Best Sketch Pad Poems

Poetry is a sketch pad,
You can write what you feel or see,
You can pen about a single flower,
Or maybe about your pajamas that are comfy.

My...

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Golden dewdrop spread on gray window sill,
warm rays from the summer sunburst at will,
sprightly cheep from high flier mourning bird,
pulsating heart aroused by what I
heard

Gorgeous...

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I am Charlie
Je suis Charlie


I laugh at myself
I laugh at the world
I mock you with love
I love to contemplate
I love for humanity to think
There are...

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The past scampers out of view. 
Like the paw prints of a cat running to the bush.
The wheel of time follows no straight line.
As we...

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i dreamt
i moved into a apartment
with an old brick wall
and its decaying face
the old light hanging from a thread
swings on the open breeze
from the window
time...

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Greasy film,
touch like silk,
glides across my sketch pad,
before it's time to have a nap,
bright, bright pastels,
etched across my nostrils,
in such fluorescent colours,
I can do no...

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Warm nights I sit drawing innuendo,
kicking my feet I hold a white sketch pad;
How in the world are you oblivious
to the soft strokes I indulge...

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Looking around,
trying to find something of interest.
The clock on the wall, mocks me,
"Tick, tock, tick, tock, tick, tock,
find something to do"
I'm trying!

No one has replied...

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In 1958 we saw the end of an era.
Mused the Curtiss Wright scholar.
he told a crowd of people
that an America that didn't
trust in the newness...

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Once upon a time
there was a prince
his name was Aaron

most of all
he loved to draw
he’d get his ideas
from both day and 
and night dreams
as well...

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My sketch pad poetry describes today a hidden gem tucked away,
Entangled vines twisted throughout,
Broken tree limbs and shattered windows scattered about,
Where woodland animals now seek...

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Before bed,
she breaks each charcoal pencil tip to different lengths
and sketches a roving wonder drenched in grey
Ferns in spirals and curling such 
become a bloom...

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Sketch pad
Curious lad
Words taste bad


Mind map
Siesta nap
Step by step


Word wit
In odd fit
Strange fine bits


Notes rhyme
In word mime
Strange new chimes


Quotes ply
A fond try
By and by


Lush lines
Salty...

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Darkness, shadows, raining, storming.

I liked to pretend I perfectly crafted these bleak, tired ideas.

When I was a stupid kid.

As if no one has ever drawn...

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