Best Crayon Poems

"Crayon Caresses"

blue velvet sky caresses
pink cotton candy clouds
beneath a gold umbrella
red heartbeats breathing loud.

a yellow Sun kisses skin
of silky bronze glowation
footprints carve love in brown sand
while white waves crest formation.

green trees hide secret embrace
while purple passion prowls
viewing an orange sunset
rose petals play on towels.

silvery stars...

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Red is the crayon that I love to use.
So vivid and bright without any abuse.
 
I color so lively and make each stroke count.
Even making the water red in the fount.

In my pictures the hair on everyone's head.
Yes you guessed it, they're all a bright...

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Brisk breezes tickle the leaves on the trees;
while a gnarly old oak tree creaks and heaves.

Silhouettes merge as daylight disappears;
dewdrops glistening like crystalline tears.

A mix of scarlet, saffron, and chiffon;
colors a setting sun drawn in crayon.

Tangerine clouds as thick as whipping cream;
float in the sky...

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A Crayon Color or Citrus Fruit Orange
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I prefer them a bit tattered and tired. 
(a slow lick on a hard knife edge).
A midnight she cat, sparkling like a pinwheel.
The one that make you obsess,
why they're one hour and-five minutes late.
Why their mascara is off center.
Why they have that strange strong scent.

I...

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I drew you a picture with crayons, bright red.
It’s there on the wall, and your nightstand and bed.
I scribbled some wax on your nicely cleaned floors, 
all over the kitchen on the cabinet doors.
I drew you some hearts and a bouquet of roses.
In our family...

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I am the brown crayon in your crayon box,
and it is clear that you need me.
I can color in the sand your child plays in,
or I can be the trunk of the tree that gives you shade.
Don't try to make me just like you,
I am...

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No dear
Make the date for the tea
Friday at three
For the moon will be
At the windows
At the wee hours
And it will be the full moons
We will pick up as much as we choose
With the scarlet spoon

Monday the sun is hot
No room to look at the blooms
Right...

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I have been called a writer of song 
I think to myself, how could that be wrong.


Eight years have past when I became a Published Poet
And wouldn’t you know, most of my friends don’t even know it. 


I was inducted into the International Society of...

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Have you ever listened to those people who rant 
and think, OMG They have the IQ of a crayon!*
You know you should walk away but you can't,
from listening to the attention seeking sycophant,
when all you really want to do is call him a moron.



*The first...

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‘PINK CRAYON LINK’

A circle of pink—frightened at six, the commencement of the school system link
Classroom allocations and trepidation cleverly disguised by colour location
Dolls rosy cheeks and freedom to play, all disappear—dissipate remote foldaway 
A shrill school bell resonates-- response to line up education to read...

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I am a yellow crayon inside a crayon box
I have no hands and no feet 
But if you like to color 
I know you and I will soon meet

I’m not used as much as red
Or maybe even green
But I’m always lurking somewhere
In every picture you’ve...

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In the art gallery where sharp-edged women 
stop their strides abruptly before famous paintings 
... of colored squares- 
In discussions of a novel, where sex is not exactly 
sex, only a metaphor we squint eyes at eachother 
across wooden tables, desperate to see- 
In conversation,...

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I'm a Pink Marshmallow in soft tender Hello,
I'm the bright Fun Sun in sweet smiling Yellow.


I'm the Warm Gold Sand,the best kind of friend,
I'm the Silk Brown Soil in a nourished land.

I'm the Silver end,in each glittering playful wave,
I'm the Red apple,lost  in sinful...

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In our family circus
children old enough to be left alone
without a babysitter.
Can find lots of interesting ways
to have fun.
And this makes for a happy house hold.
But when parents return home, 
They can't help noticing something is different.
It’s to quiet 
and the kids didn't meet them...

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