|Best Poems About / On TEACHER
Oh when you stepped in
I hope you were a toddler
And learning to walk and talk with stuttering speech
Your physic was weak, and brain blank
With confusion on face and fear in mind
Tearful eyes running nose thirsty tongue, subdued tone
Wishful to have, mummy beside,
Day after day that was not the ray,
Could find colleagues around, and friends surround,
Have come to know teachers are good,
Learnt the letters, words, and wonders,
Have found to learn little by little every day,
You said, have finished the total book by summer start,
A day came where a friend you was not seen for fifteen days,
He a genius, in studies, social to find and friend of all
You took it to the notice of known teacher,
Teacher went to the house, and found his pupil there,
Parents said they cant send the child for possession of poverty,
And can keep him as servant with a rich person,
Teacher said you may poor, but child is rich in our school,
With regular study, hard work, and talent he is the gem of the school,
Took the burden of helping the poor pupil,
Next day the teacher revealed the fact to all of you,
All the mates of the class cancelled their birth day function,
There after and gifted to the genius as a sort of support,
The boy became still more genius and stood rank in the final,
It was a glory to the school and to the friends he had,
Who made the UN cut jewel to a shining precious?
This will be honored by one and all at all places and all times,
So dear pupil stand straight and wait for, till you are picked up,
No school leaves you with dents left, but makes you worth
So often I hear the students say my school,
Because it guides and leads him more than his mother and father,
And sends him out as scholar to shine and survive in the society,
As such schools are temples and teachers the divine
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God - The best teacher
A student told me; you are the best teacher!
So, the proud teacher suddenly started walking taller!
A minute later, a nightingale sitting quietly in the tree, next to my window,
Started its ever mesmerizing song to welcome the spring.
God sent message to all proud teachers? ?
O' lovely little bird, who taught you this celestial music of hearts?
I puzzled as usually! Brain storming followed.
O' majestic peacock, who taught you those magical moves?
O' weaver's bird, which architect has taught you knitting that splendid nest?
O' golden eagle, from whom you learned that perfect targeting skills?
O' dazzling parrot, from whom you picked up those pearls of words;
speech, a unique feature humans (really?)
O' Almighty, they are all matchless.
Be it a jumping deer; hunting master tiger;
Swimming champ-fishes; racing horses;
From whom they mastered these skills?
Is their teacher proud? Worried for best teacher title?
O' Lord, you are the only one best teacher in the universe! !
Rest all are your novice disciples! !
O' benevolent, accept me as your pupil.
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A Simple Matter
My pencil is on the floor
Just what am I to do
I'll not get it with my feet
As the other children do
The test has already started
I'm in danger of falling behind
If only a fellow student
Would return it in ample time
My palms are now sweating
My frustrations beginning to show
No talking is permitted
Thus my pencil lies below
If my eyes were to wander
For a helping hand to find
Would my teacher be believing
Or would questions of cheating be defined
As I squirm anxiously in my seat
There's sweat forming on my brow
I wantingly glance beneath me
Believing I'll retrieve it somehow
A commotion I could make
But others I would distract
Or an illness I could fake
With a slim chance the test retake
I glance up at the clock
With feelings of dismal shock
Wishing in my predicament
My teacher soon takes stock
I hesitatingly raise my hand
As a tear trickles down my cheek
Hoping and praying all along
That my teacher's eyes and mine do meet
But much to my dismay
She's still looking another way
With hopes of finishing diminishing
I'll need find yet another way
I swallow a gulp of air
In hopes of clearing my throat
In need of my teacher's attention
To questions with answers yet unwrote
In fear of promoting a commotion
I begrudgingly bury my head
Any hope of a successful solution
Are lost in my feelings of dread
With a tap on my shoulder from behind me
And a tug on my chair's brake release
My teacher's whispering voice reminds me
My wheelchair's brake to release
With a smile and a nod to assure me
To put my worst expectations to rest
My teacher returns me my pencil
And on I continue my test
Robert John Meehan
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hi i'm a girl
Hi i'm a girl who wants to be presedent then i'll make people paint there faces pink because the red cheif wants me to and i really need your vote! ! ! ! Ok dalpal, said the teacher looking at me 'your not president yet....' 'ok i said' i mumbred 'i wish she was dead because i'm a poet and she dinny know it i can break a ryme almost everytime and........''QUITE DALPAL! ' Roared the teacher. Sorry but i have a dream....i am floating down the stream and i am ryming my heart out BUT YOU HAVE TO RUNE IT AND SHOUT! i shouted! 'ok dalpal then you can be our new teacher miss.Honey' said the teacher raising her eyebrows. 'i was not ashamed i was quite exited to share mt poems with the class' so i mad my was up the top of my class and said ' if this is this and that is that then you and you = me and me you see. The class stared and thought then i could hear the aaaaawww! They still never knew what i was talking about so i contiued.' the Teacher were cross and me ed fell off thats called london English oh if only there was a thig calle dsinglish and....'OK WELL DONE YOU'V MANAGED TO CONFUZE MY CLASS'said the teacher SO THERE I'V OUT SMATRNED HER and i'ma peot and know she knows it! '
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