Marker Poems - Poems about Marker

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...

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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 ...

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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)...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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

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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....

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

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