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...

Read more of this work...

Leaning against the warmth of old oak, 

I recall your sun burnt skin that summer.

As I let my fingers linger on the side of the...

Read more of this work...

Why I did it, I don’t know
Tornado of regret tortures my heart

On a moonless night, he approached 
Limping toward me as I pumped gas
Why was...

Read more of this work...

I was once a little twig with dreams of being a mighty tree
So people would come from all around just to look at me
As the...

Read more of this work...

An old house I am led to -it is the symbol of
Memories in cobwebs - like those of old lost love.

A storehouse for so many...

Read more of this work...

He has no
                      ...

Read more of this work...

It pleasures me
That she reads me
Inside her serenity
Parked on our bench of antiquities

I, whom gazes over there at her,
Later in the dusk of candlelight
Shall remove...

Read more of this work...

Another Sunday evening at the street-corner
next to the coffee parlour, overlooking the ocean
The solo pianist  with desert-lime eyes
sits once-again on the piano chair.
His hair,a...

Read more of this work...

Gardens at Keukenhoff (Alouette)

As the tulips rise
With their sweet surprise
Fragrance permeates the air
Colors cover land
From God's divine hand
In these gardens we all share.

Such astounding views
Come...

Read more of this work...

Fall and
red yellowing 
leaves in the trees

an old man sitting 
on a bench
watches them 
fall
and thinks of his youth

a youth 
sitting on a bench
looking into...

Read more of this work...

My whole life waits, just this moment, the ink still

wet; for sunrise this clear May morning.

My shaman up already,
hair askance, dancing and trilling his flute
to...

Read more of this work...

A crazy old man once told me,
“Heaven is made of the things you give away.”
It appeared he was next in line for heaven
as he had...

Read more of this work...

Resting on the beige leather couch
 next to the dimly lit tiffany lamp
He dozed off into an early night sleep

She smiled looking at him
 as...

Read more of this work...

LOVE ANGER DEATH AND GUILT 

Blog was A young girl who was 
Still at school
Everyone loved Blog, she
Was nobody’s fool,
In fact her peers regarded as...

Read more of this work...

It seemed like nature had concocted a singular miracle
As I sat on the wooden bench looking in towards the woodland.
A red maple tree stood tall...

Read more of this work...