Education Poems | Examples of Education Poetry

Apply the Johnsons baby oil all over your fingers. Insert your index finger on the top of your lip. Slowly move your hands around, breathe in and breathe out. Stick two fingers inside the magic hole, be gentle, don’t rush. Squirt, let it out, the water is precious to all who desire it. Gently, use the...

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The flower of humility is a prerequisite for the intervention of hope No situation can nullify a shift from hopelessness to joy Faith over fear should imprint your heart because The potency of unshakable hope will piece the air Even when life is not fair Darkness is but a temporary occasion On this road of life There lies an unshakable hope. This...

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You have been assigned your mountain In order to show others that it can be moved Often you are set in your ways This will not move the mountain You have been assigned a mountain You need to grow This will show The power of your weakness That can be turned into a strength Dissatisfaction is the key to progress Doing what others...

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I walked where the trees don’t speak— yet somehow, I heard everything. The wind and the trees held secret meetings, and the leaves nodded in agreement, like spectators dressed in green. The waters didn’t rush— they marched steadily down the riverbank, telling stories in ripples— of rain that once fell, and mountains they had kissed on the way. The sun appeared, golden and gentle. Snakes and lizards...

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Why does the sky keep falling — but never fall? Each dusk a slow descent, yet it never shatters. How do planets remember the path their fathers walked? No traffic signs, whatsoever! yet still, none collides with the other. Why do clouds — swollen and quiet — give birth to rain, already full-grown, ready to kiss the earth? Who whispers to the raindrops which road to take? Which village...

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So yall, here are some sayings. Some are from wayyyy back in the day, I’m talking ‘bout the 70’s up to current, and they all have meanings. Many of you may have heard them and know what they mean, while some of you may have not. But the good news is, if you know, you...

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The wise man should not avoid indispensable source/s for knowledge...

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O classroom once alive with gentle voices, Where morning greetings bloomed so bright and clear, I leave you now—stripped of certain choices, Unheard, unseen, dismissed through quiet fear. The silence came—a shadow down the hall, Erasing names without a single word. No answer rose to break the rising wall, No hand reached out, no empathy was stirred. The leader’s crown slipped heavy from...

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Leadership once stood so tall, But lost her spine along the hall. No knocks, no words, just silent calls— She wiped away the names on walls. Silence sits—a secret scribe, Whispers soft, commands prescribe. No voice to speak, no hand to shake, Just shadows where the echoes break. Respect once tried to find her place, But Ego barred her from the space. He strode in...

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To those who should have heard my plea— I write not bitter, but silently. In shadows where the messages fade, I found myself in silence laid. It started with a hopeful thread, A truth that whispered, softly said, To stir the waters, call a friend— But stillness echoed to no end. No ripples came, no words replied, Just empty space where trust had died. “You...

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Inspired to share my knowledge, Dedicated to teach with courage, I gave my service with all my heart— In my students' lives, I played an important part. Three decades of guiding the young, These are my riches, the songs I’ve sung. I may be a candle burning low, But the light I gave will always glow. Proud to shape each growing mind, And when...

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Within the circle’s quiet pulse lies a deeper truth: when we shape our ways by kindness, trust takes root. The classroom holds a sacred space, where hearts find hope, and fears erase. Not just a room with desk and board, But a haven where the soul is restored. A whisper heard, a glance that sees— Each moment sown like sacred seeds. Mistakes aren’t...

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I do not rule with iron hand, but with the rhythm of sacred sand— each grain a word, each line a sign, where order breathes and hearts align. Before the lesson dares to start, I plant the law with quiet art: Not carved in stone, but shaped in grace— a whispered guide, a steady place. I walk not tall with voice raised high, but...

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I plant no seeds in soil bare, But in the unseen breath of air— Where roots of dreams reach deep, unknown, And blossoms grow from seeds unsown. Each learner walks a secret path, Winds shaping sails with gentle math. No single map can guide them all, For some must rise, and some must fall. I weave the light through shadowed space, With tools of...

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Over tech connected; drawn to a life infected' The moot is now mute' bad is the fruit.) War on lies.? Square root..' Much belies.' I read divide..Divide.! Up to the truths, full inversion.' Hate will grow, to genocides full immersion.! ...

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