Top 20 Beautiful Poems to Honor Old Teachers

WISHING TEACHERS GOOD HEALTH!
Poem: Hoàng Minh Tuấn

Who has gathered the wind, it’s unclear,
To send it back to the street from the day before,
Who has hidden the sunlight to blur the world,
Chasing autumn away and calling the cold winter near!

November rushed by,
Winter brought with it memories of youthful days,
How many years have passed since we parted,
The old school, where memories remain untouched...

This November, my heart stirs with longing,
Thinking of teachers, of old friends near and far,
You taught me letters when I was young,
Now my hair too is turning gray!

How beautiful those confused childhood days were,
The love between teacher and student, how deep it runs!
The joys and sorrows of countless days,
Follow me, filling my heart with memories!

This November, winter is coming to the streets,
Wherever you are, teacher, I will always return!
Gathering love from all the years past,
I wish to send it all to you, teacher!

I wish you always good health,
So we can return in the coming years,
To share our passions with you,
And return to the days when we were students!

Hà Nội, 10/11/2018

ALWAYS REMEMBERING THE TEACHER'S GRACE

Poem: Thơ Tinh Tran Thi

Even now, I still can't forget
The years spent at school, in the classroom,
Every day we gathered as a class
To learn the letters the teacher gave us.

Though far apart now, emotions still swell,
The lessons you taught me are engraved deep,
I miss you dearly, teacher, I also remember
The hardships and struggles you endured for us.

As a child, still naive and innocent,
You were tireless in guiding us with care,
Sometimes strict, yet always with love,
I understand, for all was done out of love.

On the teacher's desk, morning to evening,
She imparted countless meaningful lessons,
Helping us grow in our thinking,
Teaching us the moral ways of life.

You taught us how to live in this world,
To be respectful to elders,
To care for the younger ones,
To love our homeland and cherish every path.

Literature, history, and our homeland's past,
She explained everything clearly for us to understand,
Even the math lessons were never lacking,
Her efforts, showing us the ways of addition and division.

And it didn't stop there; even as we left,
She reminded us to walk on the right side,
To avoid crossing the street carelessly,
And to follow the traffic laws properly.

So many things, I will always remember,
Her kindness, as vast as the ocean,
Her lifetime dedicated to guiding students,
Leading generations of learners on their path.

10/11/2018
Poem: Thơ Tinh Tran Thi

MY TEACHER

Poem by Phan Thu Hà

(Dedicated to our class teacher, Đinh Việt Hưng)

Many years have passed, yet today
Meeting my teacher once more
I remember the red flame of the phoenix flowers
Bringing back memories from long ago

Oh, the school is still here
The classroom we cherished so much
The birds chirp, gathering in harmony
Coming back from every corner of the homeland

Back then, my teacher was still young
The first time he took charge of our class
We were mischievous, full of life
But the teacher called each name with care

He taught us to appreciate beauty
Through each stroke, each word, each sentence
He taught us manners, poise, and respect
Shaping our every gesture and speech

Time flows in countless directions
No matter the ups and downs of life
Our memories of him still flow
In our hearts, like an underground stream

Decades have passed, how swiftly time flies
We’ve moved away from the classroom, away from the teacher
Yet we’ll never forget those moments
Our childhood still lives in those days

Forever in our memory’s luggage
We still hear the echo of “Teacher!”
The beloved classroom of those days
Will stay with us for our entire lives

Phan Thu Hà

GRATITUDE TO MY TEACHER
Poem by Duoc Do
Dedicated to teacher Quỳnh Cư, our class teacher during high school - 1964

This spring, my teacher turns ninety
But to me, he still feels like in his prime
By his side, I find peace
By his side, I learn many more things

We, the poor students
Found success by following his guidance
"The old school, its tiles covered with moss..."*
But nothing can cover the bond between teacher and student

Life brings both sunshine and rain
At times, I am still dissatisfied with myself
The deep affection between husband and wife
Sometimes, even the plates and bowls get clashed

Only the love between teacher and student
Remains pure, like water in a green mountain lake

The teacher's contributions and the act of giving birth
Will forever be remembered by society

The phrase "QUÂN - SƯ - PHỤ" teacher
My heart will forever remember it

Vĩnh Yên, Spring of the Year of the Dog

* The line from Ngô Văn Phú’s poem:
"The old school, its tiles covered with moss
It covers not just the building, but the carefree days as well"

REMEMBERING THE OLD SCHOOL
Poem by Hoàng Thị Như Phượng

It’s been a long time, today I return
The old school, and memories rush in
Hearing the sound of the machine, I miss the teacher dearly
The melody of love follows the rhythm of gentle instructions.

