Chalks Poems - Poems about Chalks

... For my friend Patricia who followed her dream, and became the teacher she was meant to have been. * * * When I was a little girl, long ago Uncle John bought me a box of chalks A ......

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...When days of dreary tropes could feel no duller, and gray heavens escape my pencil’s reach, —oh misery!, it can’t be set to speech,— my crayon box dreams of unbridled color! When weeks waste pr......

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...she's a reprimand in sight british in american no flights the runaway holds the mold speaking of witches exploiting the no turnaround and shes her ugly misplace vowel in assem......

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...No days, such euphoric, as these! Flashbacks passing through me, while I pass through that street Wondering,to be scolded again, how it feels Either the same sentiment of rage or the memory that ......

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...Notwithstanding, stars must be tall To separate me from the waking-up of miles. They glint when there’s no more light at all— Drawing from my eyes; For on sky’s blackboard, A p..m. set of chalks,......

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...Today a simple blessing that comes from every artist who work with paints or pencils or chalks… Life is much more colorful when we use every crayon in the box......

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...In the club we rave chicks Munching on glow sticks, While sipping from a tub of acid, Sipping on tube shots until we rabid. After hours we doodle on the sidewalks With a pack of rainbow chalks......

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...A poetical and impressive woman, Jacquetta Hawkes her name and Dr Christine Finn delievers a message to share with us all, the true essence of timeless fame. There she stands, Jaquetta Hawkes and her......

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...cute color crayons chalks bought for children well spent canvas of rainbows 08 June 2021......

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...On reflection, I find myself within these walls for having played the game of mans false testimony, I chose to take the blame. I asked a great teacher, one of so many, to share with me their love, an......

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...Addicted to words, I take them on walks I play Scrabble, Dabble, and crossword puzzles too I spend hours with pen, paper, ink and chalks. Words on my sidewalk, written in the soul of my shoe. I......

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... In these a-dying days, people are given mo’ grief news Hope cost less than a jug bottle of dirt cheap booze While the crying game is being played over and over, time again hence ......

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...Addicted to words, I take them on walks I play Scrabble, Dabble, and crossword puzzles too I spend hours with pen, paper, ink and chalks. Words on my sidewalk, written in the soul of my shoe. I......

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...Bay Area Nigh December A tryst on a San Francisco trolley that exhibits penchant amidst a glance, for 'tis wintry time launch all, too jolly save two turtledoves, culled cooed romance ......

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...The Infant won’t paint, cried out the Father; he sensing an otherworldly genius in the toddler’s eyes. The painterly parent bought paper, acrylics, oils, brushes, chalks, and crayons… not e......

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