Good and meaningful poems on November 20th for teachers

Listen to the teacher read poetry

I listened to you read for many days

Red poetry, green sunshine, hometown trees

The oars echo on the distant river

As soft as her voice of old

Listen to the moon in the coconut boat movement

The rustling sound of rain in the sky

Love more the sound of mother's laughter

Love poetry, I see the world and sky more beautiful...

Tran Dang Khoa

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Pick up a pen to write a poem

Suddenly remembered today is teacher's day

Suddenly ashamed of the arrogant times

It turns out I'm just like everyone else.

Pick up the pen the first thing that comes to mind

Where is father, mother, teacher...

Just some vague, trivial, petty feelings…

When will I grow up?

Teacher! I write about you, again "white chalk" and "blackboard"

Again "respect", again "silent sacrifice"...

The letters are arranged evenly and in a straight line.

Why are you so full of lies?

It was late afternoon and the bus station was deserted.

The last bus started rolling.

The car window was rattling in the strong wind.

The road drifts towards nowhere…

Dreamily listening to the old voice

The teacher came closer and became a very real figure.

There are very simple things

Why did it take me so long to realize this?

Nguyen Thi Chi My

Knowledgethe old days come back here,

Favordeep love of teacher!

Peoplebring light to young lives;

DriveWhere is the afternoon ferry?

Ferryto glory in foreign lands;

BranThanks for being a good ferryman!

Thank youThis game will always be in my heart...

Peoplehelped me overcome bitterness!

Nguyen Trung Dung

Dear Teacher

Dear teacher, this afternoon's lesson

I left it outside the classroom door.

Under the old royal poinciana tree, lying down listening to the birds singing

I turned myself into a butterfly and a flower

Dear teacher, yesterday's homework

I put it in a locked drawer.

Wandering around with each wave

The graceful fall, the roller skating rink

Dear teacher, over a cup of black coffee

I burn time with cigarette smoke

Live for yourself and never dream

Who will I be? Who will I be?

Dear teacher, passing by your house tonight

I still see a warm bright moon

The teacher sat quietly at the table.

Prepare lesson while coughing

Dear teacher, giving is receiving: a simple thing.

Why can't I remember what I've studied?

Now that I understand

How to apologize to the teacher

Thanksgiving Ceremony

Miss!

Leaving the beloved school

How many years has it been?

Always remains in me

Her teachings

That day in autumn

My footsteps are bustling...

She did not say goodbye.

When did you leave school?

I thought it was a dream

Where are you going, I wonder?

Still echoing passionate words

From her gentle voice

Time moves on endlessly

She never returned.

We miss you forever

Hope to see you back

She used to comfort...

Now we are grown up

The day of leaving school is approaching.

When will I see you again?!

Thao Thao

Teacher and the old ferry

The years pass quietly

The boat tells a story of a very long time ago

That the rower picks up and drops off

Despite the chalk dust falling heavily at noon

Fly like kites

Those old guests are more or less forgotten.

Leaving the forgotten wharf

Now the river is quiet and sad, without laughter

The salty dew drops fall in life

Teacher's hair turned white in the winter afternoon sky

Teacher's eyes are weary from looking far away

The lonely tree stands in the middle of the stream of time...

Nguyen Quoc Dat

The ferryman

One life - one river...

How many people stand guard at the shore?

"If you want to cross the river, you have to rely on the ferry"

Life's journey is full of people...

May through sun and rain,

The boat of knowledge he took many people.

Cross the river and send back a smile

Love to my beloved teacher.

The wooden boat - the frosty hair

Always follow me everywhere,

That river is still here

The teacher continued to ferry the full boats across the river...

Grassland

Teacher's Lullaby

Every profession has a lullaby

Good or bad, the teacher still chose this lullaby.

Lullaby of the Wind and Clouds

Mother's river, father's plow

Starting at the age of three

Teacher sings the lullaby of my hometown for me

Love then remember to love more

Love has no last step!

The teacher did not sing a thousand lullabies

Knowing letters also comes after life

My childhood had a time

Dreams are as wide as the sky, a thousand years

Like a lullaby in the soul

The flower in the leaf, the bud in the tree

The teacher lulled all the passion away.

