Congratulations, graduates farewell to the last bell of the school, graduation poems

Farewell to graduates from the class teacher in verse

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Girls and boys of mine,

Lovely, good home!

School days are flying so fast,

You are now already quite large.

I'm used to you, and you - to me,

Salts pud, and not one we ate.

Today I am happily doubly

From the fact that together we mudreli.

She studied you, and you - me,

But now the roads diverge ...

That I can not forget the day

By sending you flying high.

Without further ado a farewell:

By embracing the thing do with the soul.

Promising keep his word.

It did not leave anything? Start again!

And remember how it was with us - Cheerful,

crazy, friendly class!

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Has rung school bells,

Behind the excitement exam.

Goodbye, graduates!

We will remember you, no doubt.

At its lessons pass

You tried, we not only knowledge.

The identity of the person to raise -

Eternal teacher vocation.

Today you get up on the wing,

Ahead - spaces and events.

Prior knowledge of evil is powerless -

You blessings from the teacher.

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It - the lessons will not end.

On a clear day, and blizzard

With school together ran down the steps.

And here it is - the last call.

Have successfully pass the exam -

Perseverance always win!

You will prepare and help you,

How long the teacher tells.

Master the roads every student,

For each hold the answer.

For those who put "two" in the diary,

Who scolded the teachers' council.

We wish you achieve all

What can dream

For you, nothing is impossible,

Dare, labor in the "five"!

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All these years we have learned with you

And learned all the wisdom of the program.

Now, with flowers and a little moist eyes

You, beautiful, look dad watching mom.

You - our children, our pride and hope,

And you solemnly handed over the certificates.

All that will remain in the memory, of course,

After years of leaving school permanently.

For you are open all the way and all the roads.

Everything will be: difficulties, victories and improvisations.

And let parents stay alert,

Strive to comprehend new horizons.

Author Anna Kovaleva

Congratulations to the graduates of the school in the verses to the prom, farewell

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Let us remember the day and hour -

From memory, where do we go,

When you have entered the first grade,

Saying goodbye to the barefoot childhood,

And in bouquets of flowers

You face hid shyly

And not ignorant of the meaning of words,

You, first-graders devoted.

Threshold of the school, as the feature

From mothers and fathers have separated,

And in a brilliant class of purity,

Strange aunt spent.

And it takes you as a family,

Sharing the warmth and all that she knew,

Such naive and funny

The great life followed.

You want to grow up,

And often times Customized

To enter into the adult world

And only now realized

What is one step in another world

You will join the next day,

And not for blackboards

Again, learn and learn.

And do not get to write off,

And there is no crib at hand,

Himself correct errors,

It was quite different at the price.

And remember again and again,

The lessons of those that missed,

And the school, and favorite class,

And those people that you have been taught.

His native teachers

You will certainly understand

When it was their children,

The home school will bring.

All that could, we gave you.

What we took - so you and go.

And you, yet in the beginning,

Big, hard way.

Each has its own road,

We believe in you and we will wait.

We wish you from the heart, a little bit:

To love, to learn and to forgive.

Author Vladimir Komarov

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How are we in love with you, good,

As you do not want to say goodbye to you,

As we are accustomed to you, hectic,

Madcap lads and ladies.

Wish a little life

We want your asters, peonies:

To look at life with optimism

And carried on her vёsen banners

To wisdom was in you at the start

I tore the midst of your adrenaline,

A final push - not in the heat,

And the kindness and love - the peak heights.

Congratulations to graduates

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So turn the page,

Completed special stage.

You have to fly like a bird -

Ahead of another height.

You lace school at the tender waltz -

In her throat, doubt in his heart.

It is believed that somewhere close - happiness.

There is life on this bend.

Let you luck,

In every endeavor, dream.

Not afraid of challenges

In the daily bustle of gray.

Let your lungs all the way footpath

Will no doubt and anxiety.

Next let the second half,

Always right hand leads.

In life, enjoy every moment.

Believe, hope, faithful love.

And then there is all the mistakes -

It is only happiness ahead!

Poems congratulation on prom class teacher, parents, mom

Lyrics to the prom, graduate congratulations mom

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As if it was only yesterday,

You proudly carried his briefcase,

I do not hide the tears of joy,

And you opened the door of the school.

As if it was only yesterday,

Ruler, golden bell,

"The first call" and in the heart of ukolchik,

Your eyes staring into the distance safely, happily.

No. Not yesterday it was.

A little boy lost in years

The wind in your sails passing,

Now you let a young, but still a man.

Sails away safely. My Prayer

It will be everywhere with you the night and the day.

Let every moment is full of events,

As the part of the life achievements and discoveries.

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I have a woman,

Beautiful as a rose.

Her eyes are divine

Her tears are sacred.

I have a woman,

It is wiser kings,

Her eyes are identical

Proud of the children.

I have a woman,

I love her,

And "mother" gently, tenderly

Throughout her life call.

Thank you, Mom,

For breakfast and dinner,

Because even though tired,

But the form you ironed.

Thank you for the life,

Patience, love.

You're just a good sport,

Her cheek is ready!

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Not a couple of years you were with us.

Not a couple of years we have loved.

All achievements, sorrows,

We shared a hundred thousand times.

Not a couple of times you have saved,

Not a few times did you go to the front.

And always defended,

And we sheltered under an umbrella.

We will not forget these years,

These months, hours,

When you sincerely gave,

The actions of wisdom, love.

Author Xenia Miskova