Desks Poems - Poems about Desks

...I stand with a treasure map, no X to mark the spot. A scattering of clues, roadmaps of endless dots. Your name is on an envelope, surely that’s proof enough? But it’s faded, invisible ink, a......Read the rest...

...We are going to dig to bury our dead: Mother, father, sisters and brothers, Uncles, aunts, friends and strangers. We are going to inter our dead: Archbishop, pastors, Houngans and vicars. The ......Read the rest...

...With gentle words and steady hands her work is filled with love She meets the tasks her role commands then soars so far above With rows of little desks and seats and number charts displayed E......Read the rest...

...The school bell's chorus wakes a drowsy room, Sunlight spills, a golden, dusty plume. Desks, once dormant, morph to galleons grand, Ready to set sail to each uncharted land. Chalk, a spectral h......Read the rest...

...Observe: It’s snowing to the rhythm of love songs, To “I love you” and other such things. The girls I call friends are shouting their merry, But I worry as snow angels sing. Consider: I m......Read the rest...

...In school, we practiced what to do In case there was a fire. We’d quickly exit, silently, As teachers would require. But there were also shelter drills, (I’m talking decades back) Where we wo......Read the rest...

...Lockers slam, a metal roar, Then quiet falls, books hit the floor. No tests today, no homework sighs, Just whispering leaves and butterfly skies. Sunlight paints the desks with stripes, As whi......Read the rest...

...In crowded halls, ivy clad, walk the sleepless zombies - the walking dead. They’ve come to grapple, the chosen few, in trials by pen and pencil too. Long ago we quietly agreed to trade studies an......Read the rest...

...Nothings new, I wake up, same hour, Greet the mirror, same reflection, no power. Off to school, same tiredness, all days, Routine repeats, in a monotonous maze. Nothings new, as the sun rises h......Read the rest...

...All of me is open for review every moment spent in time with you, the wakening with the rise of the sun washing, dressing, breakfast on the run, warmly heated cars rushing off driving along t......Read the rest...

...Alexander Kielland a Norwegian writer regarded as a fine author, if not the top drawer, but somewhere in the middle, one does not need to stretch up or bend low to read his work. I read his book......Read the rest...

...the life of a nearby poet was almost lost in translation had it not been for a probability of emoji ridden skirmish in a late bank holiday spring. no-one could imagine, upon crumbling desks and ......Read the rest...

...Soft heart shaped face, Piercing eyes speckled head, Running out of control, Pacing ahead. Straight backed chairs, Hard wooden desks, Permanently inked on my heart, Their looks have s......Read the rest...

...Everywhere, clusters of clowns gathering about. Plotting behind painted smiles Dancing to the quickening of our demise. They gather upon star spangled hill. Behind giant mahogany desks. Shar......Read the rest...

...in the fifties, back in my school days, we hid under desks anticipating the nuclear bomb we thought Russians were sending not all of our body fit under there, but we still had to do it Because if ......Read the rest...