You're wrong, Teacher.

Be still, proud thing that you are.
Your mouth flails with plosive discords,
subverting the wisdom you preach.

How vile your contortions make you.
Face turned a wicked crimson,
Capillaries filled to bursting.

Be seated, come off your ivory tower.
Standing over me at my desk,
To gain the high ground.

Temper your ego, this time you are wrong.
With threats and empty rebukes,
You have not bested me yet.

Such pride you have to be offended so.
You were misinformed in this field,
Despite to teaching diploma you wield.

Hey, Kris! You've got a great poem here; the language, despite being so heavily formal (and almost archaic), works well, and you've obviously got the silvered tongue. I just have a few small comments.

Your mouth flails with plosive discords,

The fact that you used the word 'plosive,' and used it in such a perfect context--yeah, you are officially A Poet. I want to caution you, however; I know the word plosive, but I'm betting that most people don't, as it is one of those words with little day-to-day use. It could confuse your reader.

How vile your contortions make you.

Face turned a wicked crimson,

Capillaries filled to bursting.

I love the first line! I'm not sure a full-stop at the end serves the meaning of this stanza well, though. A comma would do.

Temper your ego, this time you are wrong.

I think this line would have just a little more drama and significance if you replaced the comma with semi-colon; it makes the pause just a half-second longer, which works beautifully after such a powerful command like 'Temper your ego.' By the way, I love the play on temper there. Well done!

Despite to teaching diploma you wield.

I believe you mean 'the teaching diploma?' I'm not as fond of this stanza as the others; I don't think it adds anything. I think a stronger ending would be the last line of the previous stanza: "You have not bested me yet." It has that great defiant feel.

Okay I liked this. I'm sorry, but I don't know the meaning to have of the words you have used. Which, really that should be a compliment because I have been reading the dictionary and thesaurus since I was in 1st grade. Good Job!!!! I loved your poem. Please check mine out. They aren't as good as this one but people have told me they like my literature. So, keep writing and I'll keep reviewing! Thanks!


-Bailey Holcomb

Be seated, come off your ivory tower.
Standing over me at my desk,
To gain the high ground.

This was my favorite stanza-it shows the teacher's quise of faux power they cower behind-
when in reality they have none. And it shows within your writing you are beyond their
fruitless threats. Good for you!