Teacher Poems | Examples of Teacher Poetry

My early childhood was great, I was the first born. My mother had five children after me so I mostly remember spending lots of time with my doting grandmother who kept me busy learning to sew & knit before I could read & write. I had such enthusiasm and benefited from tons of attention. Creativity was a game to me...

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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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At the hour of 10:10, and again at 15:15, I stood—barefoot—upon Mother Earth. And I gazed. Not with the eyes of flesh alone, but with the soul’s unblinking truth. There—before me—was Ra, the Eternal Flame, not merely a star, but the whisperer of secrets, the awakener of the sleeping god within. The light poured into me— not warmth, but memory, echoes of a time before forgetting. He spoke...

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The perfect teacher is not the one who teaches you to add and subtract. The perfect teacher is not the one who explains how you should write. The perfect teacher gives tools to feel, grow, think, and love. My perfect teacher show me how to do it, I will remember her ...

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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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A parent’s experience is never enough ~ to prevent a child from being handcuffed ...

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Oh mirror of my soul where have you gone, now that the forest wind has set you free? Days grown long, yet the same sun tumbles on, as a quiet Song thrush sings back to me. Radio croons a song, in silky drawl.. of latticed roses in proper pink dress. Meadow melody sung in summer squall, and life's mystery left only to...

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The walls lean in, murmuring secrets of weary days, while chairs sigh beneath tired bodies. Words from hollow lips strike like stones— they refuse to soften, echoing in empty corners. My lessons pulse with purpose, glowing faintly in the dust, each one breathes life into silent desks. They wait, expectant—hungry for curious eyes. Even the blackboard leans forward, eager to share every truth...

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mom fed baby birds pushed out of the nest by mom they must learn to fly ...

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Jews are aliens we return to mother ship relax wine and feast ...

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"And my thoughts are all sensations" And my sensations are all my thoughts. The sun controls the moon, and the moon controls me. She said she was a she/they/we, and we just laughed. Not her we, just us. And my thoughts are all sensations, we'll only ever be as smart as your sun. But the sun controls the moon, and the moon controls we. You've...

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Leadership once stood so tall, But lost her spine along the hall. No knocks, no words, just silent calls— She wiped away the names on walls. Silence sits—a secret scribe, Whispers soft, commands prescribe. No voice to speak, no hand to shake, Just shadows where the echoes break. Respect once tried to find her place, But Ego barred her from the space. He strode in...

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To those who should have heard my plea— I write not bitter, but silently. In shadows where the messages fade, I found myself in silence laid. It started with a hopeful thread, A truth that whispered, softly said, To stir the waters, call a friend— But stillness echoed to no end. No ripples came, no words replied, Just empty space where trust had died. “You...

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