murder-desire- Then will I understand That there was but murder Cooking in your very veins......

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how do you play so lovely you play it with your shoulders and you play it with your hips why am I shaking so when I play with you you’re cold and you’re wet no … yes let's try again silly, this is your spot, now start counting...

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In this journey through time there will be many lessons learned, and many tasks defeated. Stay strong and life will go on. Never believe you're alone, even when you get lonely. You are a pupil and you are learning, and space is moving on. Don't dwell on the past but don't forget it. Never believe you know everything, but don't believe you don't know anything. We...

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