Best Sit Poems

I sit on the toilet...
planning my choice of clothing,
hairstyle, makeup and daily chores.
Using my eyeliner for writing
a reminder to myself on the toiletpaper,
and make me complete.
Leaving the bathroom aware that 
I used my reminder and flushed it down
the toilett.
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I’m staring at the reflection in the mirror -
who is the lady with the grey hair?

Today a strange man came to visit me
I do not recognise him …
He says he is my son

I try hard to remember as we talk about the past
He shows me...

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Why don't we escape 
         all the chaos
    in this noisy world?
        For a fistful of 
     precious moments,
    ...

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I sit myself down  

where one could hear a pin drop . . .

poetry clamors

aug 31, 2019
for Silent One's Silence Contest...

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[Hymnal Measure Structure, a4,b3,c4,d3 with internal rhyme]

Come sit by my side, my sweet August bride,
	We’ll speak of the things we hold dear.
Of wind in the trees and fire in their leaves
	At our favorite time of the year.

Don’t you remember how deep in December
	We’d listen to...

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Come sit awhile with me
Love is a serenade of the soul
a harmony that never grows old.Quote ~ poets own
* * *
Won't you come and sit awhile with me
here beneath the weeping willow tree
Take a rest and let your mind be free
of pain, distress and anxiety.

The...

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Those who are now elderly sit and reminisce
of sweet idyllic days which often they miss.
Sitting as families in beaming abodes
whilst a flickering fire dances and glows
Cosy nights in with cards and knitting
and days in the garden, weather permitting.
Snakes and ladders with family members
bed time when...

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Most households have in USA pets
A hundred million cats and dogs
Other pet types include
Aquarium fish and bird
Most content in home environments.

I got discontent with a content cat
We turn to friends or neighbors
For help to short timer
Or to pet-care giver
All options, not optimal for each pet.

I...

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Pensive is what I think 
for I have given her a smile
But received nothing in return

Deep I thought, possibly an artist,
A writer, a philosopher, a teacher, a mom.
She probably has a million things happening.

If I sat down and said hi, it would be rude.
If I...

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(Austin, Texas, 1955)

I see in a bus
All the black faces in the back
All the white faces in the front
I’m neither white nor black!
Where do I sit?

Greyhound bus station
I see two signs
‘Whites Only’
‘Blacks Only’
I’m neither white nor black!
Which one do I use?
Ask a bus attendant
He scratched...

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Still I sit here staring

Sitting there in open form…breathing,
savoring a moment that claims the eyes
Collecting thoughts in a simmering row
of pasted visions on the curtains of a smile…
claiming nothing out of the sort

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Oh! How I despise dawn’s blushing optimism
and dried hydrangea blooms sepia skinned and papery thin.
Humdrum hands beat doldrums drum.

Why won’t the summer solstice light this darkness?
A gnawing hollow where my heart should be.
Where cinder clouds float in negative space
memories collect like nesting sparrows beneath eaves.

I...

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I sit with you,
My hand rests on your shoulder.
I read my book
While you sleep restlessly,
You have no clue.

The night is getting colder,
You have that look
of age-old tiredness sleeping,
of pain and hurt,
of hours of fruitless weeping.

I sit with you,
My voice a soothing rhythm.
I recitate
My poems, my...

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The neighbours went off on their yearly vacation,
Off to visit some foreign nation.
Leaving me keys and a list a mile long, 
To watch their pets. What could go wrong?

The rottweiler is a gentle soul
As long as there's always food in her bowl.
The trick is filling...

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I sit here alone in the night looking out at the horizon
watching as the gathering storm clouds are outlined 
by flashes of lightning in the inky blackness

The wind begins lashing at the trees as the fury 
of the storm draws ever nearer and the rolling
cascade...

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