Poems for graduation and the last bell

A clear day. September. chamomile. Bend. pigtails. first-graders. Two times over. ABC. An A+. The classroom is being cleaned first.

Kings of Egypt. Globe. Map. desk that was painted. Alkaline. Pythagorean. acids. Leo Tolstoy. boundaries. Take notes.

Friend. getting ready for the exam. additionally to a cheat sheet. Stepping out. trekking excursion. Guitare. Give a kiss. for a pair and a quarter.

State examination. Ball goodbye. Sadness and joy blended together. Accreditation. The window was filled with flowers. Why do I feel like this?

Many thanks, educators. For the spherical Earth, Carthage and Troy, We are grateful for everything you have given us, including benzochloropropylene, ZHI and SHI, twice two, and your kind words that we will now keep to ourselves.

First teacher

What matters to the elderly does not matter to the younger generation. We didn’t give it much thought. What is your age, what kind of husband do you have, how much do you make? Do you have a daughter, or perhaps a granddaughter? You willingly and easily made your way into the classroom because you loved what you did and we did too. And we overlooked our parents. within the time frame given to the educational program.

St. Petersburg graduation

Today the children grew up, and we completed our eleventh grade. And somewhere, childhood fades into the distance. Sails beneath scarlet from us.

Bridges reveals herself to him. Dawn is instantly replaced by sunset. And childhood is lost, lost, lost… And we give it a wave good-bye.

Under the pyrotechnic salvo, Granite sparkles a bright pink, and the Neva is colored. And although adulthood comes suddenly, it does not yet weigh on us.

We are incredibly proud of being adults. And we want to yell, "Wait!" Hold on. The sails melt into a pale golden haze as they glow red toward the horizon.

Unrepeatable minutes

We don’t think about it with you, we want to get out of here as soon as possible, and we don’t think that this minute will come around again or that the hour of graduation will happen again!

We have hurried through our school years because we were impatient to grow up since we were young. We have to give up childhood forever in order to cherish it.

Gratitude to the teacher

We are aware that you are extremely bored with us, but we really are a happy and challenging class! By the way, we are maturing quickly and will soon surpass all others for you.

Please pardon us for our misbehavior and our occasionally unending pranks. We appreciate your immense patience. For your efforts, you truly deserve the title of hero!

Thank you to your parents!

The lump of knowledge was split very difficultly. We thanked our parents for their care and went to school the same way everyone else does.

Farewell, dear school

Years will most likely pass between us, but memory is still more powerful. We will always be reminded of school and its comforting presence.

How much information it provided us with, always sharing the best. And spoke in a ringing voice, teaching us so we wouldn’t get bored.

Who knew that this hour would bring such sadness? Of course, nobody took it at face value. Today is the last day that the school will open its doors to us and bid us farewell to life.

Goodbye, dear teachers, dear class, and dear school. Everything is here for us, even to the point of familiar pain. RIP, but never forget who we are.

Like we’re heading out to sea, we’re heading out for life, with each person picking their own route. At the conclusion, we will yell, "Goodbye, dear, don’t forget!" to the school.

Thanksgiving service

Oh, mentors and teachers! Looking back at our journey together, you can see that we haven’t spoiled you in the slightest. We are vicious, such and such, and we constantly irritate you. But grateful hearts pound beneath this rough exterior.

Over our head, the oak After much effort and several fights, You transformed a sturdy oak tree into a brilliant diamond with your unwavering love.

Naturally, with your efforts, Our properties in all their nudity—both these and those Sparkled with different facets—apologies.

We won’t beg for pardon or flatter others, nor will we ask for forgiveness without any reason; ultimately, we will have to, Maybe instruct total idiots.

Oh, Trustees and benefactors, our guardians and protectors! If you think we’re talking gibberish, remember that you made us and that we have nothing to do with it!

Farewell to school

Goodbye, school bench! The wind blows youthfully in all directions! The journey holds many happy encounters and the greeting of new acquaintances.

All that lies ahead, captivating the youth along the way, is happiness, glory, and adventures. At the moment of parting, our wishes will come true and we will locate everything we are looking for.

Thank you, school!

We are accustomed to this happy route. Thank you, school! We came to tell you that any bends are familiar. I’m grateful. I’m grateful.

