Slate Poems - Poems about Slate

Bookwell Primary scratched scribbles on a slate a poem for Mum...

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A clean facial slate no blemishes to be hid a beautiful face...

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A room's whites cry loud Still sound fills it with endless echo No thought, no audible breath, no Perspective This view too is Outside perceivable depth Only a snowy canvas Full of emptiness to reveal The plan Grab a roller Pour the can, and Paint myself eggshell Now I am the blank slate Man...

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I don't wish to die For I have yet to fly I have just begun Life really has not been that fun But to go on down the path called the way I must be careful choosing the words I say An unkind word can set back the day Watch for the games they play So much beauty is never witnessed by an...

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cross of blue grey slate salutes the mountain a red kite hovers...

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Quote: Free from preconceptions and biases, He never judges us though we constantly mess up, He never does keep count. A life of prostitution taught her never to take anything for granted; Numerous were her sins, far greater was her guilt but she never sang inside that iron cage of hers She considered herself...

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My mind is a blank slate, Each time I sit to write, Words come from my heart straight, As poems to delight, Words of deepest insight. ~~ My heart is a blank slate, Waiting for that love true, Hoping that my life mate Finds me with no ado, When will this love break through? ~~ My soul is...

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She was once a clean sheet of paper; A gleaming gold with pristine luster. Her glow could charm the sun to shine. Her pure allure could best the sunshine. Like a scent of a perfume potion, she could stir a tame emotion. The allure of her innocence could charm the hearts without her presence. But like...

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We all start life in the arts, a virtual blank slate if you will, looking for just a little truth and maybe some fresh ink to spill. Some will share their own story with a sonnet, haiku or a rhyme, if each artist is properly nurtured, we all will get there in time. We may hail from all over...

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I dream of having a blank slate, a rebirth and chance to create; create a completely new start, a perfect life built by my heart. I wish to dwell in unknown fate! Find paths to an open life gate, a unique me to cultivate; I will make a story and chart. ...

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Yesterday the mice had full reigns of the house In every corner a set of beady eyes looked on The rodeo of mice soon grew up to be a bad mouse We tried lassoing them but all they do is spawn Nothing could stop the womanizer to cease We'd put traps and cages out throughout the floor But the big bad...

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No inspiration or divine intervention. It’s just another night filled with apprehension. All these straight black lines Burn into my mind. And I’ve no new ideas to break the tension. My poor imagination just lies there, dormant. My brain is screaming and my soul in torment. And this blank white page Filling me with rage. And I feel sweat pouring off me in a...

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In my blank slate status… serenity engulfs my soul whenever I’m enclosed by God’s presence with His providence sealing me and sovereign protection serving as my fortress. With my blank slate admission… grace reigns over my heart as the Saviour draws me nigh to Him toward gratitude for redemption, eternally assured along His complete pardon for iniquities and guilt. Midst my blank slate discontentment… mercy...

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With each blank slate You test your fate: You screw up once? Still stand a chance! You screw up twice? Comes with a price! The fourth, the fifth? You're screwed therewith! Your strikes go on? You get withdrawn From taking part In a fresh start! Despite all thanks There’re no more blanks! Chances you blew Will now screw you! February 7, 2023...

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Times were hard – that is what they said When they told me about their early years - before I was there, their son Filled with the hunger of youth, the lust For life, passion – the truth Times were not easy – and I could tell Life had been a journey Through fears, tears and years Between rocks and hard...

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