Teachers Day Poems | Examples of Teachers Day Poetry

That Canteen Guy

Just a few days in, college felt new,
Chilling in the canteen with my unusual crew.
I saw a guy feeding pups with care,
And told my friend, “Yaar, ese bhi log hote hai.. it's rare!”

He was just another face,
A guy with a gentle grace.
We laughed it off and moved on from the scene,
Not knowing what that moment

Because of a Teacher

Because he had a teacher
He came to school so proud
Each new shoe he lay 
confidently on the ground

Because she had a teacher 
Her hair looked oh so nice
For picture day that year
Her ponytail-precise

Because they had a teacher
They lay safe upon their bed
Not a worry they will feel
Inside their little head

Because she had a teacher
She learned

I’m a nobody, until

I’m just a cackling controller 
(sit straight, listen, stop talking)
Until I stop to look into your eyes
It’s the wonder in them which makes me a teacher

I’m just a watching monitor
(settle down, take your things, write neatly)
Until I stop and pay attention to your work
It’s the magic in your hands that make me a teacher 

I’m

The Mime Learns to Speak

In a room stitched with silence,
she stands—face painted, lips sealed—
mirroring worlds with invisible walls,
a language of gestures no one translates.

Here, speech is a fragile rebellion.
Her fingers sculpt stories midair,
but the crowd wants laughter without edges,
pantomime without questions.

She remembers classrooms—
words trapped in chalk dust,
voices pressing her into corners
too tight for dreams to unfold.

But tonight, her throat

My Teacher Is The Light Of My Life

My Teacher Is The Light Of My Life

 Birds sing sweetly in the morning
 The sky is clear without clouds and blue
 My teacher came riding a bicycle
 Bring useful knowledge
 For our beloved ones

 My teacher gave me a role model
 Without tiredness or time
 The light of your lamp will always live
 Illuminates

CHARTING THROUGH CELESTIAL WATERS

Oaring through the vast ocean of knowledge,  
Tiding through currents with courage,  
Diving deep to find pearls of wisdom,  
Guiding with a prism through the kingdom. 

Patience woven in each fabric,
Kindness poured in noble tactic.
Teachings unlock closed door, 
Musings reveal so much more. 

In the era of Google and AI,  
Information

Flame Keepers

Classrooms ain't boxes, they're launchpads, ya hear
Where minds catch fire and fears disappear!

You don't teach subjects, you light up souls! 
Creative sparks flying, beyond old-school goals!

"Can't do it?" No, you flip that script!
"Not yet" is the mantra that's got us all gripped!

When the world screams "QUIT," you whisper "Try," 
Grit in their bones, you're teaching

Our Guides

To those who guide with wisdom’s light,
Through every challenge, wrong, and right.
You shape our minds, our hearts, our way,
We honor you on this Teacher’s Day.

With patience deep and knowledge vast,
You help us learn, from first to last.
In every lesson, big or small,
You catch us when we fear the fall.

With humorous classes, that makes us hustle,

Hold My Hand To Teach Me How To Write

Hold my hand to teach me how to write
Take me to the library. I need to shed light
On a few words that I have never seen before
Teach me how to spell, that can open a new door
For my future. I want to learn. I'm eager to learn
Feed my starving brain and help the minorities too
Let's

The Mentoring of Tumors

Lately, I've cut away hectares of tumors
that engulfed confidence, happiness
self-worth and wellbeing.
With surgery a bit of the good stuff was sacrificed:
A few shallow laughs, some adventure and mostly harmless mischief.

The mirror is filled with scars of the heart
excoriations of spirit
along with other yet to be discovered damage.
Though somewhat deformed, I like my new look.
I feel

Mr Wilby

Mr Wilby
Poem
Lionel Derbyshire

Mr Wilby Mr Wilby..contemporary
Our teacher so A extraordinary
Upholding and guarding discipline
Buffed our learning to a shining

Class
Discamus .. paratus es ?
Wilby Wilby say

Gently He said good morning
Let us learn .. are you ready ?
Told a unexpected blonde story
Everyone expected a romantic
But it was just a ordinary story 
Of another scandal.
Don't presume to conclude
One day

Four Met her at the Pearly Gates

Mrs. Marvel wore sweatshirt for twenty-eight years until her final breath.
Signed by her 8th grade students, four whom had died a tragic death.
Killed in a tragic bus accident on the way to a state cheerleading rally.
They met her at the pearly gates – Linda, Cherry, Patrice and Molly McNally.

Silence - advice from a teacher

Make noise, be loud, bold, let your voice be heard; don’t be a wallflower, we have
enough of those already, the world needs leaders; you are soft spoken, don’t let dismissal by
others of your quiet tone discourage you; yell if you have to, if it’s what it takes for your voice to
be heard by others; you

Legendary Teacher and Student

Born in New England in the wake of the Civil War,
Her folks fled Irish famine and landed on our shore.
At age five, she took sick, losing almost all her sight.    
At eight, her mother died, and her father, he took flight.

She and her kid brother went to a house for the poor.
Soon

Die Another Day

Live To Die Another Day 
Forced to fight 
The Gladiator Way ...

I killed a woman 
I killed my friend 
We fought one another 
To The End 

I'll never forget
Her kindness in me 
Her selfless sacrifice 
She saved my life 
Do you see 
She trusted in me 
That I  was strong 
To  survive 
To

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