Pencils Poems - Poems about Pencils

Epistle

Will pens
(I'd have to think
when last I dipped mine in ink)
and sad to say
pencils go
the dodo's way
become extinct or obsolete
(oh no)
to the average man in the street
as if it weren't for junk mail
no matter how large or small
never mind trees and ecology
wouldn't have no mail at all
when I was young still a nipper
a lot more

Colored pencils

drawing the new day
mixing the dark with the brights
sign your horizon

Pencils scribble

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 whispers bloom like dandelion pipes.
Chairs tilt back, imaginations take flight,
Through emerald jungles, bathed in sun's pure light.

Pencils scribble, tales unfurl,
Of talking beasts and dragons in a whirl.
Volcanoes erupt, castles

Pencils and Crayons

I drew stick figures
things were simple

in a pencil world
mistakes were erased
you could start over

but an inchmeal awareness nagged
- the sky isn’t gray, it’s a liquid blue

but crayons were complicated
you couldn’t erase things
mistakes were irrevocable.

and there were 148 colors in the big box
keeping them in rainbow order was work.

growing up is hard

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*Webster: Inchmeal: gradual, or little

School Things--Nursery Rhyme

I love my school things:

Crayons, ruler, and pad paper, 
Glue, sharpener, and eraser;
Pens and pencils in a tin box 
That need not close with any locks. 

Some pocket money makes me smile--
To buy a gum to share with Kyle.
Notebooks with pictures on the cover 
Of my idols--like Justin Bieber!

Oh, wait, there’s one thing I forgot--
The

No Wait In Vain : Poets Meet

 
No Wait in Vain : Poets Meet


For decades I waited 
and you did not come 
to listen to my rude insertion 
finger a sound at back of my throat
and the vibration of my name

For decades I wanted to meet
a small mountain as I read her 
plain words in innocence
a bell in her Heart rang

Pencils

Broken, dull pencils still so useful
In drawing something beautiful.

Religion and Defense

religion is the greatest marketer

of the industrial defense engine;

all believers are enemies of each other

and that makes for a great god of death

and astronomical gains in revenue

:: 03-16-2015 ::

Pencils

I get a little look from the guy sitting beside me.
I find I’m tapping my pencil to the cadence of the rain
I give a little “sorry” head nod and he goes back to work.

Hhmm.. I’ve chewed up my pencil again. 
It looks wood chopped or shark mauled.
Maybe I should quit university and invent flavored #2

Erasers and Pencils

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

Five Red Pencils

Five red pencils,
Fighing in the class.
First one said,
I am bigger than you are.
The second one said,
I am the strongest.
The third one screamed,
I write so well.
The fourth one interrupted,
Excuse me guys, I look so well.
The fifth one alerted,
Keep quiet, teacher is on the way.


Date of submission: 21/05/2021

Pencils Pens Paper

These are wha\t you need
In order to begin to write
A dictionary and on rhymes
Then a thesaurus is needed
All these items to write poetry


Then your computer is next
To be able to type your poetry
Then to send your poetry
On the area to be submitted
Then to be commented by poets

Pencils, Pens, Crayons, and Markers

Pencils, pens, crayons, and markers
Makes me
An artist of the highest degree.
I can make the neatest tree
With a bird family using it as a new addressee.  
 It will have all sorts of flowers around it with
A hungry bee.
While I am still sitting on my knees
I can make a zoo in which I have the

I Still Write With Pencils

I still write with pencils-- 
and have learned not to erase; just to lightly cross-out, 
saving my edits for another frame of mind. 
Life is not only forward but sometimes back...
like old friends and people who helped me 
to the next rung on my ladder. 
My first love.

We Are Pregnant Pencils

We are nothing but pencils without eraser,
 And life a big book, not made up of papers.
 Our footprint on life is our sorry or success story,
 How we walk determines our gloom or glory.
 
We are pencils meant to draw lines and links
 With either an invisible or indellible ink.
 Our blueprints are in

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