Marker Poems - Poems about Marker

Blue Marker Castles

I’ve always had the sneaking suspicion I’d never grow old.
I mean, when I was younger, I scribbled plans in a notebook.
Drew clumsy castles with blue marker and proclaimed loudly 
that I’d own one one day.
But when you’re a kid, “old”’s just around your twenties,
miles away from that wooden gym floor and your friends
sitting criss-cross applesauce

Permanent Marker

Thoughts they flow so easily
I need a pen to keep on me
No paper? No problem, I have an arm
To write things on, these words of charm
And when I transfer them to here
Then all who read will know you're dear
But if I get a new tattoo
Wherever it is I'll just show you

A Marker Abandoned

A final remembrance,
stuck in the ground
an unspoken milepost,
lost to be found

Standing defiant,
with time as the judge
a marker abandoned
—memory begrudged

(Dreamsleep: January, 2020)

The First Mile Marker

As I approach the first mile marker I realize I am still glorying
in the cheers and hoots of my family; the proverbial die is cast.
 a weird smile on my face, I have never seen 
so many long legs as they dart past.

Some of their bottoms are so exercise- lean that they barely bounce at

White Marker

You see thousands
I see one
flowers adorn
fields of memories
my love died
I am not sure his intent
not at all
he was a good man
he was mine
until war stole him
he gave his life
I gave my heart
year after year
I yearn for only him
and cry
for all of you

I shall never forget

The Roadside Marker

Plastic flowers bend in the breeze
Photos of a young face placed to grieve
A cross or marker planted near
A place of death remembering a loved one so dear

Was it a drunk or speedster then
That brought about an untimely end
For an empty place at a family table no longer taken
Marks the last place of a person’s death

A Marker Left

Sign of what once may be left
Breath taken deeply denial of death

Presence of grace to have a place to hide
As family leaves fall temperatures will rise

Accepting the passing of a goodbye
For moments of inscription 
Left for grieving eyes

Stone slate curved shape
Squared surface engraved face
Measuring space words at a limit

Who? When? Memories of them
Beginning and an

Permanent Marker

Warm water
Swallow me whole 
Up to my neck 
Slide over my lips
And puddle into my ears 
Close my eyes
The water climbs up to my brow
Pull the plug
The heat recedes 
Watch the bubbles sucked down 
The drain hole 
The water streams 
My body steams
I'm still not clean

A Marker

A sign of what once may be left
Within the hedge line written
Through the dark feeling of weight lifted
A presence of grace to have a place to hide
In stone carved out many names to find
The times of sorrow drifting over veins
As leaves do fall and temperatures will rise
Growth that flourishes may not wither nor die
Time accepting

Marble Marker

MARBLE MARKER



There was a white Marble marker at the head of his grave
Here lies an honorable man, just started to shave
He died for his country, so Ol glory can wave
The kids don't understand, she cries every night
Why did our daddy, have to die in a fight
She was his first girlfriend , gave him his very

Trail Marker

barn swallows return
from seasons I've never known
to bring me new wings  -
my eyes scan the old dirt road
searching for a summer lost 




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Shell Marker

solitude and celestial light
reflections of most recent strife
I bury in sand with a shell marker
leave it there in shallow, salty water

Civil War Marker: Vanderbilt Campus

History’s unpopular these days,
No one cares where Blues shot Greys,
Or where the tons of cannonballs were kept.
Union marker stands aloof, alone,
Monument of bronze and chisled stone,
And students giggle where the Northern troops once swept.

Marker

Bright and messy
Colors, inks, and draws
Smooth, fun, easy, and silky
Crayola

Marker?

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remember,america has never had a black president and until this is fullfilled,we will never prove we are not racist

places will scream if we go with o'cain,eer,i mean,mr.mccain and the lovely vain wife of his.has she ever been proud of america?

dont believe me?lets look at truth.the youth

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