Best Sitting Poems
Sitting In The Dark, With Darkness Covering Me
Sitting in the dark, hearing voices in the hall
remembering my many lovers, one and all.
Some that sent my heart aloft, on heavenly flights
others that kept me company on lonely nights.
Sitting in the dark, seeing true beauties once known
then, the fairest of gardens, never overgrown.
Night waning, those echoes, their honey-drenching calls
also remind me, of my many faults and falls!
Sitting in the dark, with darkness covering me
begging each, please forgive me, what I did to thee.
Silence, as each lover then slowly fades away
Ah yes, we mortals, for our sins we have to pay!
Dawn's morning rays, broke me from that dreaming trance.
Were we wrong seeking too much in youthful romance?
Robert J. Lindley, 8-07-2018
Sonnet, ( Recurring Dreams)
Syllables Per Line: 0 12 12 12 12 0 12 12 12 12 0 12 12 12 12 0 12 12
Total # Syllables: 168
Total # Words: 120
Note: Woke 4 am , decided to write this one as it was fresh on my mind...
ARE YOU SITTING COMFORTABLY
Poor Beryl had terrible piles
So painful, they stuck out for miles
With help from her finger
Her piles did not linger
Now comfy, she sits there and smiles!
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Contest finalised on 9/24
A Poem, I Wrote and Sent Drifting - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Broken Wings
09-22-17
The pale face of nature, of flowers and treetops
Has been lost without color, behind frost in the meadow
Under snow on the fence post, and the ice on the willow
So tattered and bobbing, and weary of hiding
So weary of biding her time in the fog
Tired of the doldrums, tired of the ho-hums , and weary of crying...
The pale face of nature, of gardens in springtime
Will drink in this morning, to find it surprising!
A lekker arrival !!
Of sunkissed horizons
Is blissfully welcomed with gold in the morning
All smitten with cheer !
Trees lean to the side
Drunk on the sun
Lifting their branches
And keeping it near
I long for it too
As I move out my chair
From under the shade
To drink in the sun
After dark winter days
To welcome it here
A lekker arrival
Is speckled in sunshine
I find it to be fine, to bask on my deck!
I'll poke out my neck to soak in the bliss
And what could be better than this? Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!
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For Suzette's Contest: "LEKKER"
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Sitting on the Fence at Twilight
When the sun waved good-bye in the afternoon,
I’d say hello to the smiling Man in the Moon.
Perching on our gray concrete fence,
I’d swing my brown legs to a happy cadence.
From my solid fortress, I could see
a daily circus of human activity.
On a single bicycle rode the Fabros, a family of four;
how they all fit, it was a mystery to be sure.
The street vendor, old Papito, would hawk his treats;
oh! those warm, sticky, honey buns and tamarind sweets.
Sashaying in her tight-fitting skirt of tomato-red,
Cousin Clarita balanced a green basket on her turbaned head.
Then came buxom Aunt Alfreda huffing and puffing by,
to give me a piping hot, home-made, savory meat pie.
I’d blow on it to cool it off first, just
before biting into the flaky, buttery crust.
As day soon faded into hues of twilight,
I’d spy the occasional shiny satellite,
a tiny, silver snail slowly revolving in the sky,
moving so silently above, way up high.
For a child of seven, this was such a wondrous time…
right until the old town clock chimed nine.
Then Mama would ring her bell calling me inside,
and I’d leave the stars still twinkling outside.
04-24-2018
Contest: An Early Childhood Memory
Sponsor: Line Gauthier
Placement: 3rd
I will sit on the porch, with the August moon
The old swing sways, with a sleepy croon
... softly humming to make me smile *
In soothing rhythm, all the while
while shadowed moonlight knows our tune
A lonely owl, and then a lark,
calls out to me, within the dark
Starlight glistens, this peaceful night,
while the moon and I, together, listen *
How softly evening whispers twirl, and stir the branches in the breeze
The falling leaves around me curl,
to fall asleep beneath the trees
I'll make a wish, and close my eyes
and drink the splendid moonlit night
I will sit with the moon for awhile....
while keeping me company, with its gentle light....
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I was a sitting duck when the tide came in.
No idea it would go past my chin.
I struggled and I flopped.
I bucked and I hopped.
It took me way out to sea.
I went under quickly, poor little me.
But a dolphin came along and gave me a push.
That old water threw me up in a whoosh.
I found myself all safe and sound.
To say thanks I looked all around.
