Here’s to teachers who are different,
Teachers who don’t always teach us the same,
Boring old grammar lessons,
Who learn each and every one of our names,
And who are well-respected men,

Here’s to teachers who are different,
Teachers they call crazy or eccentric,
Teachers that people think don’t do the trick,
With their sense of humor they charm,
And they never mean any harm,

Here’s to teachers who are different,
Teachers with a need to tease,
For every kid is an opportunity to seize,
As history has shown,
It’s their difference that has student’s minds blown

Dear Teacher,
I am not your "Inspiration" nor am I your "Motivation"
Do not use me as an "Example"
They hate me enough already
I do not need to talk to you after class, I am doing just fine
Bs aren't acceptable?
I'm sorry I couldn't complete your assignment
I was mentally ill that day.
No, don't give me an A when I didn't work for it
That's cheating
Me
Out of life
Yes I can handle it
I'm not as Weak as you think I am
Dear Teacher
I know I made you cry at graduation
You didn't think I'd be able to do it
I told you
I could handle it.

I'll always remember
Fifth period, Junior year
Walking in to class on a bad day
To be met with a warm smile
And a first bump from
Mr. Carter.

When I first met you, Mr. Carter
I thought you were a strange bird
You said things that were so absurd
I'm surprised you keep your job

Yet, You always had a way of making me see things
From another perspective
Besides my own
And I would like to thank you for that
Because it takes a lot to sway my opinion.

I remember when Jacob was sleeping
And you broke out the fishing pole,
Stealthily lifted his hat,
And stuffed it under in the light
Yeah, I'll always remember that.

I've never had a teacher that cared so much
That would stick his neck out for students, like you
Always concerned, asking how we were,
Make us smile when we're blue

I would always sit and write,
Instead of doing my work
And you always pushed me back on track,
Yet I don't think you've laid eyes on a verse

So since the end is drawing soon,
And the calender has been marked June
I decided I'd write a poem to my favorite teacher,
A verse from me to you

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A glimpse to the arena,
Eyes on that screen
They laugh…
Without reflection,
Reality faded out.

A bang to the innermost,
Fringe between…
An invisible being,
Taking off…
Devoid of wings,
With eyes wide open.

They left a mark,
A panorama of silence…

SILENCE…

A startling ending.

What the humankind portrays,
Seems right..
Seems perfect…
But… **a smoke of inanity.

1)To my therapist (4 years ago)
When I said, "I don't like my little sister," the proper response was not "That's ok. You have to love her"

2)To my first grade teacher
Thank you for spelling things like colour and favourite with a U. I can't break the habit, and I get made fun of a great deal now.

3)To my student teacher (this year)
You are the first person who changed my life. I still have your notes on my assignment.

4)To the old lady who yells at me for walking my dog down your street
Stop

5)To you
Gosh I love you,
Please come home.