The schoolyard, in autumn, is adorned in golden leaves
My steps feel light as I walk there
Fifty years have passed, yet many generations
Have nurtured and built the school, improving it day by day.

Generations of students from this school
Have grown and risen to build the country
The great achievements we have today
Started with the teacher’s steps, leading the way.

Even if, in the future, you forget, Teacher
And can’t recall every student you’ve guided
Know that I understand, Teacher, you’ve succeeded
Planting seeds of faith, harvesting golden seasons.

The beloved school from those days has turned a new page
The vocational school has now become a university
All of Teacher’s hard work has paid off
The Hanoi University of Textile and Garment rises to new horizons.

Soar high, soar far – shining across the five continents.
HNP

RETURNING TO THE OLD SCHOOL
Poem by Nguyễn Thành Lợi

I return to visit the old school,
Six years have passed, quickly like the changing weather.
Memories of school come rushing back,
The red of the bricks, the green of the trees.

Waving goodbye to Phủ Lạng Thương town,
With ease, I walk on the wide, open road.
The school bell rings, calling us all…
It stirs up excitement within my heart!

I bathe in the waters of the Thương River,
Half clear, half muddy, it’s the way it’s always been,
The riverbank has spread its arms,
And together we celebrate, filled with youthful energy.

I remember the hardships of the resistance years,
Teachers and students alike contributed to the frontlines,
Building roads, carrying ammunition and supplies,
Many fell, but the love for each other still remains.

You left behind a lasting legacy,
Your names forever honored in the history of our people.
Let me sound the gong!
Calling forth the hearts that remain steadfast.

Let me light a stick of incense,
Inviting those with deep love to return!
Bow to the scholar Ngô,
The one who is writing the epic of our nation.

Teaching the younger generations:
Love your country, care for the homeland!

Hello, young ones! Do you know?
You are worthy descendants of the Dragon and Fairy.

As students of Ngô Sĩ Liên,
Always eager to learn, innovate, and advance.
Sixty years, a journey long,
Sixty years, the legacy of the Ngô-Sĩ-Liên School.

Hà Nội, April 30, 2006.

In celebration of the 60th anniversary of the Ngô-Sĩ-Liên School (Bắc-Giang)
Former teacher: Nguyễn Thành Lợi

GRATITUDE TO TEACHERS

Poem by Phan Trọng Sỹ

The teaching profession is full of struggles,
Many years silently ferrying countless journeys.
The warm farewells between teacher and student,
Even when far away, the memories of the teacher's guidance remain.

How can one ever fully repay this debt?
Planting seeds of knowledge, tirelessly, day and night.
Even amidst hardship and trials,
Seeing students improve and grow, brings joy to the teacher.

Relentlessly nurturing without pause,
The teacher’s dedication is as vast as the sky or the sea.
Now the student spreads their wings and flies,
Absorbing knowledge to build a bright future.

A strong and prosperous homeland,
The child honors the deep gratitude to the teacher.

PHAN TRỌNG SỸ
November 14, 2018

TEACHER!
Author: Nguyễn Đức Phúc

A lifetime spent teaching through the years
Upon retirement, the asset left behind is only found in the yard
Merely a four-legged wooden table
The teacher sits there, searching for beautiful verses to write
The words soar, soaring through the air
Settling on the leaves, the grass, and into life itself.

Written again on 10/11/2018

Dedicated to: Teacher Nguyễn Đình Hoàng Hiệp, Head of the TVTT and HN Club in Nghệ An Province.

