Best Eraser Poems

Today I did stab,
an eraser so white, pure,
it did bleed blue ink....

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oh ...

Gustav, how you pique the senses
          captured passion's plural tenses

lovers twined in percale folds
 ...

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You’re all in charge of authoring a story
Of love and humor, suspense and glory
You’re writing starts with your very first thought
And doesn’t end til your...

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65 minutes reduced to 120 seconds

Bright lit room
White glossy tone with flowery curtains
Upon window's darkened vision

Your radiance emanated in celebratory gesture
As my eyes fell in...

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I Am Who I Am

Date: Wed, Dec 23 2015 at 8:11 PM

I don't wear no disguise
My True Self I can't hide
Without God I don't want...

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"Tertium guid...."
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Spending a few moments pondering

The syllogism of existentialism, and

All of the pages of histories

Finds, movements, theories and themes....

The intricities; complexities

Compounds; variables and factors

Real or...

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Guided by the writer's hand
it skates across page after page,
in complete abandon, 
relishing the journey.

A short visit now and then 
to the cut of the...

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The Warrior

My pencil is my sword
My eraser is my shield
And when I go to war
My paper is my battlefield 
When life is to much
This is...

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A  stroke
                      ...

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Edge

The Edge, 
or rather the Edgewood... 
is a place, not a thing.
It is near the bridge, 
but not quite under it. 

It is quiet, 
and...

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Face to face, eye to eye
I stand tall and stay firm
My voice does not raise
And my tone does not change
I might listen... if I feel...

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Dream book
my box has been empty for many years
today I filled it with paper of many reams,
perhaps I will draw or make  a scrapbook
I...

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I write this poem

I write this poem for you, and for all.
I wish I could catch your tears in a bucket
And put them in a...

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Buy ink which remains indelible on the soul
Lick your stamps as they should never lick themselves
Keep envelopes open to suggestions and to be stretched
Hide them...

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A Painting Unsigned
Written: by Tom Wright
December 2014

Rooftops, at dawn, were covered 
With luminous frost,
Appearing today, professionally done 
While I lay sleeping;
The grass and trees likewise...

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