Teachers Day Poems | Examples of Teachers Day Poetry

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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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,...

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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...

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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...

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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 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...

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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....

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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...

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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...

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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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AFTER CUMMINGS POEMS These are poems I wrote after the poems of e. e. cummings... teacher by michael r. burch, age 16-17 teacher, take a look at my life, for it has just begun and u think that i am “misinformed” merely because i'm young; but the truth is often hidden (what lies lurk behind ur eyes?) and maybe Puff can tell u where the Dragon...

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"Having received this precious love letter I'm thrilled that I feel vibrantly better… Will you guess, my friend, who the sender is? Cheering now my heart, filling me with bliss???” “Knowing how your countenance does express The jubilation no gloom can’t suppress I may just wonder and with you rejoice Since to be happy always marks your choice.” “Oh, I’ll give you...

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