Love Poems About Teacher or Teacher Love Poems
by Sandip Goswami |
Categories: life, love, philosophy,

Life

I asked to my father
Baba, What is life ?
He politely said to me, " Life is Duty . "

I asked to my mother
Maa, What is life ?
She said to me with smile, " Life is Responsibility . "

I asked to my teacher
Sir, What is life ?
He said to me with love, " Life is Education . "

I asked to my spiritual master
Gurujee, What is life ?
He said to me with confidence, " Life is Devotion . "

Today my son who reads in class nine
Asked me
Babai, What is life ?
I have said to him, " Dear, You are my life . "

SANDIP GOSWAMI, INDIA


( Father means BABA, BABAI and Mother means MAA in Bengali language .  Gurujjee means spiritual master in Indian society )

by Quoth Theraven |
Categories: allusion, journey, love, magic, romantic love, teacher,

Once Is Enough

Oh for pity's sake put some clothes on, 
the bracing air will steal your breath..
and I need you to stand and stay strong. 
   
Cold comfort thrills from your chill touch
help me recall why I adore you so...

A chin of the ages rests on my shoulder in sweet affection,
two arms encircle my world in every direction.

Redtail hawk riding a thermal looks down..
what caught its gaze I wonder..

Will the day lend a hand through a pestering cloud,
or roll its eyes in thunder? 

Such a fine firebrand you've stoked, 
as I shave my face and call your bluff.,
 
Wishing the once would last forever..
though once was more than enough.

by Daniel Turner |
Categories: crush, funny love, humorous, teacher,

Teacher's Pet

As I look back, it all seems funny now
Recalling all those awkward teen age years
I pushed the limits farther than allowed
Supposedly when young, we had no fears

Infatuation caught me with the blues
My heart was swollen by love's gentle sting
It was a crush that only left a bruise
Left by the diamond in her wedding ring

The first day I laid eyes on her, I fell
The lightning bolt she was, that shook my world
And to this day I swear I'd know her smell
Could she have read my mind, she'd likely hurled

I hated school but never missed her class
She said she loved me 'cause I made her laugh


  original poem by Daniel Turner


by Justin Bordner |
Categories: destiny, devotion, i love you, soulmate,

The Halo of Her Heart

When you laid your hands upon my naked heart
feeling the flex of it's fire, accessing the innocent desire,
holding the form of a new need, I swear, that's when love did start,
your touch became my tradition, the wine of your wisdom my lovely teacher,

From the fine feathers of your soft steel wings
I write poetry of storms in paradise and of love in your eyes,
sympathizing with my sage solitude, yet subduing the sadness it brings
you offer me everything an angel owns, halo and bloodroots, and together we rise -

J.A.B.

by Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen |
Categories: faithlove, , cute,

The Deposition

The Deposition

The love God gives remains unbound.
Jesus of Nazareth came down. 
Everlasting, His love abounds.
 
Deliverer and Redeemer: crucified, He died. 
Eternal sacrifice, His perfect life tried. 
Painfully executed, giving no retort to their lies.
Omnipotent creator, teacher, and revelator
Righteous, He lived, and died; over sin the victor. 
Incomprehensible pain He, for us bore. 
Two women, Mary, His mother, and Mary Magdalene
Inconceivable how perfect love and wisdom fomented.  
Overcome with grief, Nicodemus and more lamented.
Never ending love, on the third day Jesus the Christ, alive presented.

© Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
December 5, 2009

by Tim Ryerson |
Categories: for her, friendship,

A Tribute To Andrea Dietrich

she’s a faithful friend
a mentor, a confidant
a trusted teacher
of poetry forms
loyal, loving me for me
with no conditions...

on one occasion
she set aside precious time
to study ALL of my work
yes, from first to last
offering kind opinions
on what she thought were my best...

she loathes the lazy
practice of copy/pasting
bland, boring comments
or: ‘Nice work! Love it! Congrats!’
(short but not so very sweet)
enough already!

she’s funny and fun
honorable and honest
sometimes brutally...
(she knows I need it)
confidence sans cockiness
now THAT’S a lady...

8/14/2014

by John Hardison |
Categories: allegory, silly,

Prospective

A PROSPECTIVE.

  A POSTAL EMPLOYEE  IS LICKED.
 
    A GROCERS  IS FRESH.

      A FIRE FIGHTER IS PUT OUT.

        A TEACHER IS LEARNED.

          A WINE IS BOTTLED UP.

            A MAILER IS SENT OUT.
    
              A FISHERMAN IS FISHY.

                A MASON IS BRICKED.

                  A CAR IS TIRED.

                    A DOG IS BONED.

                      A CAT IS MOUSEY.

                        A BOY  IS PLAY.

                          A GIRL IS FANCY STUFF.

