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Mark Wanless Jan 2022
haiku 20/11/3f

i am not teacher
you are not ignorant mind
you create meaning
Dave Robertson Dec 2021
Having dispatched the sound rabble
with mostly love,
our already flaccid balloon
deflates with a final raspberry

a fitting fanfare to a term
that left its markers marked,

the shared mirth,
across eyes and hearts,
at a **** noise
proving once again:
we are why we’re here
Janay Feb 2022
Hey
Sister to the moon, a lover in the shadows
Hey
brother from motherland a king who’s grounded
Hey
Friend who will forever be
My peace,
You truly are a gift.
GaryFairy Sep 2021
Chali just wants attention
ignore him, i wanna show you something on my phone
simmer down Chali or you will be punished!
stop waving your arms around!

Chali just wants attention
ignore him, i wanna show you something on my phone
oh my god! Chali is on fire!
Call 911! Chali needs medical attention!
Call 911!
how do i do that? my phone is acting up...
Gerard M Jul 2021
There's two people that will always stand out to me

Both of them are poets and writers

But one of them is also a chapter book writer

The other once said "NEVERMORE"

The other didn't but only read that quote

Now the only thing they both have in common with me is that they inspired me to write poetry
This poem is about who inspired me to write poetry which is my high school English teacher and one of my favorite poets Edgar Allan Poe
Priti kumari Jun 2021
Speechless the words will become
to describe the efforts you took,
the feeling of complacency
had made our mind shook.

All the subject became easy
when it got the company of you,
the way  you explained
all the doubts and queries got blew.

The way you have turned the
pages of great books,
to train and guide us to achieve the heights
Hoping we may also shine like stars and moon.
Have wrote a small piece to express gratitude towards my favourite teacher
Hussein Dekmak May 2021
Sixty-seven children have been slaughtered.
Sixty-seven dreams have been shattered.
Sixty-seven beautiful faces have now vanished.
Sixty-seven vibrant smiles have faded.
Sixty-seven beds are left empty.

Palestinian children, like all children, love to play.
Palestinian children are longing for peace.
The children of Gaza dream to be teachers, nurses, artists, engineers, and doctors.
Palestinian children want to breathe.
Palestinian children's lives matter!

(Palestinian children killed by Israel in Gaza in May, 2021)

Hussein Dekmak
Ryan Apr 2021
I will never make a difference in the world
And don’t you dare tell me that
I am strong and capable
It’s a lie
I’ll never break out of my shell
I’m not worth it and
It’s not fair to say that
I will do something remarkable with my life
The chains of my insecurities
Are powerful and I will break down
In failure where my hopes
Can be found
All I want to be
Is someone incredible
The reflection I see
When I look in the mirror:
Nothing
I am missing
The confidence to truly live
I’m starting to find
That I will never grow
It’s absurd to think
I am a work in progress

If you want to know the difference a teacher can make
Read this poem from bottom to top
Thank you R.H., you changed my life.
Akta Agarwal Apr 2021
Soumya is crying in her room
At that time her mother came and saw her crying and asked, "what happened baby?  Why are you crying? "
Soumya : " Mom am afraid of failure ."
Mom :"What type of failure? "
Soumya : " Mom tomorrow is my result. What if I fail? "
Mom : " So what life itself is a game and we sometimes lose or win. "
Mom : " Failure is a part of success and it do teach us to never give up.  Without failure we never know what's the failure is?  It's an inspirational teacher. "
Soumya : " but if failure take your most precious things "
Mom : " then that's also for your own benefit baby. May that thing is never your's "
Soumya : " thanks mom for helping me out  
And now I got it never afraid of failure "
Mom ,"yes my baby ."
In a dialogue based convo
Dave Robertson Apr 2021
Look at us perched again,
anxious dreams set in long gone buildings
where the kids won’t do a thing we ask
and for some reason we’re naked
(except for a mask)

And as my old man says,
the conveyor belt hasn’t so much as slowed
so our wish for a cautious toe to get set
will be whipped from starter to panicked plenary
before we hear the gun crack

Know this, comrades:
the holes in our practice we think show clear
are lost to the fizz and bubble of our charges.
When Monday comes they’ll listen (mostly)
as we carry on regardless.
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