Best Blackboards Poems

If guns don’t kill people 
Why are so many people dead
Another moms child 
shot in the head
Blackboards white chalk
splattered in Red
A teacher killed
For something she...

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Second row to the board!

These words could not just be ignored
     I’m thinking but a vintage few
    ...

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Chalk is the magic of blackboards, sports fields and
little girl's sidewalk games of Hop-Scotch.
How many equations and statements, measured lines, and boxes
do you imagine have...

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If you go downtown early morning
You can see the shopkeepers setting
Old treasures on the sidewalk,
Writing their welcomes with chalk
On little standing blackboards,
Inviting you inside their...

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Seamless Breath
                by Odin Roark

At sunrise,
Man-child of his heart,
Reaches past...

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The little brick school house
where Mama used to go,
sets quietly atop the hill
thru' summer heat and snow.

The bell on top is silent now,
the window shutters...

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Enough is enough of this seriousness
Back to the sillies where I belong
Here's something to ponder, my friends
Why is the word 'abbreviation' so long

I don't usually...

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Another dream  

My strength seeps from the cracks,
crevices ripped in a single slip
Reaching for hope again
I left my chest wide open

Streams of worth
flow like...

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What's in a Name? 
                    ...

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Agreement feels like a back tickle
smells like magnolia
sounds like soft crickets and rushing water
looks like the bright moon
tastes like milk

Disagreement feels like a toe stub
smells...

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In an attempt to document my worth to your esteemed organization, I hereby submit my unredacted resume.

I was educated using blocks, books, chalk, blackboards and...

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I was taught to run,
to shun, avoid.
My falling down, my scrapped knee was the punishment of my betrayal.
I suffered guilt for having too much, 
shame...

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Piano keys –
waiting for my fingers,
they dream of a Bach fugue.

Sheet music –
notes build cathedrals of sound
that wait in patient silence.

My daughter’s horse –
strong willed...

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BROTHER I SAW BLACK BOARDS…
Brothe,r don’t ask why…
When I linger in a little longer in bed
Just know I saw blackboards

When I seem to have forgotten...

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Ink wells drying out,books march to their graves.
Stationary evolving like cavemen in caves.
Bibles on websites,there's no longer books of prayer.
Electronic revolution's just too much to...

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