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All my balloon
Rise so high
For finding their cloud
In this vast sky.
I admire the scene
With contented eyes
Seeing my balloons
Floating in sky

Ages later
When they reached there
They say it with sigh
That it was me
Who filled air inside
And brought them here
Releasing  thread of their
To let them fly.

For now,
With a smile
I say Goodbye
For I have more balloons
Waiting to fly.
In this poem, I refers to all the teachers who share their knowledge (air) with students (balloons) and let them fly in the Sky (world) to find their cloud (Dream)
it is forever raining
I am gazing out the window

I see myself a child again
standing before my classmates,
my hand put out

I am sweating
my cheeks are flushed
the teacher slaps me with a wooden ruler
on the palm

that will teach you a lesson
he cries out
next time you shall pay attention in class
instead of staring out the window

I feel ashamed
my hand starts swelling slowly
it is warm
it is hot
it is the size of the teacher's hand

I am like a puppy that only opens its eyes
after it has learnt to whine
marking students' homework
I can't tell if the noise outside
is wind or rain
The moon hung like a chandelier from a charcoal ceiling studded with jewel like diamond stars...

Beneath a pair of candy eyes, caramel hair and ivory skin draped in a little silk garment stood still, looking up... Asking the universe for help...

Filled with doubt and sadness... She wondered if she could ever make it...

But then curiously,after a period of time, music filled the air... And like a puppet  her hands and legs began shaking... drowned in a sea of harmony...

Her stiff body began moving in graceful steps...
And she twirled and swirled... danced on her toes... drawing shapes in the air...tapping her feet to the heavenly beat...

Her mind was filled with memories of a time before her birth... When she was amongst the stars dancing and playing amidst the nebulas...

Now as she stood dancing her gratitude filled the air like fragrance that made the moon smile with delight...

A rainbow pride filled her heart as her mind whispered a lovely secret:
'The heavens taught her to dance..! '
Isn't the universe our greatest teacher? It teaches us things that we could have never learnt from books!
Thanks for reading this! ❣
Yashashvi Sep 6
teachers come and go
but very so often one comes along
that you'll always remember
one who makes learning an adventure
the kind who can make you the best
someone you can relay on
who really cares ; what happens to you
not just as a student but has child
who could give out love in all directions
so that you don't faint when you're homesick
inspire you and shape the best version of you
teach you the words that heals wounds
today I'm here because of you
it's you who made me believe that I can alone make it sense
that is you, taught me to smile in hardships
thank you for your presence
god must be grateful for creating you.and I feel the luckiest to be your student
you have and I need you as guide ,no matter what I have you at loss of words
you're the polestar for the child who lost his way.and I know this polestar takes him in right direction
(ma'am forgive me if I have any grammatical mistakes , this child is not perfect yet
the only one that understood me in school
Prachi Sep 5
Someone asked me,
Who is a teacher?
A pathway to degree?
Or holds a position deeper!

‘Union of multiple roles’, I said,
Is a teacher’s true identity;
One who enlightens the road ahead,
Assisting selflessly which is a rarity.

Playing a huge role in our upbringing,
And giving us a constant support;
Teachers were there motivating,
In the times we felt lost.

They teach us the art of life;
Losing sleep for other’s child,
New and innovative ways they devise;
It is incomparable what they provide.

The ones who are always well-wishing
Steering to right path and escorting;
They instill a passion for learning,
Student’s success is their earning.
Respect for all the teachers inspiring and supporting students.
Black Sep 5
pain the teacher

the only instructor who instructs after punishment

the only teacher who flogs you without a cain

it teaches you the bitter sweet truth

it know nobody

it is a respecter of noon

it won't stop until you learn.

the best instructor anyone can ever have.

take or leave it one way or the other everyone get trached
pain pain pain
Pain it's keeps coming, it will teach you almost all you need to know ...
eli Aug 31
you all scream profanities like there's nothing to lose
she looks so frightened in front of you all

you're so loud and shes so quiet
you're so rude to her

she doesn't deserve that
Seth Hollis Aug 9
Though I step so blindly
Who better to guide me
No longer is life frightening
No longer will I spite thee
My words I will carefully sow
I'll trudge through the battles I'll know
I'll know and live
In the love that you give
For you are my friend
Forever and wherever I go.
My commemoration
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