FOREVER REMEMBERING THE TEACHER'S VOICE
Hồ Viết Bình

The tall, slender figure, the teacher walks into the classroom with ease
His voice rises warm, reciting the poetry of Kiều
In the temporary shelter of a bamboo hut swaying in the breeze
The teacher and students still drift together in poetry and verse.

Feeling for the students during tough, challenging times
Pouring all his heart into every word and sentence
The entire class sat with open mouths, absorbing the lessons
As the teacher gently reminded, 'Where is your notebook? Why aren't you writing?'

The girls jumped in surprise, looking around in confusion
Regretting they couldn't hear the teacher's emotional voice longer
Wishing the teacher would continue the lecture
We had already memorized every precious word and meaning.

Graduation came, and who knows when we would meet again
We, the teacher's students, scattered across the country
But we would never forget that beloved voice
And the school in our humble, war-torn hometown.

Poem by Nguyễn Hồng Linh

Returning to find the old schoolyard
The red flamboyant trees,

The sound of cicadas on a rainy day, then suddenly sunshine
The teacher's voice reading the lesson, how warm it sounds
By the blackboard, the white chalk dust floating in the air.

The teacher gave me faith and full dreams
Like a flame guiding me through the dark night
Even though my steps were unsure and confused
I step into life with hopes for the future.

The teacher sowed the seeds and nurtured tomorrow
Even the long road, the teacher worked tirelessly
To give me a sky... with wings to soar
I still remember... the homework from yesterday.

The teacher's words echoed in the summer noon
The gentle breeze carrying the chalk dust falling on my hair
I suddenly see the teacher's hair turning gray...
Still, I quietly think, the chalk dust... teacher!

My heart is full! Tears suddenly fall
Feeling for the teacher, a lifetime of hardship
Every year, the students leave
As the students grow up... the teacher surely ages too.

Oh time! Please, do not rush away
Let me return to that old school of mine
The deep affection, I wish to repay my teacher
Thank you, for giving me a new land to explore.

Poem by Đặng Quốc Khanh

Who truly understands the quiet profession
The pressures and achievements few may know?
The role of the ferryman, as it has always been called
Steadily carrying one class after another.

This ferry carries countless hopes and dreams
Youths, ambitions, building a life ahead.
This ferry carries full of smiles
Taking childhood across to radiant happiness.

We feel for the teachers with their graying hair
As time passes, who knows where it will lead?
Memories etched deeply in heartfelt moments
Even if far away, they will always be remembered!

On the road of life, whether success or setback
The teachers' kindness remains forever in our hearts.
Reminding us, reminding you, not to forget the bond
It is thanks to them that we became who we are.

The old ferry is aging, but the new one continues
Silently rowing, carrying passengers back and forth.
In the calm or in the storms, through rain and wind
Generations come and go, yet the journey never ends.

The ferryman remains dedicated and loyal
Offering the pure essence of life to others.
The old riverbank is now quiet with few visitors
Yet the ferry still journeys on, rowing its course.

Does anyone passing by ever look back
Or remember the ferry tirelessly crossing through the ages?
A ferry that asks for nothing, only gives
The ferryman has silently lived through the ages!

In my youth, full of mistakes and carelessness
I was wrong, I apologize, teacher.
Now I return to find an empty, silent shore
Calling softly, only the sound of waves in the distance.

The ferryman is the teacher who guides us
Leading us to safe shores of peace.
Our heartfelt thanks, sincere and deep
Will forever be remembered by each of us!

19-11-2018

Poem by Phạm Thị Hồng Thu

Lucky to learn from the teacher
Though far away, it feels as if you're right beside me
Your voice, warm and gentle
Mathematics, Literature, History, Geography... you're skilled in every subject.

And yet your knowledge overflows
Our eyes sparkle, soaking in every word
The strokes of your chalk bring colors alive
More beautiful than calligraphy, surviving through time.

The humble walls, the meager meals
The thin shoulders, yet your presence stays in our hearts longer.

No matter where life takes us
We will still want to hear your kind words...
Teacher, oh!

Poem by Tống Thu Ngân

I came to visit my teacher on a rainy afternoon
The wind blew on the porch, the leaves swayed
Her hair, white as mist and smoke
Still beautiful, just as she was before.

