Look at the size of that chalk outline,
Chloe Mondegreen
Chloe Mondegreen
4 days ago      2 days ago

Look at the size of that chalk outline,
The evidence labelled from one to nine,
Hear the sirens cry throughout the night,
The screams of despair, the gasps at the sight.

For the chalk outline, common it was,
White powder stained with drops of blood,
Outlining a corpse, a reflection of death,
But this one was less, than two feet in length

#sad   #death   #goodbye   #miss   #chalk   #outline  
A piece of chalk writing words on the sidewalk.
Next Stop-Lily

A piece of chalk writing words on the sidewalk.
The author in unknown as the words breathe life.

It screams to be noticed, and changes it colors,
but the rain has thoughts of its own.
It pours down on the prose of a piece of chalk,
and washes it along the gutter where it disappears
into the sewer.  

The sun will later shine, and bid the rain farewell.
The chalk will come again, on another street
with another unknown author to write once again.

Kristo Frost
Kristo Frost
Mar 16, 2013      Mar 17, 2013

Hear the symphony of the room you surround yourself with.
Have you already heard this song?

Sip your current State.
Do you like it?

How now a brown cow.
Are you even listening?

Pass your homework to the front of the class.
Were you daydreaming again?

This is currently the opening poem to my anthology.
Jack C Preston
Jack C Preston
Apr 7, 2013

It wasn't too long ago when I last saw you
But forever is an overwhelming state of mind
See, all emotions are transferrable to expression
It's not by force
But by watching the spool roll down the hallway and unwind
I could never roll it back up
So I learned how to knit
You learn adaptation, and to control your mind
Energies can take harsh tolls
On the stamina of your patience
So just stop thinking from time to time.

Hana Gabrielle Behrs
Hana Gabrielle Behrs
Feb 21      Feb 22

the lulls of fog hug close
to the hips of the hills
in the soaked grass
and the sighs of February

the styrofoam sticks
burned to the roots,
compact in the cracks
of the sidewalk so packed
into my memory

and the powdered
leaves sweetness
on the base of my tongue

the hooves of fog
race us
they dance between the trees
bucking at the thunder
at the bursting
of my anticipation

danielle m
danielle m
Aug 13, 2013

the spaces between my ribs
ive reserved for you
please fill them with love
and bind me with your glue

the glue you made from blood
of past girls you robbed
when you promised them the world
and left them dislodged

the powder of my bones
chalked into the earth
writing your name in greys and whites
and weighing up our worth

now im just a shell
writing words to ghosts
these words that no one seems to hear
im your lifeless loveless hoax


like chalk on my sidewalk
Tianna Elise Lind
Tianna Elise Lind
Oct 18, 2011

Tell me your favorite fears
I can take it.

Throw me away.
I might
to come back.

Cuts in my soul
like chalk on my sidewalk
wash away
where they once were.

Vibrant colors
fresh words
fresh newness
striking the stone.

Marks are so easily made.

Time passes
colors wash away
to white
to grey
a memory
invisible molecules.

the rock
remains still.

like the white chalk lines
C S Cizek

Sliding wounds were patched
up with concession stand napkins.
Wads of Big League Chew formed
a mosaic beneath the bench
and smelled like apple cherry.
Spat-out sunflower seed trim
lined the cracking cinder block walls
and became the popular hiding spot
for hair ties and M&Ms.; Lead
paint peeled from the walls in strips
like the white chalk lines
of the diamond beyond the fence.

I'm a useless dust of chalk. Wasted.
infinitely unknown
infinitely unknown
Nov 18, 2013      Nov 20, 2013

I'm a cloud of useless waste of particles.
I float freely, I fall slowly.
I'm a useless dust of chalk. Wasted.
What is my purpose?
After my knowledge?
After I have made my marks on the board?
What am I bound to do?
After I sit steady in the cold, dark place that I stain? That I ruin?

I'm a useless powdered material.
I stay stationary, I move slightly.
I'm a useless left over matter of chalk. Unimportant.
No appreciation for my knowledge.
No notice for my wisdom.
Is my purpose to be unseen?
Is my purpose to irritate eyes and wreck souls?

I'm a chalk dust in a dark, cold corner...
Soliloquy is my game.
What I play. every time. everyday
Intentionally left behind,
By my knowledge, my wisdom, my faith, my truth.
I'm now
A Nobody.

I vanish, and I flourish and I fly.
I'm a chalk dust with no purpose.
And so, the soul had fled the existing body.
And in the end, I see...
My useless soul, my life...
Under appreciated

xx jnldm

first timer. pardon the emotional poem. this was actually for my lit. class and  my lit. teacher told me to hang here and post some of ze works. hahaha... lol bye. nvr mnd this note. it's so useless lol. -jnldm
sidewalk chalk, you were writing the words
Jennifer Marie
Jennifer Marie
Mar 7, 2012

The day I turned nine, I hiked up
            my honeysuckle tutu, and raced
                        to find you –
            there, sprawled out on the hissing
asphalt driveway, with precise strokes of neon
            sidewalk chalk, you were writing the words
                        “I love you.”
            We dotted our names with lop-
                        sided stars and scribbled
stick-figured versions of ourselves years and years
            in the future. And when the first zig-
                        zagged bolt crossed the sky, we screamed
                                    and then laughed, loud
                        barking laughs at the heavy raindrops.

The night I turned twenty, I cried
            myself to sleep, and tucked the paper under
                        my crocheted blanket. With eyes
            closed, I counted the colors behind my lids –
                        three, four, a kaleidoscope.
Your name still appeared though
– inky, blurring into the foreground,
                        along with that childhood chalk.

© 2012, Jennifer Marie
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