Vietnamese Teachers’ Day on November 20th is a day to express gratitude and appreciate the dedication of teachers. Here are over 20 beautiful poems about teachers to help you express your respect and gratitude to your teachers on this special day.
1. Teachers’ Day
By Dang Ngoc Dao
On this joyful day, let’s wish all teachers good health, peace, and melodious voices.
Let’s gather and celebrate with a small party,
filled with vibrant flowers and heartfelt wishes.
Countless days spent in classrooms,
passionately teaching and nurturing young minds.
Your dedication adds vibrant colors to life,
and your achievements deserve recognition and honor.
Poems to celebrate Vietnamese Teachers’ Day
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2. Hair Dyed by Leaves
By Ho Ngoc Quan
Returning to school, honored with medals,
I’m overwhelmed with joy to meet my beloved teachers and friends.
My emotions are stirred as I see
the silver strands in my teacher’s hair, tinted by the leaves.
The schoolyard is vibrant with young saplings,
as if the leaves have dyed your hair, my dear teacher.
Leaving the school, my heart is filled with gratitude,
and I vow to always be an obedient student.
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3. The Boatman of Old
By Nguyen Quoc Dat
Time flows quietly like a gentle stream,
as the boat of memories drifts back to the past.
There was a boatman who welcomed us aboard,
despite the falling dust and the scorching midday sun.
Like a kite soaring high,
we, the passengers of old, sometimes forget our boatman.
Now, the river flows silently, devoid of laughter,
and the boatman’s hair has turned white in the chilly winter breeze.
Tears well up as the boatman gazes into the distance,
standing alone like a tree in the flow of time…
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4. Dear Teacher
By Thao Thao
It’s been years since I left the beloved school,
yet the teachings of my teacher remain etched in my heart.
I still remember the first steps I took in the autumn,
full of excitement, towards my new school.
Without a farewell, my teacher quietly departed,
and I only realized it much later, feeling like I was in a dream.
Where did my teacher go? I wonder.
Her gentle voice still resonates within me.
Time passes by, yet I long to see my teacher again,
to once more feel the comfort of her presence, as I did in my childhood.
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5. Listening to My Teacher Read Poetry
By Tran Dang Khoa
I’ve listened to my teacher read poetry every day,
with words as red as the sun and as green as the trees of my homeland.
The sound of the oar echoes from afar,
like the gentle voice of my grandmother from long ago.
I hear the moonlight filtering through the coconut trees,
and the pitter-patter of raindrops on the leaves above.
Hearing my mother’s laughter and songs of love,
poetry makes me appreciate the beauty of life…
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By Nguyen Trung Dzung
Knowledge from the past returns,
along with the deep gratitude for my teachers.
You are the light bearers who illuminate the path for young minds;
you are the skilled boatmen who guide us to the shore of glory.
Thank you for your dedication in rowing the boat of knowledge,
leading us to a brilliant future.
This gratitude will forever be etched in my heart…
Thank you for helping me overcome life’s bitterness and pain!
Beautiful poems for Vietnamese Teachers’ Day
7. The Boatman
By Thao Nguyen
Life is like a river, and each of us is a boatman,
standing on the shore, guiding others across.
“To cross the river, you need a boat,” they say,
and in life, we rely on teachers to guide us through the journey.
Amid the sun and rain,
the boat of knowledge carries us forward, thanks to our dedicated teachers.
As we reach the other side, we offer a smile and gratitude,
a gift of love to our beloved teachers.
The wooden boat and the silver-haired boatman
accompany us on our journey through life’s vast expanse.
Still, the boatman rows on,
helping more students cross the river of knowledge…
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8. My Teacher’s Deep Voice
By Pham Duy Cau
On summer afternoons, as the phoenix flowers shed their crimson petals,
another year passes by, and a new one is about to begin.
I cherish the deep bond with my old friends,
and my heart still holds dear the memories of my teachers.
To give, a teacher must first have,
and as students, we must open our hearts to receive their teachings.
Giving does not diminish, for true gratitude is eternal.
Receiving brings joy, and that is enough.
9. My Teacher
By Ngan Hoang
Suddenly, I notice my teacher’s hair has turned white,
and I console myself, thinking it’s just chalk dust.
Yet, my heart is filled with endless emotions that I can’t seem to calm.
How many years has it been, my dear teacher?
While students come and go, my teacher remains,
like a diligent boatman with a chalk oar, guiding us towards our dreams.
Oh, time, please stop flowing, just for a moment,
allowing me to bow my head and call out to my teacher with utmost respect and love…
10. Dear Teacher
By Ta Nghi Le
Dear teacher, I left today’s lesson
outside the classroom, under the old phoenix tree, listening to the birds sing.
I transformed into a butterfly, dancing with the flowers,
forgetting about my homework from yesterday.
