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Funny And Touching Poems About Teachers

By Thedigiteachers

8 poems – one poem per page

Subject to Change

BY MARILYN L. TAYLOR A reflection on my students

They are so beautiful, and so very young they seem almost to glitter with perfection, these creatures that I briefly move among.

I never get to stay with them for long, but even so, I view them with affection: they are so beautiful, and so very young.

Poised or clumsy, placid or high-strung, they're expert in the art of introspection, these creatures that I briefly move among—

And if their words don't quite trip off the tongue consistently, with just the right inflection, they remain beautiful. And very young.

Still, I have to tell myself it's wrong to think of them as anything but fiction, these creatures that I briefly move among—

Because, like me, they're traveling headlong in that familiar, vertical direction that coarsens beautiful, blackmails young— the two delusions we all move among.

A Teacher’s Lament

BY KALLI DAKOS Don’t tell me the cat ate your math sheet, And your spelling words went down the drain, And you couldn’t decipher your homework, Because it was soaked in the rain.

Don’t tell me you slaved for hours On the project that’s due today, And you would have had it finished If your snake hadn’t run away.

Don’t tell me you lost your eraser, And your worksheets and pencils, too, And your papers are stuck together With a great big glob of glue.

I’m tired of all your excuses; They are really a terrible bore.

Besides, I forgot my own work, At home in my study drawer.

Room 19, Eakin Elementary

By Diane Gilliam Fisher There’s a boys’ line and a girls’ line in Miss Sharp’s room, and line leaders.

Three reading groups – Lions, Tigers and Zebras

Miss Sharp tells you once, Then it’s up to you. Remember what you are.

It’s not allowed visiting with your neighbour.

It’s not allowed poking your pencil through your milk carton for the straw, you get lead poisoning.

It’s not allowed telling what you dreamed for sharing, you have to bring something people can see. You have to write

With fat pencils that make you write slower. When you write capital letters.

Go almost to the top of the line, but don’t

Touch it, it’s poison. When it’s free time, you have to use it wisely. When it’s recess, girls hold hands and march

between the tetherballs, teachers and boys, and sing with their faces pushed out real far-

We don’t stop for nobody We don’t stop for nobody

Teaching Dreams

By Cecil B. Morris Some nights Students return to me Like salmon to their spawning bed.

They shake my hand And sit across from me And tell me what they have done What they will soon be doing.

I remember all their names And just where each one sat in my classroom.

Still, when they tell me What they learned, It’s not what I remember teaching.

The Silliest Teacher in School

BY DARREN SARDELLI Our teacher gave detention to the fountains in the hall.

She handed extra homework to the artwork on the wall.

We saw her point a finger at a banner and a sign.

She said their bad behavior was completely out of line.

The principal approached her and said, “What is all this fuss?

I heard you tried to punish all the tires on a bus.

“You’ve made the teachers angry by disrupting all their classes, so if you want to keep this job, you have to wear your glasses!”

Marked for Life

By Janie Reinart Thin jagged line Almost invisible, (Because you can barely make it out) Throbbing with pressure Against the third-grade fingertip of your reading Woooord by wooooord Like a scare Marking the process of your struggle to learn What the words are trying to say Feeling the hurt And uneven texture of the page Blurred by tears Knowing it will always show Forever changing the fingerprint of your school life And holds on oh so tight Guiding your reading and thinking Practicing strategies and praising you Causing the scar to fade.

Opposites

By Eileen Snook Overworked, overextended, overbooked.

Overweight, overtired, and overlooked.

Overdrawn and overhead.

Overnight I’m sick abed.

Underdog, underpaid, undermined.

Underloved, undermost (that’s underlined).

Undervalued and underestimated.

Undersigned, I.M. Underrated

Don’t Want To Say Goodbye

By Asha Cook I remember the times when you were there for me.

Through my many tears you helped me really see that you were always there for me.

You stood close to me like a friend, there for me until the end.

I will never forget you and the things you helped me through.

My inspiration is you.

You were always there when I needed you.

I now will always have great memories of you

You would ask me, "How are you doing?"

I would say I'm fine as tears start to form in my eyes.

You always knew that I was really not fine.

You are someone I want to be like.

I found out who that person is; that person is you.

I hope that you remember me through your days.

You have touched my heart in so many ways.

I look up to you and I see a ray of sunshine shining in on me.

I knew God sent me one of his angels when he sent you to me.

You help me through it all, coming to save me every time I fall.

If I could say one word, that wouldn't tell it all.

I am so happy to have you with me.

You helped me to really see what I couldn't see.

You helped me to find the real me.

You turned me into the beautiful person I was meant to be.

If I say goodbye to you, I will just fall apart because you have always been in my heart.

I don't want to lose you.

You care about me and I care about you too.

I remember the day I first met you and you met me.

It was like it was really meant to be.

You are someone I hold close to my heart.

There I know that we will never be apart.