Erasers Poems - Poems about Erasers

Erasers It’s not wonderful how loud my erasers snore in the sunlight! ...

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Tapping my pencil on the desk. What will I write about? Chewing the eraser - Now I have to stick to the subject! I worry - Is the lead too long? Will it break? What if I make a mistake? I have to be cautious and aware of each flub. As the lead slacks I must be ready to end. But what if I have more to tell? I...

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Written within my history, By pen, pencil, or quill, The pages are no mystery Some yet to be written still From my many dawn breaks Blank pages becoming too few Fond memories and heartaches Waiting to be written anew My past, already written But, then I met you At first glance, I was smitten Imagining futures new Your smile is like an eraser My sadness and pain removed Your...

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I have a friend so dear though clever she's not clear to life and these things her phone constantly rings but to answer it is she don't when to be somewhere she won't if so she's surely late even for a date she has no sense of time that doesn't seem to chime I always behold the watch I'm dependable don't botch I ask myself this though is...

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Soft Pink Erasers A person breathes into the world undressed pink The lovely pink joy drinks from a nipple that’s pink An alluring pleasing color that makes one wink Pink is the color of the tears running on cheeks. Pink is the color of girl who wins the heart of a man And the pink is the color of the heart...

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We are nothing but pencils In the hand of times and seasons, Our past and present are stencils; Rough or smooth… for whatever reasons. For our past errors we seek erasers, Their horrors may haunt our history, In black and white… in pure or poor papers, We often want to write a new and straight story. Our erasers may be right attitude…repentance Because our...

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. Empty souls enter the room Rush to the waiting desks Answer questions from rote Spirit filling is left (out in street) Erasers no longer in the room Removed just like prayer____ (Most schools no longer have chalk boards and erasers but have electronic equipment)...

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Amongst our sturdy bricks that we carry as shell, Our Infinity bows to a death we sooth well, Like a needle in a car-wrech with an idiot in the hay, Toe to heal, we're treading, dancing in the grey. Polarized, I say, mocks eternity of your name, Love and hate, beside, apart but the same, Future, past and a cut to...

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I thought it was punishment and a job so un-cool To have to clean erasers in the back of the school Until I found out that it was a job meant for two And the other eraser clapper was gonna be you. I watched you take an eraser in your left hand and your right Then clap them together with...

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