But the dolphin was gone with a flip and a wink,
And I resumed washing dishes in our old kitchen sink.
my angel you are with me
in a way i never knew
just sitting here thinking
and spending time with you
we recall the good times
and lessons that we learned
sneered at the bad times
and hours that they burned
both learning truths
as God helped us to see
a little something about you
a little something about me
we were brought together
it was our destiny
and just like all beautiful stories
ending in tragedy
but only just today
have i found you in my mind
and now something tells me
that you were there all the time
my spirit has accepted
that your body has gone
but everything you did
in my mind lives on
you made me someone
much more than i am
giving me presents and presence
being my biggest fan
i could never win anything
more valued than you
my gift from God
i was given to you too
the chair where you were sitting
beside me so so well
for a while it held an emptiness
a little piece of hell
but i have learned for the good
perhaps in the nick of time
that i can fold your little chair
and put it in my mind
and place it with my treasures
things i've had since i was a boy
with my most treasured memories
horses and toys
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, tried to break my wall your right on cue
I still need you Lord; I’m onboard to see your love come thru
In streets of gold; I behold infinite wisdom within eyes of blue
I still need you Lord; to mold my broken heart and start anew
Your light is my sight; help me see amidst the darkest avenue
Like the Sun needs its day...I need you
Like the flowers need their sway...I need you
Like the blackness needs its gray...I need you
Like the aroma needs its bouquet...I need you
Like the mountains need their sky...I need you
Like the leaving need their bye...I need you
Like the birds need their fly...I need you
Like my tears need their dry...I need you
I’ll never forget that memorable day...
Sitting on a park bench with the Lord I began to pray...
Lord, I need you, now more than ever...
I never meant for our love to sever...
And the Lord said...
From time to time you have abandoned me...
For through out all of time, I shall never abandon you...
Even through out eternity...
‘Our Father, who art in heaven, hallowed be thy Name, thy kingdom come, thy will be done, on earth as it is in heaven. Give us this day our daily bread. And forgive us our trespasses as we forgive those who trespass against us. And lead us not into temptation, but deliver us
from evil. For thine is the kingdom and the power, and the glory,
for ever and ever. Amen.’
Aug.23.2017
Why Do I Need You Lord
Sponsored by: James Edward Lee Sr.
Sitting at the top of the stairs
Reflecting on my life
Looking at the bottom
Of the stairs
A place I used to be and know
I realize how far I've come
And far there is left to go.
It was always three steps forward
Two steps back
Uphill everyday
Carrying a heavy
Troubled filled sack
Struggling not to fall
Between the cracks
And hit the ground
With a bump once more.
Just as I had many times before.
I was never weak
But much to strong
Never knowing when to stop
I just carried on and on
Suddenly my whole world fell apart
I lost my old self
My heart ripped apart
My childhood caught up with me
And poisoned my blood.
So whenever I feel once more like giving up
I find myself going back to the stairs
To take a look
To see how far I've come
And the battles I've won
And where there was just darkness
At last I see the sun
And smile again.
Peter Dome.copyright.2015.May.
A gent from the South Scottish Isles
had terribly painful large piles
when he tried to sit down
he would grimace and frown
soft cushions he hoards in big piles!
syllable counter used 'how many syllables' 8,8,6,6,8
11~11~ 2014
poem revised for contest 18~11~14
Contest:Limericks Clean and Clever
Sponsor: Roy Jerden
sitting on the beach
I saw the ruby sun dive
into the deep blue
twilight was waiting
at the pause of destiny
sea birds called to night
moon came out glowing
upon the sun kissed waters
day's end charmed me so
Sitting on the front porch in the evening shade,
strumming on a flattop guitar that was made
to play along with a country song
about a sad heart who was done wrong.
Old Shep beats his tail to the tune,
enjoying the breeze and the croon
of the melodic voice which fills the air,
encouraging the birds to sing with flair.
Friendly neighbors stop by to listen with glee
to the one-man show which is free,
there isn't anything he can't play,
taking all requests on any day.
Favorites are heard and the group is a part
of the dusk-like entertainment considered art,
joining together with voices raised up high,
taking a walk down memory lane with a sigh.
Sitting on the front porch in the evening shade
is a summertime thought that will not fade,
singing along with the guitar,
making sounds in unison near and far.
a blue jay sitting
on a branch laden with fruit. . .
the dewormed apple
July 26, 2018
He plays a song passed down for centuries,
By a nation that exists no more;
On a flute carved from a sycamore tree,
While sitting on the forest floor.
His father was a tribal chief,
For a people who once were great;
Now living on welfare relief -
His punishment for being born too late.
Holding fast to his cultural ties,
He is the last of a dying breed;
Not succumbing to a history of lies;
Warnings to fit in, he does not heed.
At home by himself in the thick of the woods,
Under a full moon in the quiet breeze;
He lives his life the way that he should -
The last to play this melody.
by, Joe Flach for Constance's "Tell His Story" Contest
So strange.
On the tuning board I'm an F
and yet I feel quite sharp somehow.
Perhaps I need an adjustment.
Here.
or there.
A tweaking of metal wires
wrapped a little too tightly
and then I'll hit the perfect C.
So strange.
for somehow sharp still feels like me,
looks like me,
is like me.
Hmph.
I guess it's better to be sharp than flat,
and while I'm at it, better yet,
full with chords and rhythm too...
Maybe I should synchronize
and be a little more like you.