Best Eraser Poems
Today I did stab,
an eraser so white, pure,
it did bleed blue ink.
The eraser belonged to me; it was saved by my mother and returned along with many other
childhood items when I became middle aged. I was curious as to why she would save a
stubby old eraser from the primary grades, so she reminded me of its’ one and only use. My
faded memory of that time suddenly became crystal clear, as my mother recounted for me a
watershed episode from my formative years.
I had, as they say these days “acted out in school once again,” this time by writing
unspeakable words in a textbook. Without any hesitation or forethought, I chose as my
repository the teachers’ edition of our English composition book. Quite frankly, at the time, I
thought they were literary gems worthy of publication. That’s why I knowingly inscribed them
there for all to see. Upon further review by more knowledgeable minds, it was determined
corrective guidance and a phone call home was in order.
I was to spend several hours after school that day sweating in contemplative silence as I
erased the teachers’ edition and many other similarly defaced books. It was during this time
of reflection that I ground that eraser down to the stub as it remains today. The last visible
vestiges of my bad expositions disappeared forever that hot afternoon, along with more than
half of the eraser.
Mother then reminded me of what she overheard the Superintendent tell me, as she sat
mortally ashamed and waiting for hours in the hallway outside that sweltering classroom. I
can still visualize her ample adult size, trying in vain to get comfortable, in a sticky one
armed desk made for a 5th grader.
“ John, I want you to try and remember this:
WHAT YOU SAY to others might last with them until THEY DIE.
But regretful WORDS YOU WRITE, the residue of which, will last long after YOU DIE.
So you keep what’s left of this eraser and I hope you never need to use it again.”
*For the "Rub it out" contest, i still have the eraser.
what you can let go
is so easy to erase,
but that which you can't...
I seen your life
I seen your faults
all I shall erase.
I seen your errors
I seen the terror
all I shall erase.
For you are the chalk
your life the blackboard
all that you write
I can make go away
for I am " The Eraser."
I am an eraser
You call me to erase your failures
You mistakes is my correction
To make room for progression
You only call me
When you need me.
You're an Eraser;
One kiss rubbed out everything...
Let's learn Love again.
I hold this eraser in my hand
with a whale on it
smiling above the two lines that mark the waves
and the name of the brand
to erase and be erased
is written beneath the beady eyed whale.
A line to make it smile
two to make its universe
no colours have these waves
and the whale smiles for not being blue.
Its tail has already dissolved
along with the last letter of the brand name
in the words of lead
written in thoughtlessness
by 'wanton children'.
To undo a child's folly
must this smile be gone?
These waves and a big name all?
For Man who erred in words
and dissolved my whale's innocent little world
in words?
Oh, trusty eraser,
You error replacer,
I thank you for clearing the way,
Preventing disgrace
When I cannot embrace
Words I’ve chosen which do not hold sway.
Just one swipe of your being
Gives way to me seeing
A blank where a blunder has been
So I’m once again free
To discover the key
Which will help me again to begin.
On computers, “delete”
Is a method discreet
To remove words that don’t make the grade
But eraser, you meet
All my needs as you greet
What my pencil has wrongly displayed.
God holds a big eraser
that wipes away my sins,
and when I come to Him in prayer,
my slate is clean again.
In His hands, He holds the chalk
that writes upon my heart.
"Never will I leave you
and do not from Me depart."
Chalk talk with my Savior,
will last through all my days.
But, as more and more
on His Word I stand,
less and less He'll need to use,
the eraser in His hand.
God holds His big eraser.
He holds it out to you,
ready and willing to forgive your sins,
with a love, life saving and new.
knock knock
its me who chase your greatest enemies
i am the one with no rival
i am the one that pushes you to Ar-rahaman
you can find me anywhere in the mosque and the Islamic center
from sha'aban to Ramadan
i unite the Muslim ummah
i am your best friend Ramadan
marhaban! marhaban! O Ramadan with joy we welcome you as our guest
the month of fasting, Qur'an and taraweeh
doors of jannah are open wide
the devil is chained up
evil forces are disposed
the hell is closed
you feed my iman
you can see the vastness of the ummah
teaching us to grow from
our spiritual adolescence
battling with our souls
you mend our hearts and give us tranquillity
solidifying our bonds with our creator
the night we spend in taraweeh prayers prepares the soul for redemption
let's not forget our less fortunate brothers and sisters
the devil losses and we win
some don't have food for suhoor and iftar
we have to ignore the devilish whispers
when they are in pains we're in pains regardless of the distance
let's give our assistance to the Muslim ummah
we're asking for your mercy upon us
to be admitted into your kingdom Ya Allah
@bint__abdolrahman
In my heart are words left unsaid.
The tears that I've cried. My eyes turning red.
You can hear it in my voice, you can see it on my face.
I'm swimming in a pool of lies, of a past I can't erase.
The memories will stay here, and never leave my side.
Nothing lasts forever. Everything has died.
There's a clan from Scotland called the Fraser's
In battle they were the erasers
Their enemies were rubbed out
Kilted and screaming they'd shout
If they did it today, they'd be tasered
On my first day
I met a new friend.
We had the same new sneakers
And sharpened pencils
And coloring books
And backpacks
And French braids
And rulers
And we smelled the same smells of our school.
My pencil eraser broke off and fell to the old wooden floor when I erased my drawing too hard
And she picked it up
And said, “I’ll never forget you.”
Mom, you were my eraser
For a long long time you see
For my life you were a pacer
You thought you protected me
But I couldn't learn mom
Not with you around
And I'm waiting for the day I'm gone
The church bells will continually sound
Because I couldn't control the sweeping away
The constant forgetting of what occurred
So stop erasing mom, today
Or this will be my final word
I don't want to forget it, not anymore
And I leave you with a choice
My life is the paper in which you tore
And my world was controlled by your voice
So stop erasing, remembering is good!
It's what makes us who we are
And if you continue you've taught me to,
Forget you in my life so far
please suspend me high
so i can see the New Smile
on New Earth Above....