#teachers poems on Hello Poetry

Sarita Aditya Verma Jul 2019

Your are neither my sister nor my friend
You can’t be any
Trusted you, like a fool, and you used my heart as a tool
Never mind, can’t deny, it is one

Thanks it’s a two way story
The very tool, weak it maybe as a wrench
Yet a powerful bench
Can take the weight of a thousand forty elephants

Thanks for all the experience
You sure do know to give that
Faking it all as love
Fool no more, lessons they came slow
Learnings this time fast
And sure will make it last

So you see, you’re neither a sister nor a friend, just another teacher and that’s the end

Variety is the spice of life
Teachers we get at the roll of the dice

Sorry, not very positive thoughts, yet learnings yes !

#learnings #teachers #people #experiences

Shiv Pratap Pal Jun 2019

Formula to Be King Again

Don't panic at all
Don't bother at all
What if the buildings are
Damaged dangerously?

What if all the walls
Are full of cracks
Things can be easily controlled
And you have enough money

So don't panic at all
Don't bother at all
Use your money with caution
Apply your mind, use your money

Get all the walls painted
With very nice painting
Paintings of the folks
Paintings of the modern era

Paintings of saints and heroes
Painting of beautiful landscapes
Raise slogans here and there
Unfurl flags and sing the anthem

What if the rivers are di*ty?
Only raise awareness campaigns
Put hoardings and banners everywhere
Do nothing else, but show everything

Just adopt these cheap tactics
You can save lot of wealth
And can spent on yourself
Or can buy more votes with it

Paint the bark of all the trees
Break all the records of shame
Create a new fake history
Make silly new records

What if there is poverty
Just make monuments for god
And ask people to pray there
God is there to listen the prayer

What if there is unemployment
Ask your businessmen friends
To start training centres and train the youth
And make money, money and money

Leave the trained youth as they were
Ask them to create employment for self
Call it self-employment, call it freedom
Ask them to rejoice this freedom

Open new schools and colleges
But don't appoint staff in teachers
Collect hefty amount of fees
Spent that fees on yourself

Also spent some to collect votes
Manage the peoples
Manage the machines
Manage history, manage geography

Manage the media, manage the news
Spread everywhere, fake news
If you do, what I have said
You will be the king again

Sure Shot and Short Formula to become King Again and Again

#king #democracy #media #teachers #training #news #fake #fees #freedom #money

Vic May 2019

Note 62: Teachers

Do the teachers
Dislike me as much,
As I dislike them?
It would explain their face...
; l

A poem every day.

#note #62 #teachers #dislike #face #mood

abby Feb 2019

graduation

no longer in the safety of these decorated walls
say goodbye to friendly faces in these crowded high school halls

these people were like family for four metamorphic years
the guidance of the teachers subsided tides of crystal tears

hidden in the chrysalis of the freedom of young age
do not forget this chapter as you turn to the next page

the transformation is complete
the chrysalis bursts
we have now been banished to the real world

written on the poet's last day of high school

#graduation #high #school #safety #goodbye #friends #family #teachers #tears #young