                            A MAN IS STRONG.

                              A  WOMAN IS LOVE.

by Barbara Gorelick |
Categories: childhood, education

Back Then (Prime)

School
       Wood stove
                     One big room
                           Teacher, six grades, love
                                         Chaos, respect, learning, fun
                      Dodge Ball, lunch box, blue crayons, Huckleberry Finn








For Nigel's contest, sigh...way back when...

by Vee Bdosa |
Categories: beauty, hope, identity, love,

You Call Me Love

YOU CALL ME LOVE
I am as Alpha, but don't ask me why,
the wanderer through life, who comes and goes;
the tail of comets not observed am I,
Omega's dying breath nobody knows.

I am the candle flame where-in you shine,
and dance the dance so long as you will burn,
until the end of time, and time is mine,
I am the teacher from which you will learn.

And yes from your first breath, you learn it all,
only from me, the knowledge that you seek,
because of me you rise, and then you fall,
I am each thought you ever think or speak.

You call me love, but only once you'll see
just what I am, and what I'm meant to be.
© ron wilson arbuthnot
aka Vee Bdosa the Doylestown Poet

by Carolyn Devonshire |
Categories: husband, lost love, sea,

Whispers At Daybreak

Such tender whispers waft on salty air
On foggy mornings waves are brushed in gray
I hear you then as winds caress my hair
Your murmur’s soft, but I know what you say

The day will soon come when we live as one
You know I miss the sea scent in your clothes
Our earthly union – life had just begun
You asked for “waders;” I said, “What are those?”

On morns like this I put your waders on
Reach out and search in misty sea for you
The realms that separate us will be gone
To vows we made so long ago, I'm true

My lover, teacher, mentor and best friend
The bond between our souls will never end




*Entry for Brian's contest, December 2018

by Besma Riabi Dziri |
Categories: art, feelings, heart, inspiration, love, pain, poetry,

Sea Limits Cannot Reach Just Drink Its Power

Not chained is the heart would draw near
Feel the breeze of Heaven while heaving
The hand of Faith shall free souls and steer
A divine fountain of Love receiving

Cascaded words flowing over any weir
A grace gifted by inspiring teacher
The poet in you shall have no compeer 
Nourish the soul from every single creature

Love lulls human heart to see its sea
And to eternal Love bears a vower 
Lead your dives and surface.. beam to be
Sea limits can’t reach just drink its power

by Natasha Turner |
Categories: life,

What's Next

From a child to a mother
Now a mother to a child.
From a student to a teacher
Now a teacher in every fight.
From a warrior to a sinner
Now a sinner with an open mind.
From a follower to a master
Light awakens the ambiguous blind.
From a victim to a warrior
With cuts that have left visible scars.
From a heart with love embracing
I will deliver until life parts.
Faith, serenity, hope and death
All lead to what’s next!

1ST PLACE
Brian Strand Poetry Contest

by Janet Bingham |
Categories: appreciation, blessing, christian, courage, devotion, jesus, leadership,

Jesus Is My Teacher

JESUS IS MY TEACHER

Jesus is so good to me.
Jesus is like a brother.
Jesus is in everything I see.
There is no other.

When I travel far,
Jesus travels further.
Jesus is my guiding star.
I need Him forever.

I love Jesus more each day.
Jesus is my preacher.
Jesus hears me when I pray.
Jesus is my teacher.

Janet Marie Bingham

by Gershon Wolf |
Categories: baby, marriage, proposal,

Training Wheels

We crawl before we walk
  Make sounds before we talk
Put training wheels on our first bike
  Warm up a bit before a long hike

Mom reads to you before the teacher do
  You practive writing your name at home, too
Do you really learn how to count at school --
  I counted to a zillion at four; now that was cool

Yet when it comes to lasting love and marriage
  It seems that early preparation is disparaged
And how about some classes on diaper-changing
  So baby' needs are met sans irritation and raging

by Christy Hardy |
Categories: family, hope, life, love, visionary, happy, happy,

If You See

If you see a heartless man,
feel sorry for him.

With that cold heart,
comes lonely.

If you see a man without love,
pray for him,

with that empty home,
comes sadness.

If you see a happy man,
be happy with him,

for a happy man,
can spread joy.

If you see a man with religion,
follow his lead.

for a man of God,
is the best teacher we have.

by Andrea Dietrich |
Categories: inspiration,

A Helen Keller Kyrielle - Hk

When Helen Keller was a child,
both deaf and blind, she acted wild
until her heart was helped to melt.
Seen or not, beauty must be felt.

Sweet sights and sounds she knew not of.
She barely comprehended love.
In youth, a bad hand she’d been dealt.
Seen or not, beauty must be felt.

A favored doll, dear Helen clutched,
yet things were nameless that she touched.
Words on her hand a teacher spelt.
Seen or not, beauty must be felt.