I came to visit my teacher on a rainy afternoon
Teacher and I sat and talked about old times
She told me she remembered me, the little student
So gentle and well-behaved – the girl from the coconut land.

Then I had to part from my teacher
Spreading my wings, flying across the vast sea
She sat waiting, longing for her little student
Waiting, though her heart was slowly wilting.

She waited for me to come back, to visit her
On a sunny, beautiful day, the season dry
We chatted like old friends
For I too am a teacher, just like her.

She still laughed joyfully... still laughing brightly
Outside, the porch shimmered with yellow flowers
Teacher and student happily reunited for many more years
In her eyes, a soft dream lingering.

Then... then... the passage of time flowed
I felt sadness in the tearful waves
My teacher... my teacher is no longer here
I cried in the afternoon... as the rain fell...

Poem by Lan Vuong

Hot rice, freshly made by mother's hands
FATHER feels the cold, his bones aching
The CLOTHES I wear to school with pride
But MOTHER's struggles are often unnoticed

The red ink marks heavy with gratitude
TEACHER has carefully corrected each line
Repaying the lessons, the foundation of life
The stars guide us through challenges, etching memories

GIVING without expecting anything in return
The bond between teacher and student is forever engraved
The paths keep searching, tirelessly
Every day, waiting for the return of the birds

Love so deep, overwhelming within
How can I repay all this, silently?
FATHER'S rice, MOTHER'S clothes, TEACHER'S teachings
How do I repay them for all the years of love and care?

Poem by Tran Tinh

Clueless, I step into "life"

The depths and heights yet unknown, the paths still unclear
The teacher is like a flame on a dark night
Burning brightly, guiding my way forward

In the beginning, unsure and unfamiliar
Confused with ups and downs, rules and order... in chaos
Slowly but steadily, step by step
The teacher leads me to the world of poetry

Teacher, as the years pass by
The waves hit the side of the boat, tossing it about
Through the storms and rough waters
Sometimes full, sometimes empty... life is a rocky road

Carrying the weight of wisdom that never fades
In the darkness, the bright heart of purity still shines...

"The stone may wear down, but the heart remains steadfast"(*)
The teacher's love will forever be engraved in my heart.

(*): folk saying

Poem by Trần Hải Lộc

The autumn wind carries a hint of chill
While the air is cool, my heart warms as I return to my old school
A fleeting sound of childhood friends lingers in the air
My heart stirs, deeply missing my teachers

More than 40 years ago, it was here
We parted ways, each going in different directions
From the North to the South, even across the seas
Suddenly, I realize how quickly the years of youth have passed

Now, we return with hair touched by time
Searching for the lost black strands
Smiling through the lenses of glasses so charming
Remembering innocent days, never imagining we'd grow old

Today, we sit beside our teachers
Hands trembling as we hold our students' hands
Who was mischievous, who was well-behaved
Making the teacher angry, notes in the gradebook stained with tears

What was the name of that friend, can the teacher still recall?
How many journeys have the teacher taken through time
Guiding us toward our dreams
So today we see our country thriving

Where is the time? It slips away so fast
We don’t want to leave our beloved teachers
We regret being thoughtless students back then
Causing our teachers to worry, leaving behind some fading moments.

We return with bouquets in our hands
To make up for the time we were absent
Wishing our teachers a blessed Teacher's Day
Forever in our hearts, school - teacher - and our beloved school.

HL 11.2019

Poem by Phạm Tửu

Back in those days on this land
Enemy planes dropped bombs every day.
The fields, factories... even the Americans looked on...
Hospitals and schools... the Americans didn’t spare them

The country faced a stormy time
With backpacks and rifles, the teacher went to the frontlines.
Students and teachers stayed in the rear
Children wore straw hats to school – among the villagers.

Back in class, the teacher walked barefoot
She balanced housework, national service, and her duty as a teacher.
Her lesson plans, written by night
“The mother with a gun”… enthusiastically fighting the enemy.

The oil lamp glimmered late into autumn nights
Moonlight bathed the lullaby... In sweet dreams.
The teacher’s clothes warmed our dreams
Teachers nurtured and tended to young shoots!

