Short Crayon Poems

My crayon color is greenish plaid
Cause monochromatic is sad...

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The green of summer
replaced by a crayon box...
fall's coloring book....

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Light crayon sketches
Ink from lightly scratched etches…
No money fetches...

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Crayon              
Waxy fun
Soothing to some
Outside the lines in k
Scribble...

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tombstone with fresh sod
a young mother’s tears have stopped – 
           crayon picture taped

              ~20 Mar 2014~...

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grandson favors the black crayon
he always picks it first out of the lineup
even his rainbows have thick strips of black
to him black crayons matter....

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kisses form flowers
billow, filled in with color
a child’s crayon moves
so much like a seismograph
happiness upon the page
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Sidney Hall the mad poet
Thought he wrote poems but does not know it
It’s his imaginary friend Glen 
That writes his poem with a crayon nota pen


© 2000...

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Today a simple blessing that comes from every artist
who work with paints or pencils or chalks…

Life is much more colorful
when we use every crayon in the box...

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If Campfire Blue was a crayon,
i’d color the sky,
I’d color the water,
I’d color the blue things,
until the color was gone,
leaving scorch marks in my brain,
and on my heart....

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If I were to put crayon to page
Perhaps that crayon would be sage.
The same colour sage that my eyes see
In my mirror looking back at me.
If a crayon I would be,
I'd be deep sage ...like the sea....

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I've been writing now, fourscore years and ten
I started with a crayon, switch to pencil and then pen
And even though I'm older now, I still can make a bloop
Using my new keyboard to poop right in my soup...

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Red swing dance
Smooth, cold touch
Foggy white brain
Froggy right pain

Blind, tired heart
Filmy white eyes
Bad handwriting
Bland crayon fighting

Cold leather book
Warm red fire
Nice soft bed
Rest my head...

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faces tinted by 
          the canon of complexion…
             flesh colored crayons


Note – In the early 1960’s the flesh colored
Crayola Crayon was changed to pink beige
            due to “social concerns”....

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.He saw her
holding up a sign:
"Welcome Home Daddy", scrawled in
red crayon by a blue-eyed angel.
After months in the desert
this soldier found his
oasis.

Kim Merryman
Giveme A Sign contest by Nette Onclaud
5/16/15...

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I watched as his tiny hands held the crayon,
first time homework, and I wanted to help,
but I knew this was his challenge, not mine.
In time he would figure things out on his own,
and one day, he would be a daddy, with children
of his own....

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A weary soldier saw her,
a blue-eyed angel holding up a sign:
"WELCOME HOME DADDY",
large letters scrawled in red crayon.
After months in the desert,
this soldier had found his oasis.

1/22/22
for Line Gauthier's
Bite-sized #33 contest...

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With black broken crayon
vanishing myself in mirror;
but it denied and decided 
to divide into dozens.
Smithereens stare me
showing my sparse face.
But this time i accept it
As it is far more better
than a broken bosom.












August 3, 2020...

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If you can't figure out
What kind of day it is
Grab first a yellow crayon

The clouds are of course
Orange and blue
And the sky is dark

The world is all still
As long as you are
Coloring the paper

You are not sick
Your parents are alive
Life is a sweet lie...

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Yes, I miss the roosters, 
like Gabriel's Horn calling me home, 
Summer mornings 4:00; 
Crayon Chickens 
drawing everywhere there was dirt, 
cackling, quarreling, 
Cu-cu-ling those weird worrying uh-ohs 
when the hawks circled, 
Fleeing for the coops or the trees;...

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History written in pencil is easily erased,
but crayon is forever.    Emilie Autumn

THE MODEL

staged and statuesque 
the model upon his desk
he takes liberty
for granted, shoves her to side
she falls off with his pencil

2/12/2022...

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series haiku

crooked paper heart
fold is on the wrong side
the right side

gripping the crayon
YOU ARE THE BEST, he labors
tongue between his teeth
	
can't wait till Sunday
opening his backpack -
his heart is broken

Mom to the rescue
his hero saves the day
Elmer's glue and hugs...

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I am the stereotype of a middle-age lady with grey hair
Working as a preschool teacher

Wearing mumu dresses in bright  colors

A Sunday school teacher wanting to make it a full-time job

To whittle myself a new profession

I'm not the brightest crayon in the box
But, I know I can do it!...

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They took all my metal parts. 

Which they said were dangerous. 

And handed me a crayon. 

Convicts, get to work!

Write away your lives.  

And leave them here. 

So you will all be reformed!

They commanded. 

They demanded. 

Until we were trained. 

To act without urgency....

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The child has drawn a stick-figure. 
Primitive, it lacks a pulse. A child 
sees a hero beyond nerve and sinew, 
heart red as rhubarb. In buckskin 
fringes, gazing into a pool 
just struck by lightning. 
Three more strokes of crayon
create a stallion at full gallop, 
its hooves touching nothing but air....

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