Rhyme Teacher Poems | Examples
These Rhyme Teacher poems are examples of Teacher poems about Rhyme. These are the best examples of Teacher Rhyme poems written by international poets.
Jon asked the prof a simple question
His answer, shot back, “It’s complex”
Jon followed up with “Look, I pay $99.9k a year to go here”
Prof's answer, easy over, “That’s why we serve 100-proof beer”
Our science teacher is grizzly, my son said.
He wants to speak to both you and Ned.
Ned was my sixth husband, home in bed.
What did you do? I asked my son Ed.
I set a conference with the science teacher.
Figured I was getting a lecture, like from a preacher.
He has done nothing wrong, the grizzly said.
But he keeps staring at me, is something wrong with Ed?
I did not hear this, because my heart was beating fast.
I was scared to death, I wanted to run but I had a cast.
I could not get my mind off the fact they had hired a bear.
Frankly, I could not wait to run out of there.
Starfish is my teacher now the child said
His imagination is on overdrive said his Daddy Ned
His mother thought it was cute; he is gifted she stated.
They met teacher starfish on conference day and felt almost berated.
Miss M the new teacher was messy, happy and fun
she gave the other teachers a blueprint for one
the others were jealous, for she was loved by all
we were excited to see she was our teacher that fall
Tired phrases
cheap tricks
Find me a teacher
who does not resort to such
to keep the classroom clock a-tick
‘Twenty questions’
‘hangman’s noose’
for the little ones
‘duck, duck, goose’
‘And that reminds me of a story… ‘
~ worn-out teacher in all her glory
Teaching the future has shown me struggle
a world that most can't juggle
Teaching has shown me the reality
a world forged in inequality
Children struggle every day
Yet few care what they say
eyes on marks, not hearts or pain
We chase results but lose the gain
still I see sparks within the grey
Kids who dream I kinder day
If we can teach them how to see
They may rebuild what used to be.
Children are like bees trying to leave home,
When the web holds them ungrown.
A bee knows a task at hand,
Bring forth love and freedom to the land.
From nature every bee lives with grace.
Unstick yourself from this childish place.
From nature every child is grown.
From nature every future is one's own.
A web has no future free,
The way children are meant to be.
Today I’m grateful for all the teachers…
who not only taught me lessons from every book upon their shelf
but found a way to touch my heart
and help me believe in myself.
it was the last day of school in 1963
the teachers were as excited as adults can be
tug of war with a rope could land students in the pond
they wanted to get them all wet, it was a common bond
Rising, advising, water
taught 'er -
bubbles and sleep
are troubles deep.
I remember how hip we were
Our old fuddy-duddy Latin teacher
fell on the ice, broke her hip
We howled all day: Good for her
Time passes, now it’s our turn
Slips and stumbles make one humble
Our Latin teacher’s sweet revenge ~
Avenged at last, her long, slow burn
I could barely juggle my job and my life
the bumper car freeway caused me oodles of strife
to and from school, it was a circus for sure
the drivers are mean, their motives impure
the clown dance I had to do at work was annoying
the children who were rewarded were the ones always toying
the principal had all of us teachers on a merry-go-round
we never felt respected, the place was not sound.
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.
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.
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