Short School Teacher Poems
Short School Teacher Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about School Teacher by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about School Teacher by length and keyword.
Public schools closing again
Teachers abandon the halls
Slamming the door on education
Mayor, just fire them all
The Sunday School teacher May Crow
Wanted children their God to know
Alas her repast
Created a blast
That caused them to puke domino
snake devours mouse
children in the class all scream
teachable moment
teachers idea
I hear it from my office
where are the phone calls
Donald Trump says kids are immune
So classrooms must open - and soon!
If teachers die
We all know why:
Trump gets his facts from a cartoon!
Time Out! It feels so good
To sit in the sun,
And breathe in the air.
Birds sing! Warm air is balmy...
I smell the flowers,
And I don’t have a care.
A school teacher named Miss Shaw
Though well-endowed wore no bra.
Things slipped and jiggled
Bounced and wiggled
Pupils are still awed by what they saw.
A well known bible school teacher
Went to the game with the preacher
She shouted obscenities
And made no amenities
He had her banned from the bleachers !!
Four-year-old boy says to Sunday school teacher
My mommy almost made us late to church!
She had to make herself boo tee ful.
But she is already boo tee ful!
Was as a new teacher, Miss Prissy McClair
Put bulletin boards up standing on chair
Stapler fell down
Chair fell on the ground
She's upside down with her feet in the air
Enjoyable being bus greeter
Getting sweet or angry high fives
Seeing quickly who needs me
Who might blow up today
Who has a birthday
A great heads up
Bus greeter
Daily
Sweet
Her teacher is yapping again.
She resents it, it takes away from her nap time.
Do you sleep with your eyes open? Her girlfriends ask.
Must, she replies. It comes in handy in class.
Temples throbbing
Heart pounding
at capacity
Introduced very first day
as 'Teacher of Perspicacity'
Did not know what it meant...
Next 'Word of the Day' ~ Retirement
school
classrooms
halls echo
teacher shapes futures
chalk dust drifts throughout time
teacher's heart sparked eager minds
“my classroom days still warm my heart.”
How so lovely to meet him
Elementary school teacher
Same so lovely smile on his nice face
Saino type of poem. It is not in Poetrysoup list of poems forms, so I selected "I do not know".
Form:
When will I need
Multiplication?
Why waste my day on it?
When will I need
This long division?
Why are we doing this?
I do not need
Spelling or writing
That’s your job, isn’t it?
you young, know it alls, are going to get this if it kills me;
you will chew it up and spit it out ‘til you know it is right,
or I promise to haunt you for the rest of my death.
© 17 Mar 2011 CGH
Let’s do the happy dance. Cha. Cha. Cha.
Let’s sing and clap. Rah. Rah. Rah.
Let’s say hello to our friends.
Lah Dah Dee Dah Dee Dah
Sing our jazzy tune
Fly to the moon
Come sweetie
Take my
Hand
incubator day
children wait for eggs to hatch
one chick pecks away
teacher covers cage
six chicks emerge overnight
only one hold out
this egg never cracks
wise teacher takes it away
quietly alone
remember childhood
some ate glue others cut hair
dangerous mixture
dull safety scissors
elmers glue bottles, glitter
tattered valentines
overwhelmed teacher
in sticky situations
over running sink
Winter break
What to do first?
I could stay up all night
Weirdly enough,
It does not have the appeal it used to
Winter break
I have eaten a box of chocolates
Tiny box, no more than ten pieces
Now what?
And what happens
When the heart stops beating
The organs shut down
And the body dies?
A little boy asked the teacher
One day,
Just before the bell sounded...
W.A CHOLT. Copyright Fergal O Reilly. 2017
Are you identical twins? The school teacher asked.
I am not impressed, slightly stuplified and aghast.
They are boy and girl twins, you idiot I want to say.
But I have used up all of my insult quota until next Wednesday.
First birn of eight,Henry Heinz by name
Brought the common bean to worldwide fame-
In business,he kept his faith alive
Renown for the brand,fifty-seven
Eternal remembrance,now,in heaven
Sharpsburg born Henry Heinz (1844-1919).
I try, I try, I try again
This cycle, I just can't break free
Every day the same routine
Yes, it is tiresome,
But it is necessary
Says the teacher
Who without fail,
Gives it out everyday
What could this be?
Homework, what else?
She utters faint sounds,
I swear they're syllables,
But they sure aren't words.
Hidden behind veils,
Of succulent red flesh,
And rigid white bone.
Her "words" shatter glass,
But will never compensate,
For their lack of worth.