There were plenty of smiles and tears, but you accepted each and every one of us! You recall a lot of things! I’m grateful. I’m grateful. I’m grateful.

And thank you for the fact that, despite our frequent laziness (we could have studied more effectively, after all), we still strived for knowledge! I’m grateful. I’m grateful.

We often erred on the side of ignorance and made numerous mistakes. We received low marks for this. I’m grateful. I’m grateful. I’m grateful.

They did not stay in the dark despite what had happened—they blushed like crayfish and remained silent like fish. I’m grateful. I’m grateful. I’m grateful.

Simple statement from the teacher: "Capable of rolling up boulders!" I am so grateful for your sacred patience! I’m grateful. I’m grateful.

This is where we got our certificate. and made our life’s decision… We are grateful for everything you taught us. I’m grateful. I’m grateful.

To the school teachers from the parents of graduates

Your energy is bursting at the seams, and your mind and soul are unaware of tiredness. You work in a field with limited enlightenment. You have a bountiful crop to harvest.

You spent a lot of time working at the school, undoubtedly in the best traditions. We are grateful that you exist in children’s souls. Kind light that emanates from you burns.

School, concerning teenagers Additional pieces written by the writer

Tonje

Poetry for the final bell and graduation

Do-svidaniya-shkola.htm https://sibmama.ru The last bell and school graduation are memorable occasions that mark significant turning points in life. Good poems will still brighten these days at home, even if the entire nation celebrates them in a unique way this year. You can read them to your favorite teachers right away, or use them in albums or postcards.

Poems from our collection can be used to thank teachers, kind parents, and others for their patience, as well as to say farewell to school.

Dear Tamyana

The school day is over. The kids are now adults. The important moment has arrived: two generations of "descendants" and "ancestors" joined together, as if to begin the first lesson. Grades are entered in the certificates.

We will get together today to commemorate the holiday of separation with a feast. However, it goes without saying for parents that their children—the school stage they recently completed—will always remember him.

It was here that they gained strength and world knowledge. Parents will rarely forget how, by confiding in us about our struggles, they offered the kids the warmth of their hearts. Teacher allies: our allies.

The adult children will go through changes; they will become dignified and reserved, but they will never forget that their school is not a place set apart by walls but rather a home away from home.

Living on this planet is not easy; there are many challenges ahead of them. However, our adult children will often remember, with gratitude, warmth, and brightness, how fortunate they were at the start of their journey.

Ninulechka-Krasotulechka

On the final bell, to the teacher

You are needed, needed forever
Both the young man and the old man,
To enrich them persistently.
That"s how ore is mined,
That"s how spring"s light is always awaited,
And that"s how grains are grown.
Your work.
So a jeweler sometimes
Grinds a tiny diamond,
This is how they tell the shine of damask steel.
Yes, the main thing in the current fate
The earth owes you
And the heights that opened up to the gaze.
You, like a mother over a cradle,
When again, again, again
You leaf through school notebooks,
Without closing your eyes at night,
You feed us with knowledge
For the sake of goodness and happiness in the world.
Teacher!
Let you be praised a hundredfold
Glorified, thanked
And raised to the throne of songs,
So that with each generation henceforth
You magically grow younger
In work, which is so wonderful!

The evening of graduation

Here it is once more. June marks the class’s graduation once more. You set out on your journey as a part of yourself. I’m grateful and bending down to you because you kept the soul from dozing off! The whirlwind of school days will spin you around once more, along with new classes and days. However, we are aware that you will remember them since they possess your love and soul! We hope you have good health for a millennium, simple coursework, increased pay, and punctuality! Consistency in all things and minimal disruptions From the bottom of our hearts, please carry on with the lesson!

For the graduation celebration

Important turning points in a child’s academic journey are graduation and the last bell, and poems written for these events capture the feelings and memories of this change. They provide a sincere means of commemorating successes, saying goodbye to the school years, and igniting hope for the future. Teachers, families, and students can all benefit from these special moments being made even more memorable by adding a personal touch through the creation or selection of the appropriate poem.

Summer at your feet, the sun overhead the desk. The last bell, how long is it going to last? The windows cannot accommodate the universe. The school appears, but it gets smaller, Eyes dart across the far-off steering wheel, A powerful machine, a keen lancet, And the day is full of crimson and blue across the nation, like over an assembly hall. Crystal bell, farewell to school!

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