Beautiful Teacher Poems | Examples
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To my friend, Miguel
Almost seventeen years, do you remember? We met in Canterbury
We lived in the same house. In a silent, English-style, beautiful road
Miguel, Miguel. My old soul brother. My Bible teacher. Do you remember?
Evening times, you gave me lessons, lessons from the Bible. Teacher
You are a signer. A marker. Your stigma is mine. I am your follower
I remember you. I respect your intelligence. Five languages. Spanish jewish
Miguel, my friend, I have tried so many times to find you in virtual life
But you do not exist. Why? I want to say thank you for my fifteen years. Reading
Your science magnetized me. My Bible Teacher.
From our friendship, my dear and respected flatmate.
Miguel
You are my friend
Where are you?
Missing
Your teachings
And your Bible
May we be blessed to understand
the beautiful dichotomy of our growth……
How some days we are the teachers…
some days we’re the students…
and some days..we are both.
Rare to see a beautiful soul like her who is
Aglow inside out, admirable and amiable. A teacher so
Dedicated, for us students who seek music, she is
Humble, hospitable, affectionate and compassionate.
In times of stress from humdrum of life, her music class is the
Key to unlock the door to a verdant idyll of peace where
A symphony of harmonious notes bloom and waft in air like
The sweet aroma of hope that pure fresh jasmines diffuse.
Ever smiling and cheerful, my teacher welcomes us to the class
And along with her, we drift across unexplored realms of music. A
Child-like innocence and a winsome smile adorns her graceful face.
How blessed am I to be her student, I thank God from my heart. An
Epitome of kindness, she showers her blessings to all. Our dear
Radhika teacher, we adore you forever for your steadfast love!
More than any master,
More than any preacher,
You are the best guide!
Yes! You are the best teacher.
Any excess of summer,
And you cool down as rain.
When the showers get too much,
The clouds drift...you peek again.
When the chilly nights of winter,
Get tough to bear, far too long,
Your warm comfort makes us smile,
In the warmth of spring, we can sing a song.
Like a master of trapeze,
You are all about balance.
You teach us control, harmony,
Yes... you always make sense.
Day and night,
Darkness and light,
There's never disagreement,
There's never a fight!
In you, great teacher,
All can exist side by side,
Desert, Valley, Hills and Plain,
Each gets its place of pride.
For the mind that understands,
For the eyes that truly see,
Your lessons are invaluable,
And they all come for free!
You are the best teacher,
That's what we can say.
We know you have done it forever,
And you will go on showing the way...
Friendly sage from the starless height
Now dying without fright
In his human and earthly sight
The cosmos dimmed its light
Dying from old diphtheria
Still his will looked higher
He lost his voice to teach and greet
That poured wisdom so sweet
All he could do was meekly bleat
Uclers formed on his feet
Uclers broke through his gentle hands
And sweat poured from his glands
“I’ve been waiting to see
You at last before I am free
The Divine within me
I will give back with childlike glee
To the Good and Divine
To the highest, beautiful Vine”
“I have hope for you too
I will fly the path of the few
The path that Plato knew
I am glad you will see me through”
He said as he leaked puss
To his dear friend Eustochius
His friend was by his side
Glad in the fertile countryside
A snake slithered to hide
With logos as his inner guide
He took his final breath
Greeting his diligent friend, death
He left at sixty-six
No longer bound to fleshly tricks
Flew above stars and Styx
Flew high above the craftsman’s bricks
He ascended to the One
Thus, his own friendly will was done
In the journey of life, when paths seem unclear,
Take up the book, let wisdom appear.
With stick in hand, carve your own way,
Through challenges and trials, come what may.
Luck may falter, but faith holds strong,
With pen in grasp, you'll right the wrong.
Embrace each chapter, with courage anew,
For the world awaits the wonders you'll pursue.
Re-hydrate, sipping coffee,
Old teachers, you see,
Inhale fragrance divine,
Caffeine breath, not wine,
Iced coffee, or latte?
Like my beans? I say,
Blending as one,
Sipping coffee, fun,
Addiction of our age,
Coffee fan, my page....
One would not know, to look at me,
my years spent at the ballet barre -
tights sticking to me in summer,
cold fingers in winter.
