Bench Poems - Poems about Bench

...Guerrilla war in the Athens Athens a confusing in August, what with the heat and pollution, I had spent the night sitting on a park bench, looking at a white wall lit by moonlight, waiting for......Read More

...full of sunlight in the Young D.D park, quiet street on a Saturday afternoon, little kids riding bikes, playing basketball, chess bench, Father sat and spent the day last year where he enjoy......Read More

...I'm here at the last place I spent time with you You are on my mind a lot My tattoo reminds me of you All the time I can't go to the bench we sat on It makes me sad I see the children pla......Read More

... As she walks barefoot into her garden, her body connects to earth's healing magnetic fields. She then sits on an old wooden bench and is greeted by the flowers who gently nod their heads. A s......Read More

...Pretend Pretend that you didn’t have a twin sister Who lived in a little flat Pretend there weren’t bright flower pots outside Where in summertime, she sat Pretend that she didn’t have t......Read More

...The sun is warm; The air is cold. I didn’t care ‘Til I got old. And now, although Today it’s spring, I miss the scarf I didn’t bring. Yet I’ll stay out And soak some rays, Remembering ......Read More

...The cancer ward. We sat in the waiting room, of elderly people, with cancer we had had surgery now we waited to see if it had been successful A name was called a man on crutches rose, tried to l......Read More

... "only heartache, despair, depression to give company!" (By Poet) a picture of loneliness struck me hard, when I saw her sitting on a bench at scenic seaside... face lined with years of anx......Read More

... "Pets are a homes . . . invisible soul." Quote by _Constance My name is Grumpy, well that's the name My Girl gave me. I don't think I ev......Read More

...Such fun at the fair. Looking everywhere. Fun rides. A ghost train, beware. Music in the air, Subsides. Roller coaster there. Wind blows in her hair. Steep slides. Popcorn, he pro......Read More

... Who holds sureness in making wishes true? On the park bench, I'm wishing for a star. A square impeachable mea culpa screw. Who holds sureness in making wishes true? Perhaps a spa......Read More

... I am writing this poem to my husband ... I met you at the art gallery and will never forget that day my eyes grazed over you and I was left breathless so handsome, though I t......Read More

...Outside the four cafes, four dogs awaited their caffeine crazed owners. Sniffing different street signs, taking inventory of who’d already been there. Four dog “owners” exited the cafés. A tall bl......Read More

... In the tall many-eyed hospital I am shrunken into a small pocket of isolation waiting for a man to die or the replanting of a once mislaid miracle. I'm ducking beneath time and place waiting......Read More

...On blue bench beneath A clear day kind of blue sky. Together we turned To have a new perspective, Instead saw our initials.......Read More