Best Blackboard Poems

The old seemingly lifeless blackboard,
No one thinks that he really feels,
Made of tarnished slate and black in color,
Finds no one to value his true appeal.

A daily slave to the teachers fingers,
He knows more than he’ll ever show.
Is really such a very  lonely fellow,
Though many...

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White chalk vandalizing it
Words and numbers haunting it
Pens scribbling to reflect it
Eraser smudging
Knowledge forever encrypting its life...

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Life is vaguely like a blackboard
whose words have all been erased,
a song played in the wrong chord,
wearing leather when it should be lace.

How much chalk will we need
to rewrite the truth of our alibis?
How much more must we bleed
before we're able to confess our lies?

Chalk...

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*Image of Blackboard Questions by Pixabay.

the blackboard: seku

a smart aleck
writes with the classroom chalk~~
why am I green

2022 April 07

*seku: A senryu of three lines with less than seventeen syllables...

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BLACKBOARD BLUES

I woke up this morning and I had the blues
And the blacks and the Reds and greens whence to choose
In days gone by when boards were black
And teachers weren't wary but on the attack

Chalk was as white as snow filled skies
You could tell a...

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so gloomy the night
the sky starless and moonless
yearning for dawn's light



Date written: 11/25/2019...

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Pray, what would heaven

               give to know the time


That we're accorded,

               mortal, thru each rhyme?


O muse the...

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Yesterday, my brain-space was so null,
It couldn’t have been nuller.
To think, today, I learned so much
From a bird devoid of color!...

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Once I  thought let me 
     clear the blackboard 
     and write a kind of word 
   plea-pla - plu,  plea  - pla- apluck
    gri - gra- grumpiness, agrak
...

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A shudder, a tremble,
hearing a screech.
Was it that chalk again -
on that board or this wall?

We tend to hear things
at the strangest of times:
midnight, noon, three-seventeen.
But seven minutes to ten?

Hmm. That's an odd time.
It may come again tomorrow.
But what is weird is that
it will come...

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