Lobby Poems - Poems about Lobby

New Orleans’ 1962 ostentatious hotel lobby extravagant crystal fluted chandeliers highly polished walnut counter tops opulent Italian marble floors plush scarlet velvet cushioned couches swankly brass and glass décor luxury never seen after nineteen sixty-two...

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motel lobby in arkansas close to the crystal bridges young man with tattoos walks to large creamer he begins to pump creamer into coffee sees me and indicates I go ahead of him. Ii shake my head ‘no” tell him to go ahead, he will be quicker than me two polite strangers making conversation in a motel lobby in arkansas I sit down to...

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When others speak in hushed tones, behind closed doors, my voice rises for the voiceless. My heart only knows to advocate, to persuade, to fight for the cause. ...

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Inspired by the painting Hotel Lobby by Edward Hopper 1943 but somewhat autobiographical also on reflection Travelling, yet here, stuck in place Using time with wild abandon As if some were apportioned to dormancy The solidity and solidarity of going nowhere The quiet of the empty rooms Dressed for the occasion but dormant Time slows down, conversation stalls Pages go...

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Wreaths Paintings Wall hangings A decorator's paradise Wooden cars Paint brushes Stick on designs A child's moment to learn how to drive for the first time Candle wicks Candle scents Colored wax A candle maker's luxury A hobby for all Who come to seek out Their good fortune...

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She swirls like desert sand She has a natural curve of welcome Complex, with the openness of a sensual woman Each beautiful light-filled stroke artistic genius. She is an overall intriguing pattern of love. I came to this lobby today to write a poem. Instead, I stare in awe, feeling humbled. Who was the architect? Surely one lone person did not envision this...

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What we going to do, about addressing the elephant in the room Leave it be behind you, rest of us will continue this meeting by zoom By David Kavanagh...

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His moustache was long and black, silky at the ends, shiny almost, slick with gel to keep the ends turned up in a smile, even when his lips didn't match. They look like shoestring ends, she thought, all perfectly pulled together on either size of a bulbous nose. She never asked his name, just watched as he strode with purpose through the lobby of...

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In the lobby of the courthouse People’s demeanor Are such a telltale Casual and comfortable The secretaries Determined and debonair The lawyers Focused and unperturbed The judges And then the others With scowls on their faces Nervousness and concern The weight of accusation The slow ominous pace Of being led directly To the slaughterhouse posted on July 16, 2019...

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If we pray for other countries to prosper, real neighbor ... As Old Cultures and Histories model, imbibe, declare ... There would be fewer dark nations seeking refuge in whiter Would you even consider praying for Nicaragua, El Salvador, Gautemala, Honduras, and Mexico to reach more of their poor With JUSTICE, fair prices for what they own, sell, barter??? Even as...

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A lobby's meant to represent The building it is fronting, To welcome all who enter From the elements it's blunting. It may be fancy, to impress Or functional and boring But either way, it greets us From its ceilings to its flooring. And whether an apartment, office, Inn or a hotel, The lobby sends a message Not too easy to dispel. It lets us know if...

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Hotel Lobby There is nothing quite so lived in as a hotel lobby. The seats are worn with daily use, the lighting just the right depth to hide the shadows who have passed through its angles, sharpened with use. The maître d' returns my watchful eye with disdain I do not belong in this hotel lobby; Too many children and...

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Hotel Lobby To be in a lobby is oh such a shame, Lonely and troubled it’s all such a game, Suits and stubble typing like pawns, Fed to the lions before going cold. Success in their minds with a stench of despair, As they desperately struggle to sustain a soul. Battered and worn with the internet scorned, Corporate specials are oh such a...

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