Best Bench Poems

The Park Bench

I wish I was a poet
With magical words
To make people see all of the absurd
Tears fly, paintings in pastel die

When we look into our mirrors
We sometimes miss
What love dumps upon all of us
We shed tears, for we forgot to shed fears

I have no...

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

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I was sitting on a bench, by the sunshine being drenched
When a strange situation took place
Someone sat next to me; from where he came I didn’t see
And I couldn’t get a good look at his face

Then he whispered in my ear, “Do you know why...

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(16/03/2013)

I’ve tangled my pointer with my hair 
While looking up to gaze on the smiling sun
Over hundred times,
On a bench, 
Waiting for your presence

I’ve become boredom conqueror 
And unearthed those buried stones under 
After I’ve had enough of my android,
On a bench, 
You’re still not...

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There's a bench at the high school where I graduated
The wood is cracked, chipped and all weather faded

But in its prime, there each morning faces smiled hello greetings
And was always the agreed upon place, for after school meetings

Many then, lovers initials are carved upon her...

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Hidden past the highway bend, 
a bench clings to a shallow cliff
above a beach where banks extend
across the bay in sandy drifts.
When tides are low, the sea withdraws,
to flaunt the treasured ocean floor,
and anyone can walk across
the sand to reach the other shore.
With green paint...

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a fine mist quiets the forest floor,
 
an acorn drops from above,
                                 ...

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Sitting On a Park Bench

As I’m sitting on a park bench, my heart does quench for you
Watching the birds fly, in the corner of my eye there’s a view
A soft light a soft voice, I make my choice that I always knew
You made your call,...

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Cloaked in beige, the park awaits new dusk-time
and there again owlets will start to chime,
through gentle rain,  silence lays all around
while leaves russet glide unto Autumn’s ground
as maples hide their flesh in lean display
where twigs imbed the gangly stems like hay
to shred reams of...

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I'm a park bench put here for people's well being.                                   ...

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a large old gnarled bench
by a much older gnarled tree
where the old men sit to dream
of happy boyhoods
love was foremost in their  minds
now keeping awake is hard

5-7-7-5-7-7...

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(L)ove

(I)s

(F)or

(E)ternity





~~A co-creation with my girlfriend ~~...

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The old wooden bench with the high back
Carefully covered with a soft cushion
Drew her to come, sit, enjoy this morn's slack
And view the fog as it covered Orion

The bench held her in its arms many days
Her books and glasses felt comfortable lying there
On afternoons a...

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I

just like their love of fifty years
that they held very dear
the lilies and the irises
looked radiant that year.

they had no need to prove their love
just a knowing glance instead
and a gentle squeeze when holding hands
beside their flower bed.

when both felt tired from bending down
and working...

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Christmas Eve Mystery


The sun had set, and it was Christmas Eve.
Dear Santa finished up and packed the sleigh;
made sure his Reindeer were geared up to go
before they'd have some time outside to play.

Now it was time to go to North Pole Park,
for there they'd snack...

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