My Poetry Teachers: A Poem About Children's Poets - about Poetry and Lines that Inspired Me

My Poetry Teachers

My favourite teachers still teach in my head

I met every one on a page that I read

A page in my childhood, a page in my teens

A page full of portals to worlds never seen

My favourite teachers still make me write lines

in verses in stanzas, in rhythms in rhyme

They taught me to jump with a cow over moons

and run faraway with the dishes and spoons (Mr Anon)

I learned how to feel others’ feelings, from small

all thanks to an egg who once fell from a wall (Mrs Anon)

They taught me to wish, to pretend, even lie

to buy magic beans that shoot hope to the sky (Mr Silverstein)

I learned of a land where the cows all go bong

where giggles were born in the Ningy Nang Nong (Mr Milligan)

They taught me on days when the sun is not sunny

the rain that is rainy won’t stop fun that’s funny’ (Dr Seuss)

I learned halfway up, halfway down on the stairs

there’s nowhere quite like it to say secret prayers (Mr Milne)

They taught me in life there are lions to fear

so don’t stick your ‘orse ‘ ead inside of their ear (Mr Edgar)

I learned that true love can play all sorts of tunes

by Owl and Cat dancing under a moon (Mr Lear)

They taught me true love, with its last ever breath

can keep love alive, far beyond earthly death (Mr Noyes)

They taught me to question what grown-ups have said

Miss Hood’s cosy coat could be wolf-fur dyed red (Mr Dahl)

I learned on life’s journey you’ll meet fiends and fakes

so don’t spend your nights in hotels run by sssnakes (Mr Moses)

They taught me to put inside every box

a mountain of magic, a moment’s tick-tock (Mr Wright)

I learned on life’s bear hunt that one thing is true

You cannot go under, if you can go through (Mr Rosen)

They taught me a child gone away upon air

In our mothers’ gardens still lingers right there (Mr Louis Stevenson)

I learned we’re all aliens travelling through space

accept everyone for their deeds, not their face (Mr McNaughton)

They taught me to tread very softly on dreams

for some dreams are poor and may vanish, unseen (Mr Yeats)

I learned to remember the past and not cry

for those that I’ve loved didn’t fade, didn’t die (Mrs Harner)

They taught me success is to fail inside and out

to line with thick silver, those grey clouds of doubt (Mr Guest)

I learned to seek orange trees, oceans glass-blue

and lands teachers taught me of but never knew (Mr Patten)

They taught me to question which road I should take

The one travelled less might be your best mistake (Mr Frost)

I learned to remember that dawn turns to day

and green is a memory of gold that can’t stay (Mr Frost)

They taught me on some days you might lose your YOU

So be your own poem, on days that you do (Mr McGough)

I learned I am Spider, I learned I am Fly

I learned in a web, I can live or can die (Mrs Howitt)

They taught me to treasure a mind of my own

That no one can burgle, I’m Billy McBone (Mr Ahlberg)

My favourite teachers still teach in my head

From pages I’m reading and pages I read

A page of the future, a page of the past

A page full lessons, all written to last

My poetry teachers in word and in line

All leant me their thoughts for a mind that’s all mine

💡 I know this is a rather long poem about poetry and the poets who inspired me to be a children's poet and I still missed lots out... The list is ever-evolving. Make a list of your favourite poets and poems: what did each one teach you? Could you turn it into your own poem about poetry and poems? I'd love to share them on the blog.