Ghazal Ebrahimzade Jan 2019

>Elegy Written in Mourning of the Young Songs!<

When I share two or three days of the week to compose poetry I find myself on the
exam session when severe merciless teachers ask us to write about “Elegy Written in a Country Churchyard!”
Elegies mostly are unprepared and never find time to turn to the appropriate types!
They ask me on and on...and I ask them in the consulting area that how can we turn my blossomy song to elegies unwritten about the parish of those people, long time ago had been lost exactly on the exam time?
How could you expect me to turn my naïve feeling to one of the catastrophic ones?
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time is over
time is up
time is running
time flies
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Teachers shout, “ HURRY UP” when will they shut up?
  I usually haunt by the bundle of words and circled with tumults of ideas as shining and variable as stars that like the savage river rush out to make me drowned. Very rarely I could find a way to breathe out. Elegies swirling randomly again and again to pose the question about whom shall we very soon defined, Mum?
>...O darlings...<
…motionless corpse, wandering ghost, dead people around,
>.. not stars..<
>...O… no..<
Is there anybody nowadays to think about the “Country Churchyard” and elegies very appropriate to them at all, what a destiny! what a force! while a long time ago they were bestowed to the grand history of all mankind.
O…no…
Poor elegies remain unborn and sad in my thought…not forever…
they laugh…and laugh…I can hear them, time is over and I’m a failure.
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The blank sheet is going to be filled by songs wearing the long red robe of emotional loves or lust…they are tired of black mourning cloth of demise!
they laugh
and
laugh and
laugh
since
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I 'm a murderer…tapping with dirk ….or strangling with a heavy rope of my heart….bloodshed everywhere: drops from my fingers to the height.  shout, scream and cry, they were innocent,  don' t want to die.  I can hear them.
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They are killed not to stay further in a cemetery of churchyard but to be born with a new style, either failure or corrupt…

"Elegy Written in a Country Churchyard" is a poem by Thomas Gray, completed in 1750 and first published in 1751

#ghazal #ebrahimzade #elegy #cemetry #churchyard #teachers #exam #time

Masha Yurkevich Jan 2019

My Enemy

I have this one
enemy,
who I hate so much.
I don't talk to her
during clases;
I avoid her during lunch.
She hated me,
I hated her;
we both hated each other.
I've done
no bad to her,
she's done
no bad to me,
but we just didn't mix,
and that
was clear.
I don't know
why I hate her so much,
but to me,
she always looked like
a bad image.
That was all until
my math teacher did something
against my will.
She sat us together;
my enemy and me.
I didn't think that I'd get through
that class,
but I did...
barely.
The next day
I hated my enemy even more
than ever before.
I hated her so much
I wanted her
to go straight
to hell.
But soon
something changed;
I'm not sure what,
but I could tell.

I'm not a big fan of writing 'long' poetry, but here it is. I really felt like I had to write this. I will add on a second poem to go with this soon, I just don't have the time now. Anyways, hope you enjoy this! :-)

#hate #enemy #people #math #class #teachers #lessons #learned

ACAC Dec 2018

'you were divided into groups by your similarities'

hold on, wait, what, what similarities?

I sit in the group looking around, the grey plastic chair crushes my ******* spine as I cling to it for dear life.
the tutor comes to me last, two weeks in a row I don't get time to talk.
great, I'm already an outsider, now I don't get time to talk.

I listen as the group in the nicer, cosier and brighter room next door laugh and joke.
they are all young and pretty, a feeling of longing pulls me down like a giant magnet, why am I not in that group. have I not got the skills to be young and pretty anymore?

for almost one month now I despair.
how can I ever find my voice in this group there are all so strong, strong women.
this week she comes to me first, I speak, it doesn't help. can they even see me, understand my accent, it seems I'm more different than similar.

the next week I don't go, avoidance wins 1st place gold trophy as I sit alone in bed.
with other groups I'm so strong and proud, can I fake it next week, or maybe just conform and comply.

and so it goes on, am my question remains, what ****** similarities?

#groups #friends #anxiety #journeys #college #university #teachers #overthinking #ageing #mentalhealth

empire ants Nov 2018

oof

hindsight
is the ******* teacher
who tells you what you could have done to get an A
when you've already turned in your D level assignment.

have i learned anything?
we'll see.

#school #hindsight #teachers #bleh #metaphors #i #guess

tobi Sep 2018

the naive teacher

we could all be a teacher
we’re all wise about something
taught lessons we didn’t ask for
as we make our way through life
and we can teach people going through
similar things
what we learned from those lessons
we’re all just naive students and teachers
in this school called life
that have learned so much
and have so much to tell about
yet have so much to learn

the school of life

#naive #teachers #students #school #of #life