Best Pencils Poems
No Wait in Vain : Poets Meet
For decades I waited
and you did not come
to listen to my rude insertion
finger a sound at back of my throat
and the vibration of my name
For decades I wanted to meet
a small mountain as I read her
plain words in innocence
a bell in her Heart rang deep
with children running sweet
For decades I longed to touch
a struggling mottled moth
as he ached for new wings
smooth ebony cheeks
passionate with letters of adoration
For decades I watched for
a painter to mirror my songs
uncover a talkative witch who
still trampled from place to place
broken shoes echoing my silent breath
For decades I wanted a smooth ride
where conversation was free of tasks
words on both seats of equal length
with ripe apricots for the scoffing
almond chocolates wrapped in red
So I upped my thumb to a veteran one
who read from his leathered collection
notepads and pencils strewn about
space in warehouse oozed slivered glee
No wait in vain !
. Along the roadside
leaves scatter from the gust of
a bright yellow bus
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Submitted for "Images of Fall" contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand
Pencils, pens, crayons, and markers
Makes me
An artist of the highest degree.
I can make the neatest tree
With a bird family using it as a new addressee.
It will have all sorts of flowers around it with
A hungry bee.
While I am still sitting on my knees
I can make a zoo in which I have the only key.
These animals are the likes of which no one
Will ever see.
My mom is laughing with glee
As she relaxes with her cup of tea.
She says " Come here my favorite artist who is
Only three
Sit next to me as we go on your zoo journey."
My mom had set my heart free
Now I was filled with lots of creativity.
Colored pencils in an artist’s even hand
sketch rolling fields of wavy grass
sprouting from the barren plain
of barren pages.
Now she reaches for Burnt Sienna.
Outspoken colored pencils
Drawing some beautiful eyes
On a soft spoken woman
Bringing much delight
Russell Sivey
I love my school things:
Crayons, ruler, and pad paper,
Glue, sharpener, and eraser;
Pens and pencils in a tin box
That need not close with any locks.
Some pocket money makes me smile--
To buy a gum to share with Kyle.
Notebooks with pictures on the cover
Of my idols--like Justin Bieber!
Oh, wait, there’s one thing I forgot--
The lunchbox which Mom newly bought.
And where to place all of this stuff?
In my school bag, there’s space enough!
March 26, 2023
Among 1st Place
Children Sing to Rhyme Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Eve Roper
These are wha\t you need
In order to begin to write
A dictionary and on rhymes
Then a thesaurus is needed
All these items to write poetry
Then your computer is next
To be able to type your poetry
Then to send your poetry
On the area to be submitted
Then to be commented by poets
Five red pencils,
Fighing in the class.
First one said,
I am bigger than you are.
The second one said,
I am the strongest.
The third one screamed,
I write so well.
The fourth one interrupted,
Excuse me guys, I look so well.
The fifth one alerted,
Keep quiet, teacher is on the way.
Date of submission: 21/05/2021
I fell for a girl who has no clue that I exist
some say that love is blind, some say It doesn’t mean ****
I say that’s just the excuse that we use when cupid missed
but if he is blind then who put him in charge of this
roller coaster ride to life that seems to have no height requirements
And I’ll admit that my behavior may have been less then cooperative
but some times I feel like it could have went better
I mean we kind of went together
better then cold weather and cozy sweaters
but some how we ended up no where near each other
I guess that’s what happens when passion cracks under pressure
attending the school of hard knocks but never learned a lesson
assigned me davy jones’s locker so it feels like I might be here forever
so I’m thinking of dropping out soon
because there’s no point to school without you
I’m acting like this because I don’t have a clue what to do
I guess sometimes we all play the fool
but if I know my role and never miss a que
I can understudy and make history
by getting back to you.
Cave
paintings,
graffiti
or catherdral;
wall
art
tells it
as it is-
echoes of our
mind
We are nothing but pencils without eraser,
And life a big book, not made up of papers.
Our footprint on life is our sorry or success story,
How we walk determines our gloom or glory.
We are pencils meant to draw lines and links
With either an invisible or indellible ink.
Our blueprints are in three stages and structures:
Our past pages, present prints and future features.
Our past pages cannot be completely erased,
Trying to re-write on them makes them defaced.
My friend, close that chapter and write a new one;
Each new day presents a new page to write on.
Our present prints are presented in timely chances…
How we chose to embrace cheers and challenges,
Taming tears, tending our tender treasures;
Each day is a brick or broom to our future.
The future’s features are loads of incredible art,
You can only view them when we open our heart:
Your dreams present platform to play your part.
Dream big with the little you have and dare to start.
We are priceless pencils and life is our paper;
What we write makes our lives bitter or better.
Refusal to write does not make the world stagnant;
It only makes a man’s page dormant though pregnant.
We are nothing but pregnant pencils without erasers,
Impregnated by places, people and… higher powers,
Yet what we write carries our copyright,
We cannot erase, so write to your delight.
Copyright (c) 2012 by Adeleke Adeite.
We are nothing but pencils without eraser,
And life a big book, not made up of papers.
Our footprint on life is our sorry or success story,
How we walk determines our gloom or glory.
We are pencils meant to draw lines and links
With either an invisible or indellible ink.
Our blueprints are in three stages and structures:
Our past pages, present prints and future features.
Our past pages cannot be completely erased,
Trying to re-write on them makes them defaced.
My friend, close that chapter and write a new one;
Each new day presents a new page to write on.
Our present prints are presented in timely chances…
How we chose to embrace cheers and challenges,
Taming tears, tending our tender treasures;
Each day is a brick or broom to our future.
The future’s features are loads of incredible art,
You can only view them when we open our heart:
Your dreams present platform to play your part.
Dream big with the little you have and dare to start.
We are priceless pencils and life is our paper;
What we write makes our lives bitter or better.
Refusal to write does not make the world stagnant;
It only makes a man’s page dormant though pregnant.
We are nothing but pregnant pencils without erasers,
Impregnated by places, people and… higher powers,
Yet what we write carries our copyright,
We cannot erase, so write to your delight.
Copyright (c) 2012 by Adeleke Adeite.
I drew stick figures
things were simple
in a pencil world
mistakes were erased
you could start over
but an inchmeal awareness nagged
- the sky isn’t gray, it’s a liquid blue
but crayons were complicated
you couldn’t erase things
mistakes were irrevocable.
and there were 148 colors in the big box
keeping them in rainbow order was work.
growing up is hard
.
.
*Webster: Inchmeal: gradual, or little by little*
Written within my history,
By pen, pencil, or quill,
The pages are no mystery
Some yet to be written still
From my many dawn breaks
Blank pages becoming too few
Fond memories and heartaches
Waiting to be written anew
My past, already written
But, then I met you
At first glance, I was smitten
Imagining futures new
Your smile is like an eraser
My sadness and pain removed
Your arms within, I feel safer
Embraced, nothing to be proved
religion is the greatest marketer
of the industrial defense engine;
all believers are enemies of each other
and that makes for a great god of death
and astronomical gains in revenue
:: 03-16-2015 ::