Special Teacher Poems | Examples
These Special Teacher poems are examples of Teacher poems about Special. These are the best examples of Teacher Special poems written by international poets.
Don’t be foolish, Jenny!
Don’t be pathetic, Jenny!
Don’t you run away,
‘Cause this is your time!
Don’t be stupid, Jenny!
Don’t be pathetic, Jenny!
Don’t be anything ‘cause this is your life!
Stand at attention,
Straighten the spine,
You are her teacher, so teach her at school
She’s not your problem,
She’s not your life,
So pretend to move on and don’t be a fool
Don’t be pathetic, Jenny!
Don’t be foolish, Jenny!
Don’t be anything ‘cause this is your life!
She doesn’t need you, Jenny,
Stop wasting time,
On loving a child who could never love you
But this little girl…
Is someone special…
…A miracle…
It’s so sad that she doesn’t know
Could I call myself a teacher,
If she…
Fell through the cracks I can see?
This little girl needs,
To be showered with love,
But it won’t come from me…
I can’t meet her needs,
She has found me…
Pathetic… Little me…
Pathetic… Little me…
Pathetic…Little…me…
Pathetic! Little…me…
I am PATHETIC! Little… me…
Pathetic!
Pathetic!
Pathetic!
…Pathetic… Little… Me…
You are the power of knowledge,
you are the source of inspiration,
you are the path to the goal,
you are the ambassador of special qualities,
you are the light that extinguishes the darkness,
you are the sculptor who carves the stone,
you are the form of Ganesha,
you are the incharge of Saraswati,
you are the backbone of achievement,
you are the source of learning,
you are the power that teaches to unfurl the wings and fly,
you are the route to grow to peak height,
o my master, o my master,
millions of thanks to you!
Quote By Poet "I do not know where the time goes.
It just goes running away."
I do not know where the time goes,
from the opening of a day to it's close.
It just goes running away,
time will not stay here to play.
Life is made up of time,
some good times or some sad times we must climb.
These times will be very special,
with a moment sprinkled in our life's vessel.
Everyone can remember their first kiss,
a very special moment in time we did not miss.
I can still remember a teacher embarrassing me,
it was not a good moment in time I just wanted to flee.
Moment and time walk hand and hand,
it may not be what we have planned.
Dear Teachers,
You are very very special
Your character is really inexplicable
You've taught us millions of lessons which is a billion dollar thing
We still remember that amazing school sessions that has given us wings
Punishments and scoldings all are just part.
But all these memories connect us even when we miles apart.
School has fun feelings and care Study and morality we find everything was there,
That era has been golden and teachers are gem
Friends are companion can't forget them Lots of gratitude and respect for you.
Thanks for everything because you all are gem that are rare and few
Rimjhim
I will never have a grandchild Mrs. Lee lamented.
How old are your boys? I asked.
Forty-six and forty-eight.
You don’t know that, I said. There is hope.
They live at home with us, she told me.
I make their meals, I do their laundry. I clean their rooms.
I am shocked.
She has been a special ed teacher for forty years.
Teaching other people’s children basic life skills.
Do they have jobs? I ask.
No. They play video games all night.
or they meet their friends and play music.
I am speechless.
The happiest shoe went on a dancing binge
Sing dance sing dance sing dance kick kick kick!
I had never seen such a shoe with nary a hinge.
What a marvelous sense of humor, what a schtick!
Where did you come from? Other teachers asked.
The teacher wearing them smiled in front of everyone.
They soon forgot the shoes until one of them gasped.
The shoe was clicking and clacking on her desk having fun.
No smiling until Christmas! Someone yelled in a mean ugly way.
The dancing shoes kicked themselves onto a table and began to play.
The new teacher did a twirl and a whirl and the very high fancy kick
She did not care about naysayers, had her own special schtick.
Outside, free and happy
Teachers in the shade
Loving you and hugging you
Having the best day
Summer on your mind
Baseball games, water parks
Spending time with family
Skinned up knees, mosquito marks
School is the best place
As it comes to an end
Field trips, movies, special treats
To students we commend
Just because it's over
Doesn't make it so
Heaven is a place
Your happiness will go
Baseball with the Angels
Grandma's kissing marks
Spending time with Jesus
In his golden parks
Happy there forever
Pain has gone away
It will always be
Like the end of school in May
The child was telling the wildest story imaginable.
I was in a special education class, and he was in second grade.
The story included bombs and fires and explosions.
He was totally animated as he told it.
The rest of the class was enthralled, transfixed.
He said “Everybody died!”
I said “What about Tommy?”
Tommy is his best friend.
“Except Tommy.”
“What about Susie?”
“Except Susie.”
“What about me, did I die?”
“No, we saved you,” he told me.
