Pencils Poems - Poems about Pencils

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...

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

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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...

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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 . . *Webster: Inchmeal: gradual, or little...

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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...

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For decades I waited and you did not come to listen to my rude insertion finger a sound at the 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 bells in her Heart rang deep with children running sweet For decades I...

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

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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 ::...

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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...

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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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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...

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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...

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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...

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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....

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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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