And the aching to be better,
to be seen,
to be given a correction from my teacher.
She was the goddess of all dance and knowledge,
the stern angel of technique and artistry.
She made me cry,
yet I loved her.
She made me hate myself
and hate ballet and its impossible standards.
If I had been perfect,
self-loathing would not have existed
in that sweat-wringing studio;
the click of her cane would not have conjured dread.
I yearned to be beautiful-
in her eyes and in my own,
but she always wanted something unattainable.
Now, decades later,
if by chance I hear that music,
I inhale with anticipation,
dancing in my mind -
weightless and lovely,
the movements forever ingrained in me.
Perhaps I do a port de bras
if no one is watching.
But I'm sure she is looking down and frowning,
hoping I will extend my arms a little more.
The strange thing is, I know she loved me.
She just wanted something from me that I didn't think I had.
inner vision voids
vaporize near Orion
toward great beyonds
my lord
i see her walking
the cloudy day has turned sunny
my lord
i see her smiling
everything drab perks up
my lord
i see her standing
i love the simplicity of what she does to me
my lord
i see her pretty pine cone eyes light up
doggonit! i knew that she HAD to be taken
another beautiful woman i admire
another reminder from God that she ain't it
i walk on with THIS work still undone
i move on with no bull$hit attitude.....still patiently waiting.....
MOTHER IS FIRST TEACHER
MOTHER IS FIRST TEACHER, NO LIFE WITHOUT TEACHER
TEACHER BUILDER OF NATION
NEED TEACHER IN EVERY GENERATION
TEACHER WAY OF SUCCESS
WITHOUT TEACHER NO SUCCESS
MOTHER IS FIRST TEACHER, NO LIFE WITHOUT TEACHER
TEACHER ALWAYS RIGHT
TEACHER MAKE FUTURE BRIGHT
NEVER IGNORE TEACHER
TEACHER CREATE GOOD FEATURE
MOTHER IS FIRST TEACHER, NO LIFE WITHOUT TEACHER
TEACHER MAKE FUTURE
WITHOUT TEACHER NO FUTURE
PUNISHMENT OF TEACHER, LEARN LESSON OF LIFE
MOTHER IS FIRST TEACHER, NO LIFE WITHOUT TEACHER
TEACHER BUILD LIFE
TEACHER GUIDE LIFE
TEACHER TEACH LESSON
TEACHER PART OF EACH SESSION
MOTHER IS FIRST TEACHER, NO LIFE WITHOUT TEACHER
I am a girl named Stella, an apprentice of Yijing.
My master is Luna, a beautiful woman skilled and kind.
In beginning, she told me, "keep images in your mind."
"What images?" , asked I and she answered, "everything."
"Yijing divination is symbol-interpretation.
Good fortunetellers can draw rich images from symbols.
And it's also important to use images to cast symbols.
From now, you must grow your capacity of imagination."
She continued, "Symbol in Yijing is called Eight Trigrams.
Each Trigram consists of three lines of Yin or Yang.
Yin broken, Yang straight, opposite nature is endowed with them.
Things in-universe are symbolized by eight Trigrams.
It's good for you to think of them at young.
Please make you be familiar with each of them."
Beaux petits lapins
Sans chagrins
Bien nourries
Sans ennuies
Bien au chaud
Âmes si gros
Près à partagés
Tu n'a pas changé
Aussi courageuse
Ma belle serveuse
Savoir le bien être
Couvres vos têtes
L'amour de nos jours
Avait besoin de secours
Me prendre par la main
Vos douleurs vous faites fin
Her words came parading out in a pretty way
But her attitude was not the right one
So many of us children saw through it
Beautiful words, but a mean look
Shutting some down for an hour
Others for the day,
Me for the rest of the school year
I never believed this teacher again
Her face and her words were not in sync.
I already lived with that; I knew what that meant.
Even though I was only five, I stayed on my toes.
Ready for anything.
Glee
abounds
when children’s
antics taunt and
tease a Mona Lisa spitting image
tutor with chalk mark birthday ornate scrolls
blackboard heartland
cascade of
impish
warmth
Date created ; 16th February 2021
Photograph ; Number 2
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