Best Handwriting Poems

The Handwriting of the Marionette
David J Walker

The confessional was 
Paper-thin cursive in ink
A life of sin laid out in as few lines
As were memorable in a
Second person narrative 

The ventriloquist's voice opened 
The service with a far-off prayer
In another language of tongues
Which only the faithful...

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Old country house rich colored rugs hot wind
Gallopping hair whipped wildly at his cheeks
Solid double doors  top of stairway  top coat
Mantlepiece  photographs  in ornate frames 
Small  white  dog  head  between  its  paws
China  tea perfect...

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I'm
learning
to take notes
from right to left.
Kind of quirky, huh?
I wanted to find out
why some people find it hard
to conquer cursive handwriting.
And how to make it much easier 
by starting all over again myself.

Concentrating on letter formations,
I practice by taking notes at church
and I am getting...

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The Peterson Directed Handwriting System...

Tis beyond the depth and scope
of this electronic post,
and author, what triggers deliverance
housing bounty full memory absorbance,
yet no matter how many

heat sinks plumb cognizance,
most ordinary happenstance
often dredge up old nettlesome
rusty mettlesome names 
of teachers forbearance

nearly half century ago
recalled in a flash,
and...

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As The Note-Taking Girl scribbles
And absentmindedly quibbles 
Her fingers are animated wriggles
Churning out eccentric squiggles:
Letters of Ever Clumsy Angles,
One like a creeper that tangles,
As many like threads in singles, 
Wherefore her teacher openly wrangles 
And after explosion stiffly dangles
Before her the option of A Street...

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How Has My Handwriting 

How Has My Handwriting looked to you?
Does it try to say that my love is true?
And how much you have meant to me
Pretty scenery which I want to see.

My love for you is like a little boy
Finding much joy in his...

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All my letters
are deformed,
beyond a cure.

Contest judges
trample over my
clumsy curvy lines.
Voice of my bruised
verse is not heard. 

Sentences zigzag
with slow-moving
fingers. Unanswered
questions become
coffin-bearers.

Ambition is lost
in the cloudy 
chirography.
Black box sounds
my broken dreams.

First appeared in The Literary Hatchet...

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Malformed loops and curls
followed my unsteady pen,
as I wrote homework 
and answers in examination booklets.

With difficulty, one might
navigate where occasional legible
words formed stepping-stones
across my rivers of confusion.

Creating whirls with flare
remained a dream
in my spastic world
of uncertainty.

Jabs and lurches,
scratches and corrections
desecrated traditional
tools of writing.

I lived with...

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Handwriting

I was sent a book used when I went to catering
college 60 years ago, I had signed it on a page inside.
What was remarkable was my handwriting 
which was a little shaky and insecure like a person 
who yet to come to grips with life...

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God's handwriting is shown in the beauty of nature...

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