Benches Poems - Poems about Benches

..."Play the audio is in accord with the dramatic monologue," ... by the Poet The Broadwalk of somewhat life, at a fair distance......Read the rest...

...A brand new day A brand new you Thinking of something I want to do I visit a place of ages Where voices speak to me New voices and voices so Old the breath they Ride on is architecture A......Read the rest...

...We are going to dig to bury our dead: Mother, father, sisters and brothers, Uncles, aunts, friends and strangers. We are going to inter our dead: Archbishop, pastors, Houngans and vicars. The ......Read the rest...

...A little Coast Guard boat just now Went chug-chug-chugging by. It left behind a wake, above which Seagulls like to fly. Aside from that, the river’s calm With not a tug in sight, Although a f......Read the rest...

...The soft breeze whispered in a barely heard whiff. Emptiness enveloped the lovely old park Past life has been hard and now all are dead stiff. Hot tears rolled down my cheeks as day became dark. ......Read the rest...

...The doors are big.' The room has benches.. people hussle Around, some in suits and a few wear gowns; robes grim Faces and keen looks, at times the benches are full at Others less than a quarter fu......Read the rest...

... The signal to leave is called out urgently. Blue jays spin, whistle, and gurgle. Heralds of the gray days of winter. We climb Hawk Ridge Observatory hill. The rough benches, wooden table, a s......Read the rest...

...If you go down to the park today, You will not find an educated tramp in your way, Wanting to pass the time of day. Park benches free of sleeping tramps all day, No newspapers with yesterday's ......Read the rest...

...Liquid pellets Pellets slam Slam gently Gently into Into the The leafy Leafy mire Mire seeking Seeking sanctuary Sanctuary on On vandalized Vandalized park Park benches Benches retreatin......Read the rest...

...The beauty of the leaves embraced their difference As they shriveled ‘neath the sap drained Maple Celebrating their continuum in the soil A sadness tinged the sun’s smile The mindless flocks fl......Read the rest...

... I Ten laps around my town’s small park had become routine, and by habit I entered it by way of the new war memorial. Yet I never stopped to read a single brass lettered name raised on ......Read the rest...

...Empty streets, Naked trees, Flowers, Sighing, In rhe chill autumn breeze, With some gypsy ladies, Dancing a salsa dance, In a field of sunfliowers, Surreal waves, With windswept kisses, Emp......Read the rest...

...Near the local library in my sweet little town lies Greenlawn Cemetary where peace abounds.. An open field bursts in tawny golds like a Monet. Flitting yellow butterflies land briefly and then fly......Read the rest...

...There's a loophole So I'm not paying To view the castle I'm placing my face Where historically I'd get an arrow in my eye This option has always been free In the distance I can hear 'The Drunk......Read the rest...

...It was a cool, overcast and windy Sunday afternoon in March 2014. We were about 50 miles from Paris, at my Grandmère’s (grandmother’s) farm. She lives in Paris, but she owns a Château and surrounding......Read the rest...