Crayons Poems

A Box Of Crayons

When I'm dreaming, I sometimes fantasize
about opening a box of crayons.
As my subconscious scribbles sapphire skies,
coloring dreams in shades of gold and bronze.

Pastels and vivid pigments color thoughts,
using imagination as a brush.
And shades float like a flotilla of dots
inked in the brightest hues and faintest blush.

My inner child scribbles between the lines,
drawing pictures no one

Crayon Box Dreams

As a child, colors weave the way I dream,
Then what I feel and how I perceive.
My humming voice a dandelion stream.
Carnation pink, fairytales I used to believe.

As I grow my color palette shifts,
From rainbow of softness to only neutral gray.
I wear black heels, prepare neon gifts
For dinner parties I have to stay.

Sometimes I remember, how

Broken Crayons Still Color

Amidst shattered hues, they stay alive,
Broken crayons, yet they thrive.
Purple persists in its royal grace,
Pink too, in its delicate embrace.

Shorter, yes, and somewhat marred,
Yet each color, its essence unscarred.
A tapestry woven, albeit frail,
In their imperfection, they unveil.

Awkward they feel, in a trembling hand,
Difficult to sharpen, to understand.
Yet in their struggle, a lesson learned,
To cherish each

From Crayons To the Pen

Childhood comes to an end     when you go from crayons to the pen




*In this case, pen can mean writing utensil or penitentiary.

Broken Crayons Again

Scribble on the walls 
with chaotic lipstick,
or maybe tag 
with fine graffiti markers;

Make it nasty 
or keep it classy;
Pure untamed spirit 
with all of those wild colors;

It doesn’t need clarity 
just some sincerity 
to imprison an emotion 
in an artistic penitentiary;

Led by a compass 
back to where it all started;
Innocence and broken crayons
blend softly into

Pencils and Crayons

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

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*Webster: Inchmeal: gradual, or little

Crayons Revisited

There were only eight colors
in a flat box.
They were round
constantly rolling
challenging
our dexterity.
We colored
“inside” the lines
lest we be chastised.
When we dared
we mixed the colors
made rainbows
challenged the “status quo”,
ventured “outside”
the lines
searched
for the Leprechaun
and his pot-a-gold.

John G. Lawless
©8/20/2022

Crayons Revisited

We've been thinking how Crayolas come in a box
Because we hear they've been compared to a lummox
That's a funny thought, a mystery, and a flummox,
But we know red is the most used because it rocks!

Could be its gender-related that girls choose blue
Boys opt for black. Do they have a somber view?
Jenna always says, "Put it

Crayons Revisited

We've been thinking how Crayolas come in a box
Because we hear they've been compared to a lummox
That's a funny thought, a mystery, and a flummox,
But we know red is the most used because it rocks!

Could be its gender-related that girls choose blue
Boys opt for black. Do they have a somber view?
Jenna always says, "Put it

Crayons of a Rainbow

Crayons of a rainbow consists of spectrums of many unique colors of a rainbow also in human forms ever hanging similar as a traffic signal or a mounted clock upon a wall vastly changing as the seasons 366 days in a degrees.

Broken Crayons

All of these broken half eaten crayons 
walls decorated with mindless nibbles; 
Haul out the past of the remodeled house  
recall a time of free spirited scribbles;  

Trash,  treasure that was left to fade 
crash erased such carefree lines; 
Cash left a masterpiece in rubble 
flash forward nothing left that shines.

'broken Crayons'

Broken crayons in my bag
Still has a purpose 
It can add color to a dull day 
Words, you are afraid to say 
Can be shared without shame

These broken crayons still has its worth
Just like us as humans 
We might be a little broken and bruise 
But we are still important 
We still have a purpose

Vegan Crayons

Have you heard 
a carrot scream, 
when dragged outta earth?
Or the yell of green beans
peeled alive
severed cross-wise, sectioned?
Or the curdling 
yell of purple potatoes 
plonked alive in 
boiling water?
Or the plaintive cry of yellow corn
cobs stripped-searched, naked.
All to be less-wasteful,
and draw humanely, 
and guilt-free,
in noise-cancelling
headphones.

Black Crayons

grandson favors the black crayon
he always picks it first out of the lineup
even his rainbows have thick strips of black
to him black crayons matter.

Refrigerator Magnetism

crayons their paintbrush

child's refrigerator art-

future artist born

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