Penmanship Poems - Poems about Penmanship

... When I was in kindergarten. I learned to write. Between snack time and recess. We had sharp pencils. We weren’t trusted with pens and their ink. We learned about letters. We learn......Read the rest...

...The moonlight bathed her cell in pallid light while she sat hunched over her desk, clutching her pen between her confound fingertips. As she bled ink of symphonic symphonies yearning to break free, d......Read the rest...

...From Holly Dear Oliver, how long has it been? Sixty plus years have grown between us. We were seven or was it eight years old but we were madly in love—remember? I would wear my hair o......Read the rest...

...curlicues perhaps the Catholic nun wouldn’t let me engage in penmanship shape “shape up, sit straight!!” yet the ancients would whirligig with their featherings fill up the ......Read the rest...

...May all the sonnets in the world compiled in beauty lend themselves to your sweet eyes of gold may every line of of penmanship speak to you of me showing you that ardor, still untold and when ......Read the rest...

...I recognized the hand immediately Daddy never used cursive He dropped out of school in eighth grade. He always printed. Maybe he forgot cursive? His blocky dark blue letters were put painstaking......Read the rest...

...Schuylkill Valley Encampment, February, 1778 Dearest Beloved, This letter, penned with nature still enwrapped in winter’s shawl, Might reach your hands by April, should it reach your hands at ......Read the rest...

... Writing with peace about the Avenger She assembled words of worship Simplicity filled her pages Writing with perseverance for the Builder She bumbled with joyful jubilance With truth, sh......Read the rest...

...Tonight I thought of you from a sight I saw The 9 years of things from you, that saved my life In ways no-one knows, hours it would take to tell The things I learned from you spread a million mile......Read the rest...

...What a smart crow! Patty, the new girl said. She was being flirtatious with Johnny, my owner. You can do better, I told him. He is a great guy, but he does not speak crow. And he does not have te......Read the rest...

...Who sees the colors of our world Savory Bravery Charted Hearted Please understand Firsthand Many receive it She had the courage to giveth Trusting birds came to her door Tap, tap, tapping t......Read the rest...

...Colors do swirl Savory Bravery Charted Hearted The one who held out her hand While others did not understand Act of kindness Many received and witnessed My Lord does giveth Power of forgive......Read the rest...

...It was my first day back at work…I was behind the counter in the store…when a woman pushing her baby in a stroller walked in through our front door. I greeted them as I always do…Mom nodded when I......Read the rest...

...AND SHE BEGAN TO WRITE... Let me tell you a story Of how a girl began to write ~ She loved her third grade teacher - Soft, kind, thoughtful - a shining light; She had ano......Read the rest...

...I was sleeping and right in the middle of a good dream Like all at once I wake up from something that keeps knocking at my brain Before I go insane I hold my pillow to my head And spring up in my ......Read the rest...