I wish you all the best.

Mother lulled me to sleep all night

The teacher sang lullabies when the sun rose every day

In me the letters are densely packed

Don't forget mom still worries about losing weight

From the cool dome of the school

Let the lullaby guide me

(The path I sometimes thought

Childhood has come a long way!)

You must be old too.

Incarnate into each of your lives

Then even white chalk blackboard

That luggage is enough for the teacher to bring with him.

Doan Vi Thuong

Sorry kids

I am not a farmer

After plowing, take a deep sleep

The bell rang to end the lesson.

Still hear the haunting pain of life.

Blame yourself in front of the children

Indifferent and innocent voice called: Teacher!

Falling away with the flying chalk dust

Dream of a time full of youth

Even though it is my teaching

A sudden cough interrupted

Even though class just ended

Passing through the classroom door sometimes out of breath!

Please understand me guys.

Hides haunting memories every hour

Bustling scene of buying and selling

Food and clothing are not easy to joke with anyone.

Pretend to forget life outside

Many strange things said over and over again become familiar

Good or bad, love or hate, black or white

How many truths have been looked straight?

Who is still tormented in the deep night?

In every silver hair of hardship

I'm sorry guys.

Understand when you grow up!

Tran Ngoc Huong

Me and the teacher

Me and the teacher

Strangers

Me and the teacher

Different generations

Many times I asked myself

Tens of thousands of days without seeing each other

The teachers who taught me in my childhood

Still with me on the long journey

Still follow me words of encouragement

Every time I make a mistake

Still follow me the reminders

Every time I find glory...

Through joy and sadness, through ups and downs

The answer shines brightly

With me teacher entrust

He sent me the father's desire

The road is still long and far

My old teacher welcomed me step by step!

Step by step I walk

In memory of my teacher...

Pham Minh Dung

The chalk dust is gone

Dazed in the afternoon when the yellow sunlight fades

Missing the old days is so soul-stirring

Wandering alone to find again

A whiff of old scent under the school roof

Even though far away, I still miss you,

Here are the old tables and chairs, here are the tamarind trees.

Blackboard misses young friend

The chalk dust is far away... send some fragrance!

My old friend is far away from me now.

Each one is in a separate place!

Life is like a book

The library is vast, I miss the sun!!!

Tears now to remember who???

Sad for the years of indifference and distance

Where to find the remaining image?

I miss my teacher, miss... painfully!

As if somewhere the sound of lectures is still here

Every page of the lesson plan is still intact.

Life has many paths

Still miss you teacher! Can't forget!!!

Thai Mong Trinh

Teacher

The wind suddenly blew strong this morning

I suddenly saw my teacher's hair turn white.

Just tell yourself it's chalk dust.

But why is my heart still fluttering?

How many years has it been? How many years has it been? Teacher...

The students leave, but the teacher remains.

Those paddles are white chalk

And he is the diligent ferryman

Give us direction for the future

Time please stop and don't pass

Let us bow our heads again

Call me teacher with all love and trust...

Silver Emperor

When the teacher retired

The old royal poinciana tree hangs high in summer

At the podium, the teacher's voice suddenly became low:

"You guys try… this summer is your last year of high school…"

A little choked up… broken chalk dust rustled.

Yesterday or since what month or year

I eagerly entered high school.

Love the rice plant that incarnates from the grain of rice

The teacher sows the golden season, the land echoes the nursery rhyme.

Tomorrow the teacher comes back, the old school yard is in pain?

Or is the memory buried in the dust?

Though bitter, though thousands of pains

What hardship will you leave behind tomorrow?

Tomorrow the teacher will come back, the season calls for the sun to rise high

The silver shoulder of the shirt is like the color of old notebook pages.

I want to call but my heart is so painful

How many times have I been naughty, teacher!

Tamarind Leaves

My teacher's words

There are summer afternoons when red phoenix flowers fall

Where is the old year, it's almost over.

Love old friend, deep gratitude

Remembering old teachers, love never fades.

To give, teachers must have

I sincerely accept your offer.

Giving is not losing, love is eternal.

Get a happy life, that's all.

Pham Duy Cau