One day the young girl’s whole world turned.
Her heart perceived the words she’d learned.
With joy thereafter Helen dwelt.
Seen or not, beauty must be felt.

June 19, 2023

by Joe Dimino |
Categories: growth, inspirational, love, meaningful, poetry, wisdom, writing,

My Many Muses

There was a time I couldn't see God at all –
my good muse came to me in many blossoms,
the elevating scent and beauty of such creation
was my lift to higher realms

There was a time, I did not believe there was a God – 
Muse came to me in the form of a grade-school teacher
who told me, I was worth any suffering

There was a time when God was simply a myth,
till a loving wife and birth of a child taught the meaning
of presence

Whatever the good muse, where you and the muse have gathered
in good faith,

there also is God.....

by Rasitha Ranasinghe |
Categories: teacher,

Our Teacher

We
got no,
such smart boards,
nor internet,
but love spills on teacher's eyes when teaching;
while sun and wind heal our souls like white sheets,
her sweet kind voice,
turns, to ink –
fills our,
books.

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Syllable Count: 1, 2, 3, 4, 10 - 10, 4, 3, 2, 1 http://www.howmanysyllables.com,  
Double Tetractys 6 Poetry Contest
Contest Sponsor: Eve Roper
Date: 2nd December 2020
Revised

by Caren Krutsinger |
Categories: anger, sad love, school,

The Angry Wasp

He was an angry wasp, zooming around the kindergarten classroom.
Stinging other children with hits, smacks, pops and bites.
They were terrified of him within the first hour or so.
The teacher was losing her cool, her anger was showing on her face now.

Even the kindergarteners who had not been stung did not care for him.
They did not like watching him hurt others, and they saw the teacher’s face.
She hated him, so they would hate him too. 
It was what he wanted. He liked the validation.

It proved that his parents were right.
He was unlovable.

by Daniel Sweatt |
Categories: beautiful, butterfly, color, cute love, flying, happiness, wife,

Delicate Butterfly

My oh my what a delicate butterfly. See how she springs up with beautiful colors in the sky. So fragile so soft, you would think that she was made of fine cloth. This butterfly is a marvelous teacher. So loving and so beautiful if only you can reach her. Singing a tune in a melody room. We all can hear her and watch her on the app called zoom. Take a deep breath and sigh because their is no catching this delicate butterfly.

by Kim Rodrigues |
Categories: education,

Witches Pitched Against Witches

Witches pitched against witches…
Itch of teacher to tell
them the truth.
There are no brooms
in the closet,
only dupes
and solid students,
with their thoughts flying
opening their eyes for the first time,
as if reborn into a life of love and light.

by Christine Appe |
Categories: blessing,

Amen

Love is endless, colorless and blind
...butt where can I find toilet paper
   to wipe my behind!?

Love is everywhere
  onejust has to see
 for the heart is my inner teacher
   my inner tree

I reach for a branch
 extend it thus so
  and the roots within me tell me to grow

Reach out and be the branch
 not the roots down below

by Joe Dimino |
Categories: christian, devotion, emotions, friendship love, heart, love, wisdom,

The Greatest Emotion

The greatest emotion shared
is that of Love, immeasurable

The child would say, “a whole bunch!”
The spouse would say, “till the end of time!”

God would say, “no matter what….”


(I come to you
with hands open, extended

palms upward
that we may freely
take and receive
of one another

bearing gifts
for the heart is
both lover and teacher

we awaken a new dawn
while moon and stars
are yet a horizon reflection

let not light obliterate entirely 
fond mystery between us,
Freedom something only
evil need fear

I come to you
having always taken 
the first steps,
those of grace 
and wonder eternal)

by Daniel Turner |
Categories: feelings, heartbreak, love hurts, math,

Simple Math

One plus one plus one does not equal two
For me it adds up to heartache and tears
What's going to happen to me and you
If the third one should suddenly appear
I was not very good in math at school
I'm certain the math teacher would agree
The numbers don't add up, but I'm a fool
For thinking the answer is two not three
Tell me what I'm supposed to tell my heart
When it finds out and one heart becomes two
The heartache will surely break it apart
Then the tears will come from me and not you

Sometimes equations look easy at first
And if you add too quickly you'll get hurt


   an original poem by the Poemdog Daniel Turner

by A.O. Taner |
Categories: beautiful, cheer up, computer, desire, destiny, devotion, emotions, encouraging, fantasy, feelings, funny, future, humorous, i love you, love, love hurts, math, meaningful, metaphor, miss you, mystery, passion, relationship, romance, romantic, sad love, school, science, science fiction, silly, social, sweet, teacher, together, true love, truth, uplifting, visionary, word play,

Binary

One is love, 
Zero is everything else.