Erasers Poems - Poems about Erasers

...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...

...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...

...If you've a mistake once you've clicked you're licked... 'Smart pencils' have erasers......Read the rest...

...crack of thunder beach clashing of hot and cold fronts clapping erasers splashing of dust molecules summer school is in session......Read the rest...

...Onerous task confronted teachers and parents As prospective students ably ready themselves to matriculate and/or first set little feet inside halls of learning, I rebroadcast a poem crafted ......Read the rest...

...When my granddaughter Molly was nine, we knew she was an artist. I bought her paints, canvases, inks, watercolors, pencils and erasers. I used to sit and watch her, and talk to her while she was cr......Read the rest...

...ALUMINUM SIDING my heart is buried behind the aluminum siding, trapped inside that bubbly feeling i’d get when your arms would graze my waist, in the late night bus rides when the light slipping......Read the rest...

...Based on observable And well-documented evidence, War is nothing but the deliberate And systematic erasure of human life, With the purpose of achieving Some political goal. In quantifying the......Read the rest...

...erasers are nice but we learn from our mistakes so why erase them why not cross it out jot down another sentence and make it complete......Read the rest...

...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......Read the rest...

...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 ......Read the rest...

...A poet who was famous for his love poems was approached by a young boy who shyly bowed his head… “I want to write a love poem…can you teach me how?” He said. The old poet smiled. “So you have c......Read the rest...

...and still she remembers that first sigh - exhaling after breathing him in, the intoxicating him beside her, arms touching, dust dancing in the air from his skin to hers. The streets they walked......Read the rest...

...LIFE’S WARRIORS God has a place for life’s warriors, who are down on their knees Who have as spent their lives sorting out others pretty pleases No, it’s not heaven that only comes after you ......Read the rest...

...BLUE LAKE droplets rained into the blue lake of his face. dust might fly from erasers, no— they’re trapped in a purple jar. even if released, they cannot capture her personality traits. dry......Read the rest...