Bench Poems - Poems about Bench

In the forest. A bench is a spot to hang out. No one judges you. Riding by on bikes. There’s no better spot to be relaxed. There’s plenty of shade. Backpack seated next to you. Tipping over but not falling. A bit of pollen on this bench. Something green growing but seems not poisonous. In...

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In the city, there are benches Placed where people might Relax and take a load off, Which is everybody’s right. They’re either made of metal Or old-fashioned painted wood, Found in parks and promenades or where They’d do the utmost good. Most bus stops with a shelter Have a bench for those who wait And in playgrounds, there are benches Where the nannies congregate. My apartment building...

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a park calm and hushed autumn's crisp welcomed...

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I slowly make my way, eyeing the perfect place to perch— the bench sitting in the full sun, caressing my face with its rays. I’m drawn to the light and shy away from the shade. It gives me a reason to be alive as I watch the children run around. So many years spent at the park; now I am here with my greats, wishing...

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Do you remember it … That one late spring day, Solemn, where two could sit A place nearby, but far away It must be there still … All around was dense with green A steep hill, a small hill … A footbridge in-between Leading down into the nook A place both shaded and quiet, And the bench by the brook Sat there waiting by...

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picnicking twosome white butterfly flits across ~ pigeons coo nearby roughhousing children rustling trees in the distance ~ woman walking dog ...

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Wooden Bench I set up acting and singing work for the wooden bench in the rock garden. I’m his biggest fan. I get 100% of his earnings. ...

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On my walk this morning I chose to make a stop and sit down on a bench next to a table at this old ice cream shop. I chose this particular bench because it has come to be over many years of sitting here…much more than a bench to me. How can on old bench hold any meaning…you ask? I...

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Bench ——— I hiked a trail, fresh unharmed by the steps of man and found a bench, fresh unharmed by weather or man. Why here, for what purpose, the bench sat in no direction to understand the why, the purpose trying to determine the story, the direction. So I sat on the bench making a point to view in all directions the bench offered, to understand my own...

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I’ll SIT UNDER THIS TREE HOPING SOMEONE MIGHT STOP AND TALK TO ME I’M TIRED OF BEING ALONE AND IT’S OH SO LONESOME AT HOME MAYBE THEY MIGHT CARE AND HAVE A LITTLE TIME TO SHARE WE COULD GO SIT DOWN IF WE COULD FIND A SEAT SOMEWHERE ...

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Open sky, sitting on a park bench with one arm curved behind a person; teething smiles shyly undressing my emotional puristic like Adam re-unclothing in Eden. Whatsoever is losed of my ascetic, may it free our eyes to tresspass into our hearts and breakthrough the binders. Open sky, like a shaded orange thingy, serendipity might bring your meaning by a large dream of...

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I sat next to an old geezer on a park bench He looked at me, said "I can see you're a mensch" Let me tell you what I've learned in the past 80 years. "Oh no", thought I, but his words flew like spears: "Who can fathom the deviousness of the heart To know the mind from the face,...

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In debate a gallop called Gish Scored points like a basketball's swish That Joe could not block! So now taking stock Biden's sideline walk is our wish DT's sick slick lies and his bunk Were passed past the player who stunk Since Donald can trick Let's set a quick pick For a super sub who can dunk...

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As I sat looking forward for hours That I will prefer spent in indifference, Thinking of future that can be ours As I hurt drowning, engulfed in silence Amid the noise of commercial sphere, With a little to move on to nowhere I displayed you in my mind, A pretty countenance that is not here A melodic form that is just over there A...

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An empty bench is never homeless~ as it shelters golden prints of amethyst heartbeats, ...

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