Slate Poems

Bookwell

Bookwell Primary
scratched scribbles on a slate
a poem for Mum

Clean slate

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

Blank Slate Man

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

Clean Slate

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

Cwmorthin

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

Blank Slate

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

Blank Slate

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

Blank Slate

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

Blank Slate

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

Blank Slate

 

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.
          

Blank Slate

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

Blank Slate

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

Blank Slate

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

Blank Slate

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

Blank Slate

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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