Rhyme Teacher Poems | Examples
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I was young at age but old enough to recognize cruelty
My eyes watered and my tummy ached
I was scared and embarrassed
With wet trousers my tiny thin legs- Shaked
I had raised my hand to go to the john
But my fourth-grade teacher, whom I'll never forget
She wouldn't let me go, why- I don't know?
But I know it was her fault, that I was soaking wet
The kids in my classroom stared at me shaking
Watching me crying, my eyes dripping water
Who will she not let go next?
The boy who sat next to me- or somebody's daughter
My mother, may she rest in peace
Rushed to the school to bring me some dry clothes
She spoke to the principle in a fiery rage
That's when all hell broke out, and a firing arose
That was the last time I saw that mean teacher
Never again would she teach in that school
I hope that she learned a good lesson in life
It's not very nice to be disturbingly cruel
I taught my little daughter
how to ford the raging water.
And I taught my little son
how to calm a storm not yet begun.
Just so they would know ~ how it is done.
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 do its part.
Clear your mind, listen, and follow your heart.
The answers you’re seeking come from inside,
Consider each option then you decide.
Lessons will surely come as you travel,
Allowing the complex to unravel.
Take the complex and make it simplistic,
Lessons learned will seem realistic.
Inspired to share my knowledge,
Dedicated to teach with courage,
I gave my service with all my heart—
In my students' lives, I played an important part.
Three decades of guiding the young,
These are my riches, the songs I’ve sung.
I may be a candle burning low,
But the light I gave will always glow.
Proud to shape each growing mind,
And when my time is left behind,
Please remember me not with sorrow or wrath,
But as one who lit a flicker on your path.
June 20, 2025
Maria Paz
Provoking her is not easy to do
She’s been teaching children since fifty-two
Spanking was the norm back in the day
I still like to use it she will often say
Alas times have changed, children now play
Wasting their time each and every other day
Ridiculous she said when she finally retired
Just months before she may have been fired.
Thank you for every laugh,
And for every smile,
Thank you for every tear,
You made it all worth while.
Thank you for the memories,
The good and bad,
Thank you for making me happy,
During all the times I felt sad.
Thank you for being here,
And getting to know me,
You saw the person,
That you knew I could be.
Cutesy petootsie teacher with her hair so fine
The boys showed up every day in a line
The girls liked her too, she was a favorite all over school
One of the kindest teachers, and she was no fool
Her outfits were perfect, her hair the right kind of messy.
We called her Miss B, the principal called her Miss Bessy
She never missed a day, and we came every day too
The finest teacher I ever had since year preschool two
Some of the best advice I received from my Teach
When I was to give my 9th grade speech
As I was standing up there
Was to picture the class in their underwear
Behold the glory,
The bible is a great story,
His story,
History.
A mystery to me,
I know what I can be,
The one you made me,
King of my reality.
So they can see,
Their true identity,
To end the misery,
Fed deceitfully.
Misguided for centuries,
Tied to fallacies,
Stalling spirituality.
Hiding duality,
Within a form of purity,
Tainted by the greedy,
To keep you needy.
Lost without hope,
Looking to the Pope,
Reaching for a preacher,
A shepherd, not a teacher,
Keeping you from reaching deeper.
Memories float along with sighs,
off-white moths, and butterflies -
and my third-grade teacher, long ago.
We all sat under a mulberry tree,
so a silkworm's dinner, we could see.
Entranced, enchanted ones were we,
growing, as moths and trees grow.
She read the story of Pandora's box,
unknowing what the future's key unlocks
in life's security breach,
but, in childhood's innocent shield,
such wonders were revealed
in the power her tales would wield.
Here's to those who teach.
She would do our heads in, but It’s not that I didn’t value her great teaching skills. Her strategies and patterns always stood out. The tool of teaching was used to best effective use by her, I can ensure you of that, in fact it was levels beyond the rest.a record, a memory that can’t be broken.
In years to come we will remember those days. Sometimes she would cry thinking we might all fail, other times she would laugh with us or at us. I suppose that’s all just part of life, but she did love our class From the core and heart, well that’s what I think.
We thank you for all your hard work and dedication, but in saying that, teaching us must have been so hard.
I want you to know that you will remain in our thoughts, as long as you promise to continue to do people’s heads in and always to stay sound
“No notes,” the teacher said to us,
"and there's nothing you're allowed to discuss.
This is a pop quiz,
to write an analysis
of what to do when someone with a gun approaches our bus."
Anything from the teacher that we've heard,
Is truly the echo of wisdom in word.
Teacher is the flame that makes us glow,
Planting respect in our hearts to grow.
Giving us challenges, putting us to test,
Thank you for making us become our best.
Facing our fears, standing firm together ,
We will remember your guidance forever
Today again, I went to go teach, totally unprepared.
And fearing the principal would come observe me had me so scared,
I rambled through the room, floundering and fluttering.
And then a student asked, "Mr J, why are you muttering?
Do I sense maybe ~ you're just a little bit impaired?"
Today I’m grateful for all the teachers I’ve had in my life…
from the people to the rivers, trees…and stars…
too many to remember all your names…
but I am confident….
you know who you are.