As long as imperialism and war persisted
The bombs continued to fall, and the teacher continued to bid farewell.
Rows of soldiers’ faces stood firm
Trenches marked with the footprints of teachers and students.

Good news came with daily victories
At the front, both teachers and students earned accolades.
Meanwhile, in the rear, the teacher remained strong
Building homes, repairing classrooms, planting crops, and caring for children.

Her slender hands carefully nurtured young buds
Gentle and nurturing, her students' minds grew brighter.
Carrying a lamp, she went into the village
Every week, her supplementary classes were in high demand.

She prepared porridge with millet, cassava, and corn
Her heart dedicated to the cause – the teacher and students deeply caring for one another.
During the war, the bond of humanity was deep
Living harmoniously, living for each other – loving life!

In the night, the lullaby echoed
The longing of a young wife... Sending her love to those far away!

VISITING THE TEACHER!
Poem by Phan Thúc Định

The early winter sky, like a distant lover's gaze.
In the schoolyard, the ginkgo leaves fall, withering away.
I count the steps back to a land of fairy tales,
Where the fragrant quince lasts forever through time...

My teacher has ascended to Nirvana
Does the incense still rise, perhaps to reach him?
I vaguely see his figure at the lectern
In his green uniform and white chalk, full of warmth!

If only I could turn back time
To kneel at his feet and seek forgiveness
How cruel life is when we realize too late
Regret comes only with more pain!

The same warm gaze as when we first met
Firm yet filled with compassion
For the things I hadn’t yet understood
For his boundless forgiveness of all my faults...

His conical hat, worn and scarred by shrapnel
We, his students, didn’t understand it was a relic
We saw him tenderly care for it, thinking he feared losing it
Mocking each other, we never realized...

Then one day, when our teacher fell ill, we visited
His conical hat still placed carefully beside his bed
We realized that the hat was a deep symbol of love and sacrifice
A battlefield memento from a fallen comrade!

The words of the teacher remain: live true to yourself
I’ve kept myself just as he kept his hat
Now, I return, but he is no longer here
Leaving only a heart full of reverence, far beyond the heavens...

Hưng Nguyên, winter afternoon!
PTĐ.

I DIDN'T GET TO SAY I'M SORRY!

Poem by Đồng Văn Thanh

Dedicated to my dear teacher...!

I’ve come late, oh teacher...!
Still haven’t had the chance to say I’m sorry.
The naughty student of the past, so mischievous,
Once wrote mockingly about you on the white wall.

We left the school, each going our own way,
The foolish student grew distant from the pages.
Time’s dust swept away all memories,
I promised myself... only to forget again!

Now I return... the grave is covered in moss
Teacher lies silently, resting in peace!
Kneeling beside the tomb, my eyes blurred..., choked with words
I am the one who was at fault... teacher!

I’ve journeyed through all paths in life
Carrying the endless remorse in my heart.
Teacher’s kindness, vast as the sky and sea,
All the life’s work I give, full of gratitude and regret.

You gave me the castle of knowledge
You taught me to be a good student, knowing when to cry and when to laugh.
For all my life, I will remember... teacher,
With deep reverence, I say thank you!

Your teachings, I remember each day
To nurture my soul, and my virtues blossom with talent.
I’ve come back too late..., teacher!
Before your spirit, I ask for forgiveness.

D.V.T.

THE DEEP AFFECTION OF THE TEACHER

Poem by Thanh Trang

My heart stirs when I hear the drumbeat
And tears silently fall from my eyes.
My steps light as I seek a quiet corner,
That voice from the past, teacher, never fades away.

The one who steered my boat towards the future,
Amidst the relentless waves and rolling tides,
With a clear mind, calling me to rise,
Planting the seeds of dreams, nurturing hope...

Three years, even longer than verses of poetry,
The lessons have never rested.
The pages of the curriculum shine with each word,
A lifetime of teaching, guiding with integrity.

Now, far away, I feel a longing deep inside,
Blaming the fleeting seasons, how quickly they pass.
The days of white uniforms were everything to me,
With a golden heart, I will always cherish the teacher's love.

07/10/2018. Thanh Trang