Chalk Poems - Poems about Chalk

The blackboards loom, a silent witness to that day— I glimpsed her, and my chest tightened. Only god noticed how I held my breath. Chalk-scented classrooms, her pen tapping desk, My eyes fixed on textbooks, pretending indifference. Unknowingly, how aware I was of her every move. Lunch breaks, I'd watch her from across the room, Her laughter carried on the breeze, a...

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Children cherish a summer rain it turns them into unchained frogs hopping around the gushing drains splashing about mud puddle bliss catching those silver manna drops with pinkish frog tongue flicks. The chalk people, in meltdown mode bark out from plastic abodes warning of killer lightning flashes thunderous bolts and lion slashes. The chalk people strip the hoppers of their short lived, muddy happiness. Scolding...

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Amidst the chaos of chalk and dreams deferred, We ask ourselves, where can we find the spark In this labyrinth of rote and rigid words? The burden we bear, a future stark We've trudged through dusty classrooms, yearning For wisdom beyond the printed page We've learned that silence isn't always learning And the norms of what education should be Aren't always nurturing or...

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oblivion is nothing new ~ i’ve been there once and will go back too i awoke crying as sensations grew ~ til death rubbed out all i knew god only knows who’s really who ~ i’m bamboozled a sign could do blackboard equations esoteric and true ~ chalk dust for...

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I am a tempest of words, aching to burst forth. (Years of structured lessons simmer beneath my skin.) The most important thing is that I'm drowning in metaphors. Being a poet shapes reality, and twists what you are and what you're destined to become. (When I hear myself, my meter-perfect cadence in casual speech, I think, Good Lord,...

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Two wonders, born into our lives twelve and ten years ago. A girl and a boy, my grandchildren, in the little house in Haw Creek, I held them less than a year old as they slept on my chest, as I walked them up and down the creaking wooden floor hallway. Soft lullabies, baby board books, spontaneous laughter so endearing. Their drawings in chalk on concrete, playing in...

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Imagine if you would, a comedic TV show. Funny most evenings and has a nice flow. The guy who works for Police homicide the one who dose the chalk outline. A psychic friend of mine, who's always on time, He's a real psychic He actually tells people when not to show up for work, or when they should or shouldn't drive. He's trying to save lives. Working alone and telling people...

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Chalk was bold, pale skinned, and big boned. A soft souled, porous, sedentary teen. Bulky, he made a big initial impression, but seemed to lack in true substance. And thus, was a temporary friend, often relied on to help others with work, but then discarded without a second thought. Good thing Chalk brushed off comments with ease. Cheese was very much an acquired...

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A shudder, a tremble, hearing a screech. Was it that chalk again - on that board or this wall? We tend to hear things at the strangest of times: midnight, noon, three-seventeen. But seven minutes to ten? Hmm. That's an odd time. It may come again tomorrow. But what is weird is that it will come yesterday. Yet I knew nothing of that till today. We have the...

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She squats and points, her little face is all aglow. Her smile is wide She’s grinning ear to ear, you know. She’s very pleased at the discovery she’s made. The little frog is sitting frozen in the shade. He knows that she is his protector and his queen, but he’s not sure now that I’m also on the scene. When did you know, I ask of her, that...

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Your voice is Like nails on chalk board. It makes me want to Cut my ears out so I no longer can hear. Anything you say Any more. Your eyes pierce my soul. Looking at me Hating who I am. Hating who I be become. Judging everyone Around you Who isn't like you Who don't believe in What you believe...

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One that won’t my sandals sag Nor my garments shrinks: My journeys unduly drag Nor on me impress that I ‘d soon sink! A path that shouldn’t me repaint As though an Art Work now faint … And commonsense warns me, also you; One that is like a gospel true Not a highway but still gets through All these, please mark with chalk About the...

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Don't fear the blue man group they're far less dangerous than we are to ourselves.. but do beware of carnivorous teachers those harmless looking wire rimmed blackboard preachers wielding pieces of chalk on the tips of 38 caliber tongues.. turning classrooms into cancer cells teaching the innocent that its all about color of skin and not character after all- despite the truly oppressed coming...

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Chalk and Cheese When you say no, I say yes When you say skirt, I say dress When you say lie, I don’t confess When you say more, I say less When I say argue you just agree When I say bush, you say tree When I say expensive, you say free I hate the way you undermine me When I give up, you...

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Pull out the latch keys kids; Flashlight tag and blanket forts; You already know, safety scissors don’t really cut; Time to break out dodgeballs! Let’s rock those slick shoes, invent things like Data did; I can still see sidewalk chalk, images drawn with innocent eyes; There are still so many ideas waiting to be finessed; Get through that channel 3 static...

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