Best Lead Pencil Poems

From stone to

bone- hieroglyphs

to alphabets

Images and letters

from tablets to the

printing press

From skin to leaves

Stamps- Seals and indigo

Lead pencil ink or charcoal

I am a scribe -I...

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a lead pencil, blunt
and flaking, in a sketch book;
grey faces peer back...

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Sexual Employee

It clocked in at 7:02 am
No orifice in sight
Placed the time card in a slot
Made its way to a metallic table
Blank white paper on...

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When I jot down the words that I
Have forming in my head,
The only tool required is
A pencil filled with lead.

A pen won’t do the trick...

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for the heard for the hurdle of a mile turn ace of hold match for the dagger
wind wet back this topic is a hot one...

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Photostory 2

Inquisitive in nature born
But lacking tools to fuel his thoughts
His family did not share his gifts
Just toiling hard and to exist

Hs ebon hair and...

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I am sitting at my desk attempting at some prose
But nothing seems to come to me nothing to compose
My minds a canvas blank not two...

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Naked, no clothes, no nothing at all, 
Nothing to cover her thoughts,
Nothing to hide her inner ideals, 
When her mind strolls those innermost walks,

And her...

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Just cause,
Just because it only seems that way
Doesn’t make it so?

It only seems yet that way it seems;
That a firefly is not a fly-it’s a...

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Tumbleweeds that weigh one thousand pounds
Roll easier off the tongue than off the cliff
Reach high to find what's up with iron
Then leave the plains behind
Venture...

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remember the simple poem
you wrote as a young kid
in the second grade for 
assignment one cold February week
for the upcoming Valentine's Day
on wide-ruled yellow paper
with...

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Numb to sun's torture, scathed terrain
      Syphons cynic's air, ribs poised 
      Statuesque breath stoic...

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My First Computer
By: Tom Wright
11-7-2019

My first home computer,
Was a number two lead pencil.
It’s only function,
Was as a writing utensil.

It could refresh, or delete,
and would even...

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Pre Computer Age
By: Miracle Man
December 30, 2021

Coffee stains on unlined paper;
a number two lead pencil,
erasure mostly gone.

Thoughts that appeared as vapor;
I desired to be prehensile,
each...

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