Best Teacher Poems

I know I promised
 no more ‘Make you Cry Poems’
I said I'd never write another 
‘Wipe your eye poem’

 And for three years 
I tried not to retract, 
but after so many tears 
I have to take that promise back. 

I write this Thesis 
after...

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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 -
      ...

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A life story whose ink is not yet dry,
Whose book is not yet ready for the shelf -
These 96 years seem to have flown by;
There’s nothing left to fear but fear itself.
But now one slow day bleeds into another,
She wonders what remains for her to...

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My life as a grade school teacher
Is like  a life-long student and schooler
Always working with colors, pens and papers
While taking care of kids as their second mother.

Still, I oftentimes sleep quite late at night
Check exams, plan learner’s lessons that delight
In the morning, I need...

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Was it a sheer accident that I became a poet?
Poetry, I didn’t pursue, rather it cropped up
As a late-night guest, quite unexpected.
A teacher’s career, I have been bent upon
And prefer to be known more as a teacher than a poet.

In my eyes, teachers are a...

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Our Beloved Teacher
( Sonnetina Rispetto) 


Torch of knowledge from you we take
You hold our hands for our dreams sake
Values and love we emulate
Like dad and mom, you truly care
We grow in your nurturing grace
Your guidance gives us strength and faith
Torch of knowledge from you we...

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Islam is non merciful
Islam is about repressive means
Islam has no heart
Over and over this chant shall start

For when we close our eyes
For when we judge our fellow man
Chants may bring us comfort
However false is the ringing of the rant

Men of terror may fly their black...

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I wanted to write
 The best slavery poem   ever written—
Perhaps win a Pulitzer or Faulkner. 

I had every intention of conforming 
To the standards 
Of modern verse and composition, 
Lyrics fluidly written, 
Perfect in frame, tempo and time, 
but a lot of my...

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I was inattentive in Science class one day
When the teacher at random looked my way
I didn't look up, I wouldn't dare
There's no escaping that intense glare.

Asked me to explain to the class
Newton's Law of Gravity and mass
My mind was a blank, heartbeats louder
For an answer,...

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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...

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You were my least liked teacher,
                    ball of fire
        Your red tresses bouncing,
      ...

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Oh for pity's sake put some clothes on, 
the bracing air will steal your breath..
and I need you to stand and stay strong. 
   
Cold comfort thrills from your chill touch
help me recall why I adore you so...

A chin of the ages rests...

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As I look back, it all seems funny now
Recalling all those awkward teen age years
I pushed the limits farther than allowed
Supposedly when young, we had no fears

Infatuation caught me with the blues
My heart was swollen by love's gentle sting
It was a crush that only left...

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I didn’t ask for help.
Yet someone heard
my inward crying voice
without a word.

“When the student is ready
a teacher will appear”
somehow it seems these teachers
pop up everywhere.

Their words were subtle
pointed darts
that caused me endless
fits, and starts.

There was no Hallelujah Chorus
no heraldry of trumpets din
just a presence in...

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"I love my teacher."
"I have a great teacher." 
"My teacher is super."
"My teacher's so cool."

These words are music to a teacher's ears,
Exactly what parents and administrators want to hear.
Yet what do they mean?  How are they earned?
Are they related to learning? Or are we...

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