Sketch Pad Poems - Poems about Sketch Pad

...I would be wearing a backpack and puppies would be hanging out of it. Their tongues would be hanging out too, and they would be smiling. Eight, nine, ten, eleven puppies. Because you cannot have to......

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...Garage door opener Ice cream carton Pencil, erasers, pencil sharpener Magazines Tv remote Gummie pills Magic markers Towel Black sock Gray sandal Sketch pad Twinkie wrapper Snickers bar ......

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...Golden dewdrop spread on gray window sill, warm rays from the summer sunburst at will, sprightly cheep from high flier mourning bird, pulsating heart aroused by what I heard Gorgeous is an adj......

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...Darkness, shadows, raining, storming. I liked to pretend I perfectly crafted these bleak, tired ideas. When I was a stupid kid. As if no one has ever drawn a picture in pencil, so that there......

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...Warm nights I sit drawing innuendo, kicking my feet I hold a white sketch pad; How in the world are you oblivious to the soft strokes I indulge with my pen? Look at my hands realize how they fl......

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...In 1958 we saw the end of an era. Mused the Curtiss Wright scholar. he told a crowd of people that an America that didn't trust in the newness of creativity would see a day were only exterior ma......

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...My sketch pad poetry describes today a hidden gem tucked away, Entangled vines twisted throughout, Broken tree limbs and shattered windows scattered about, Where woodland animals now seek food eac......

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...Poetry is a sketch pad, You can write what you feel or see, You can pen about a single flower, Or maybe about your pajamas that are comfy. My sketch pad has a lone maple leaf today, That float......

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...Once upon a time there was a prince his name was Aaron most of all he loved to draw he’d get his ideas from both day and and night dreams as well as trips in nature he’d look up at the ......

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...Sketch pad Curious lad Words taste bad Mind map Siesta nap Step by step Word wit In odd fit Strange fine bits Notes rhyme In word mime Strange new chimes Quotes ply A fon......

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...The past scampers out of view. Like the paw prints of a cat running to the bush. The wheel of time follows no straight line. As we sometimes trace back over the lines. In the recesses of our min......

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...I am Charlie Je suis Charlie I laugh at myself I laugh at the world I mock you with love I love to contemplate I love for humanity to think There are no limits to freedom of expression As......

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...i dreamt i moved into a apartment with an old brick wall and its decaying face the old light hanging from a thread swings on the open breeze from the window time seems to slow down to a crawl ......

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...Greasy film, touch like silk, glides across my sketch pad, before it's time to have a nap, bright, bright pastels, etched across my nostrils, in such fluorescent colours, I can do no other, oil paste......

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...Looking around, trying to find something of interest. The clock on the wall, mocks me, "Tick, tock, tick, tock, tick, tock, find something to do" I'm trying! No one has replied to my texts. ......

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