Dear teacher, I locked away my homework
and spent my time skating and enjoying life.
By your cup of black coffee, I burned time with cigarette smoke,
living only for myself and never daring to dream.
Dear teacher, as I passed by your house late at night,
I saw a warm moon shining above.
You sat quietly, coughing, preparing lessons,
and I realized the simplicity of giving and receiving.
How could I have taken so long to understand?
Now that I do, how can I apologize to you, my dear teacher?
11. My Teacher’s Lullaby
By Doan Vi Thuong
Every profession has its own lullaby,
and I, as a teacher, have chosen this one to sing to my students.
It is a lullaby of the wind and clouds,
of the river my mother once sailed and the fields my father once plowed.
Since the age of three, I’ve been singing this lullaby to my students,
teaching them to love and never stop loving.
I may not sing a thousand songs,
for I know that knowledge is secondary to life’s experiences.
Your dreams are as vast as the sky,
and I sing to ignite your passion and fulfill your dreams.
My mother sang me to sleep at night,
and I sing to you each morning as the sun rises.
Within you are layers of knowledge,
and I hope that my lullaby will guide you on your journey.
(Sometimes, I feel like a child spinning a top,
experiencing the joys of childhood all over again!)
I, too, am growing old,
becoming a part of each of my student’s lives.
Chalk and blackboards may fade,
but the memories will always remain with me.
Poems to express gratitude to teachers on Vietnamese Teachers’ Day
12. My Apologies, Students
By Tran Ngoc Huong
I am not a farmer who can rest after a hard day’s work,
drifting off to sleep as soon as my head hits the pillow.
Even when the bell rings, signaling the end of class,
I am still troubled by the weight of my responsibilities.
I stand before my students, indifferent to their cheerful greetings,
as the chalk dust slowly falls, covering my hair.
I think of my youthful dreams, now long gone,
and the cough that interrupts my lectures from time to time.
Forgive me, my students, for I carry a heavy burden,
worrying about life’s challenges hour after hour.
Understand that I hide my worries,
facing a world of buying and selling, of judgment and criticism.
I pretend to forget the outside world,
repeating the same old lessons, day after day.
Right or wrong, black or white,
how much truth have I really faced?
In the stillness of the night, as my hair turns white,
I reflect on my life’s struggles.
My dear students, please accept my sincere apologies,
for one day, you will understand.
13. My Teacher and I
By Pham Minh Dung
My teacher and I,
strangers brought together by fate.
My teacher and I,
from different generations, connected by knowledge.
I often ask myself,
why haven’t I visited my teachers from my childhood in so many years?
Yet, they remain by my side on this long journey,
offering encouragement when I stumble and reminders when I forget.
They celebrate with me in my victories
and guide me back on track when I stray.
Through life’s ups and downs,
their presence shines bright.
They entrusted me with their dreams,
and now, I walk alongside my old teachers.
Step by step, I move forward,
carrying with me memories of my teachers…
14. The Chalk Dust Is Gone
By Thai Mong Trinh
As the golden afternoon light fades,
I am filled with longing for the past.
Alone, I wander, searching for
a hint of the past beneath the old school’s roof.
Oh, the old desks and the row of tamarind trees,
the blackboard remembers the young teacher of long ago.
Though the chalk dust is gone, a hint of fragrance remains,
and my old classmates are now distant.
Life is like a library, vast and endless,
and I am but a ray of sunlight shining through.
For whom do I shed these tears?
I mourn the passing of time and the fading of memories.
I long for my teachers, and the pain is unbearable,
yet I still remember their lectures, clear as day.
Though life takes us on different paths,
I will never forget my teachers.
15. When My Teacher Retires
By La Me
The old phoenix tree hangs onto the last rays of summer,
as my teacher’s voice, now softer, fills the classroom:
“My dear students, this is our last summer together before your final exams.”
A slight cough interrupts the silence,
as the chalk dust swirls and dances in the air.
Was it only yesterday, or many years ago,
that I first stepped into this school, full of excitement and dreams?
I admired how my teacher nurtured young minds,
just as a farmer tends to his rice fields, singing to the wind.
Now, my teacher will leave this old school,
but will the pain of separation be buried under the dust?
Despite the bitterness and hardships,
what legacy will my teacher leave behind?
Tomorrow, my teacher will return,
and the summer sun will shine brightly once more.
My teacher’s shoulders, once strong, are now frail,
and my heart aches as I long to call out, unable to hold back my tears.
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By Nguyen Thi Chi My
I pick up my pen, intending to write a poem,
and suddenly remember it’s Vietnamese Teachers’ Day.
I feel ashamed of my arrogance,
for I am no different from anyone else.
As I hold my pen, the first thoughts that come to mind
are of my parents and my teachers.
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