Chair Poems - Poems about Chair

The moon shone bright a little less tonight My family too, seemed to hide from sight. We were all in our rooms, pondering over what we once had known, Because we were afraid to admit that we were all feeling alone. The laughter that once echoed through the house, Was now all contained in a bag and a blouse. He...

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In awe I lay upon the verdant knoll, mesmerised by the silent starry sky, a mirror gleaming deep within my soul, reflecting timelessness, I barely know. Venerate Venus dances in reverse, spinning our musings under mulberry moons, when we chased illusions, beneath the Queen’s chair, through realms where reasons dared not delve, our hearts lost in a cosmic haze. in this wilderness of...

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Written: April 26, 2025, for contest by Brian Strand ***************** It comes in sizes small ...

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Life in a rocking chair in a room bereft of air Labored breath provides a scare Rock back and forth, ever harder what good to...

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Pull up a chair for grief right now and let her sit beside you She’s come around to hold your hand so let her in, she’ll guide you. She’ll be with you throughout your loss She’ll be your only comfort. She’ll wipe your tears and hold your heart while all things fall apart around you....

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The view from the chair Hey You Over there Do you remember The times that passed You know The ones that last The view from the chair Hey You over there The view changes As I view Sometimes old Sometimes new But always the same My Love for you Hey You Encased in Stone Always in my line of view...

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Shackled with no name Been a Slave far too long Always without fail Blocked out Praying to the Heavens How long? The Sun beats high and strong I have been told I don’t belong I have educated my mind Read books of endless chapters Darkened theory Beaten and torn How Long? Night skies being my Race in the day I run but it is like slow motion I try to...

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A breeze did slide in under eaves and stirred inside the air that grieves, my children grown my dreams have flown, alone I sit my rocking throne. My chair in front of window bare, I look… but husband’s soul elsewhere. Beneath my feet the floorboards moan, alone I sit my rocking throne. Each day I rock the same tic tock and change not...

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'Creak creak' says The old rocking chair On a tiny old wooden porch 'Aawk aawk' says The old crow as it Flies steadily to the north 'Cock-a-doodle-do' says The red rooster as he clucks The new day in at half past four Arise! Coffee's brewing eggs and bacon on the stove Hurry! Grab your baskets Time for pickin' in the grove Bring your pail out to the barn Milk...

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Leather Chair My leather chair shakes every time pus-filled spots develop on her back.To cheer Mrs Intimacy up (she wed my old clock last spring. It was quite a good wedding, but it was too long and I had to sit – no slouch – at the end of the warm hallway!) I spoil her with all the compliments...

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exposed and heart beating, in the quiet of the hum. every thought bounces off the walls, ricochet, causing my stillness. nothing beyond this space, inertia tells me so. when it's all too neat, we can't make a mess. maybe the height of the ceiling will absorb my excess. let...

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**Empty Chair at the Table** In the glow of twinkling lights, I find a shadow, An empty chair where laughter used to soar, The echoes of your love, a haunting echo, I count the moments, wishing for you more. Holidays once filled with warmth and grace, Now carry the weight of...

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I leave the sun-dappled autumn sidewalk, entering the office The empty chair there lingers. dark tendrils coiling in my mind— my blind rage pleading for quiet healing. flashbacks clash like striking thunder opening buried treasures of truth. and in that final brand searing cry My heart reborn, mindlessly adrift in spectral mist. I gladly depart as sleet glazes, streets so slick….. ...

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In his old leather chair he sits and blinks his eyes the off white sits on his hair like dust upon the mantle. A murky sea of bluish grey where smoking gave him cataracts but they still burn of yesterday the tobacco stains sit deep inside. As he sits in his old leather chair his eyes do blink and dart to catch his arms sit...

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sunk in my beach chair sun's rays beat down on pale legs as wind whips my hat...

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