His teacher had come back into the classroom.
“What about Mrs. Schmidt?”
He looked at me sternly and said “We can’t save EVERYBODY, Mrs. Kay!"
Mrs. Schmidt knew that he loved her.
I knew that he loved her.
Our eyes met and we started laughing.
We reminded each other of that moment often.
Every single time, we had a little laugh.
Get beat up in a street fight,
yeah, that's life.
Win the lead part in a play..
well hey, that's life too..
then someday comes to pass..,
Find someone that moves you..
deep in a place you never new existed.
Even better, they had that place too,
same as you.
You can heal from a street fight.,
there will always be another play.
(sound of glass breaking, horns blaring, whatever fits)
Losing that special someone..
You never can quite
get past it, seems. I don't think it was meant
to be easy to replace, those dark eyes..
Like a toe.., or an arm.
Moral of this story.., who knows.
Seemed so easy to let them in,
yet so hard to walk away..
Yesterday was our first physical day at school this year.
For the Kindergarteners it was their first day at school ever.
I walked into a hallway and they went crazy.
“HI Mrs. K! It’s Mrs. K! Hi Mrs. K! Hi Mrs. K! It’s Mrs. K!”
The teacher and I exchanged smiles.
I have been a movie star to them
Coming into their homes through their computers
For six and a half months.
Of course I am a celebrity.
I felt pretty special.
Like I had a fan club,
And I guess I do!
One of the students told the Coach
“It’s Wednesday! Mrs. K. Comes on Wednesday!”
The coach told me that other kids began chiming in.
They all loved Mrs. K.
The coach asked them what I taught them.
They did not know, but they agreed I am “fun”.
This is more than enough to keep me signed up for another year.
A God-honored teacher, Miss Ruth Vance
His gift to our town, His circumstance.
No replacing her bulging tote bag -
It was priceless, minus the Gucci tag."
and now the rest of the story....
Teacher extraordinaire, Miss Ruth Vance
taught eighth graders about life, perchance.
From first grade to twelfth, school musician.
Music was her primary mission.
For Halloween, she'd parade the whole school
round and round the gym! What a jewel!
Her eighth graders always danced the May Pole.
Pomp and Circumstance, our seniors' goal.
Christmas plays displayed her special niche;
school choirs of all ages sang without a hitch.
Our Mary Poppins with overstuffed school bag -
Miss Ruth, musician, teacher and wag.
Sundays at noon, she played the town postlude
doors thrown wide open, all ears were glued...
Baptists, Methodists going home from church
heard Miss Ruth, at her Presbyterian perch.
January 4, 2021
contest: Clerihew
sponsor: Regina McIntosh
Art teacher, fourth grade, was Sister Yvonne-
Dominican Nun I could rely on.
She fostered my talent with special care
that gifted my life with artistic flair.
December 17, 2020
Premiere Contest: Clerihew
Sponsor: Regina McIntosh
swap quatrain
When spring's in the air, sub teachers may cringe;
attention to lessons way off the fringe.
Some minds fixed on "love"; girls fixing their hair.
Sub teachers "may" cringe when spring's in the air.
Makes vice-principals cry long about May
clown acts are common, at least much horseplay.
When your pupils fail to see eye to eye,
long about May makes vice-principals cry.
English lit class buzzin', Keats' Grecian Urn;
write down anything you think you might learn.
Cheap pens sold for a dollar a dozen;
Keats' Grecian Urn, English lit class buzzin'.
Springs in the air, subsitute caught a few.
Class clown showed some special tricks he could do.
Pens flying all around with hidden flair;
substitute caught a few springs in the air.
June 9, 2020
We teachers all on knowledge dine
And we unlock our students' minds.
So they can reach the path divine
We really are a special kind.
We are mentors that push their yearning
We teach them how to read.
Then they can always read for learning.
We really are a special breed.
We are like shepherds guiding sheep
Showing them how to take the right path.
Without our nurture, they would sadly creep
Through all the world unending wrath.
Yes, teachers, turn the pages
Of many wonderful books.
Our training reaches down through the ages
We teach our pupils for knowledge to look.
Thank you, dear teacher,
For all, you have done.
In a world of so many
You are a special one.
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Do you know the importance of teachers
That question is a lesson in itself
How do you learn to achieve wealth
Receive a doctorates or even a black belt
There’s a great teacher around
Great with a ball or maybe a wrench
There’s a great teacher around
Preparing great meals or building a fence
Like super heroes from distant planets
That come and save the day
Our heroes from the world of academia
Come and lead the way
Just for what you stand for alone
You should be forever bestowed in favor
Facing the most daunting task of taming & guiding the beast called human nature
Ode to those undervalued teachers
Who make education allure & dapple
You are revered by me and many others
With much love and many apples