Thank You 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
Old teachers,
elders, ministers, gurus, coaches -
your influence recedes.
Something new approaches.
Thank you for your contribution
to my mixed-up confusion.
Sorry, now, to see you go,
as you uphold the status quo,
or support your fine ego,
maybe make a little dough.
No, I must let go
of your hand to hold,
as I leave the fold.
New teachers,
now come into focus,
hummingbird,
your magic is not hocus-pocus,
as a flower you might try.
Caterpillar, butterfly,
you would never lie,
nor would eagles as they fly
so high up in the sky.
Every animal and plant,
each red and li'l black ant,
just like clouds, and sun and moon
keeping time to a celestial tune,
they know just what to do,
and where to go,
and I love them so.
Out in the desert, late at night
The stars and moon are shining bright
The coyotes sing,
While crickets keep beat
Cool night's joy, replaces heat
The owl sets out on nightly quest
"Who, whoo's my meal?"
ever his jest
The man in the moon
witnessed escapes
Wild dashes
for thorn bush drapes
The merry stars
with twinkling eyes
Laughed at the hoot owl's
great surprise
Kangaroo rat leaps in delight
Out in the desert late at night
I had quit the counseling program; I was no longer excited.
One year of graduate school was enough; I was done.
Then you telephoned me to see what had gone wrong.
I could not trust you; you were a voice on a phone.
You offered to drive an hour to where I was and take me to lunch.
I told you it would be a waste of time; you did not back down.
We met, and I was hard and inflexible at first.
But you wore me down and promised to help if I would return.
Thanks to your empathy and love, and your caring ways.
I have been a school counselor for twenty-six years.
A position that has brought me joy, love, and energy.
Thanks to your empathy and caring ways. So, I thank you.
The Professor settles in and says, “Let’s go around the circle and introduce ourselves”
We listen to resume after resume of unbridled accomplishment. Then he points to me.
“Hi, I’m Anais, I’m a freshman, from Georgia, and I have mad skills. I can b*tch about anything or feign complete indifference. I can give the impression of depth or play the ditz. I can pick the slowest line every time and I’m so good at sleeping I can do it with my eyes closed.” I finish and give the professor a head tilted “anything else?” look.
“Uhh,” He gives me an amused look, “thank you Anais,” “Next.”
I’m in an an environment where pretentiousness can run amuck
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PS, I have short stories too. =]
The sixth graders were the next to shop.
They were a small but mighty group.
They left more loudly than they arrived.
It was great to see them!
So many said thank you.
It was marvelous to be given the gift of their manners.
They are gone now; the auditorium is silent.
Feeling sad, wishing her seats were filled.
Aha! We hear children in the hallway
Heading this way.
I watch the auditorium light up
He is a real problem the other counselor told me
She has given me a year of misinformation
So, I am not ready to jump on this hook
I go to get him; he is seven, and super funny.
He is a cartoonist like me, and uses words like
“please” and “thank you”
Words I myself often forget to use
We have such a great time I forget to take him back
We are ten minutes late; I will take all blame
On the way I feel something crispy put into my hand.
It is half a chocolate chip cookie.
He grins at me.
This will not be our last visit
He has made my Friday delightful!
Johnny had no real classes this year.
I hear some teachers loudly cheered!
School at home with drug using folks.
Thank you, Teachers Union, his entire
year, half high, gone up is smoke!
5/13/2021
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Oh! prophetic teacher
World War II nun
Where are you now
Miss Godowski
Godspeed creative writing English teacher
Thank you for your courage teachings writings
Oh! poetic teacher
Godspeed God bless you
Where are you now
My sophomore creative writing teacher
Don't know where you are
If you're alive or dead
Prayers in heaven
Are you now with God Jesus and the Angels
Write on writer
On the clouds tablets
Of God, thank you Miss Godowski for all you did and done
Oh prophetic teacher write on
World War II nun
Where are you now
Godspeed Miss Godowski
A DEDICATED VERSE TO MY 10th Grade CREATIVE WRITING TEACHER MISS BERNICE GODOWSKI
12/2/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2020
Thank you, Mr. Rogers (yes, his real name!)
for rescuing me from teenage purgatory.
Perplexed teenager, lacking social lumen
pulled C's in English, D's in History -
my dreadful retrograde trajectory
projected no collegiate acumen,
in prom discussions, practically subhuman!
Then, your poetical geometry
and sleek Cartesian choreography
became my sailing ship, and I, its crewman.
Derivatives soon danced in arcs non-static.
Pythagorean proofs helped me progress,
vectors resolved problems that once would vex.
Your agile algebra of joy quadratic:
my new hypotenuse of happiness
helped me to find myself... I solved for x.
Written 13 March 2020
Great life coaches and goal directors
We greet you on this jubilant day
Accorded to all genuine mentors
Who build lives midst best triumphant way.
Wondrous teachers’ day, dear instructors
We thank you; your goodness we can’t pay
You stir hearts become love-conductors
And shine through radiant service-ray.
God bless this day, honouring teachers*!
Joyous teachers, day... fellow life-builders
May the Lord be seen in our roles as value-enrichers
Propelled by His love-propelled, we are soul-feeders!
*1Corinthians 12:28 And God hath set some … teachers… Titus 2:3 … teachers of good things.
September 30, 2019
Thank you for taking the time
to show me how to write.
Thank you for the sleepless nights you
spent marking my work,
Thank you for the time you took off holidays
to give me extra attention when I needed it,
I am who I am because of you
Your hands have molded governors and presidents
rock stars and writers.
Thank you for showing me how to hold a pen
So that I can write this.
When I'm feeling a bit put down
And the best I can muster, is a pitiful frown
I hold in my hand a gift given me
By a special person,
I'm sure you'll agree
It's not much to most people
No, no value as such
But to me, just me,
It has always meant so much.
It was a simple thing it seemed
But thoughtful beyond measure
A Buck Eyed Chestnut from her tree
And to me a life's treasure.
I still have it ,
It's on my desk, Thank You B Shaw
She did not know she was the worst kid
in middle school
until the teachers turned
on her.
It only took one
teacher, and then
it was two,
and then it was
three.
suddenly, she was
a bad kid.
She spent her afternoons
in the principal's office.
Because she smiled too
much.
because she had a
"wicked smile".
I could not have been more
pleased.
He was much nicer
than the teachers.
"What did she do?"
he would ask them.
"I just can't stand
looking at her."
"She smiles too
much."
"Her laugh
disrupts the
class."
It's quite the
compliment
to be this
much a
thorn
in so
many teachers'
sides.
Thank you, teachers.
Thank you!
I was just a kid
No clue of the challenges ahead
Looking back you were truly
An angel put on my path
To walk me through a tough transition
You even looked like my grand-mother
I was such a naïve gullible youth
Totally blind to your silver angel wings
Or did I really believe it was normal
That loving people all have wings
AP: Honorable Mention 2020