Best Blackboard Poems

I know I promised
 no more ‘Make you Cry Poems’
I said I'd never write another 
‘Wipe your eye poem’

 And for three years 
I tried...

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You were my least liked teacher,
                   ...

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I am the blackboard
before chalk pictures and words
after the dust falls...

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It was not the mountains.. those that dwarf us,
the forests that invited our senses...seduced us to stay.
Nor the oceans whose mass we contained within us,
creatures...

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Wooden half-desk folded down into place
Textbook open, pencil poised
Einstein poster on the wall observing
Equations flying across the blackboard
Cumulonimbus clouds of chalk dust 
Float across the...

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AGE OF TEN

	Way back then when I was ten 
Things were so very different then
I wrote with ink in a fountain pen
Whenever we could we...

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The Highways and the Byways
By Franklin Price
10/27/2107
(Inspired by Nancy McIntyre Stepp)

 The highways and the byways
Of this life in which we've grown
Bring back many memories
Of...

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My heart sank, her buttery sweet voice
summoning me to the front of the class
I stood there chalk in hand, with my shoulders slumped
The question she...

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My heart hit the wall like graffiti spray.
Shakespeare could have cast you 
just as you had cast me.
Playtime was rushed to sleep with resistance, 
as...

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PARTS AND COUNTERPARTS

scrawled on the blackboard jungle, a mural
of profanity – pronouncing women’s names,
their parts and counterparts. reality creeps

from the verminous city streets.  the...

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It’s back to school, hip hip hooray
I’m so glad to be back today
I’ve got my bag and all my books
And practiced intellectual looks

Today’s first session...

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Did she say time numbers or prime numbers? 
I was sure it was not rhyme numbers. 
She is staring at me. Miss Johnson, math teacher.
Takes...

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Five stones
                closing times
radiograms and
              seventy-eights
school caps
           ...

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Left alone, the abyss of failure
closes in,
for days it seems like weeks,
though months are now reduced to counted minutes

Coffin’d stances form the stoic barricade
which surrounds...

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It’s skin deep evident,
being black is an inherent crime

It doesn’t matter whether we
peacefully
stand our ground,
or be siren subservient — 
Hands in the air, 
knees bent

We...

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