Short Bench Poems
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two old people holding hands on a bench
is what you see but do you know what it took
as each lost a little dream of stardom
I can’t sit alone,
on a see-saw bench designed
for others to come
to pivot at the fulcrum—
balancing each other’s views
Everyone is a child's child.
Everyone is grown some
little, some hardly at all.
Everyone is one
until they are none,
no more.
On blue bench beneath
A clear day kind of blue sky.
Together we turned
To have a new perspective,
Instead saw our initials.
its place of many face
is a quite way
some stay all day
they think and wink
there's no fence
they sit its fixs
PARK AND BENCH
On the bench he cries
The crowds roar did mesmerize
Eyes strayed from his prize
By Robb A. Kopp
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he sits on the bench
eager pigeons surround him
a bag of breadcrumbs
is the offering he brings
loneliness is forgotten
having become merely a memory
our bench sat there cold and bare
once came the winter of our lives
AP: Honorable Mention 2022
I sat on a park bench one day
It didn’t have much to say
Just a lone sign
I should’ve aligned
It said wet paint to my dismay
Russell Sivey
Not saying this man was a saint
When benches let’s just say he’d taint
Imagine instead
What went through his head
When signs clearly said to wet paint
Wooden Bench
I set up acting and
singing work for the
wooden bench in
the rock garden.
I’m his biggest
fan. I get 100% of
his earnings.
as they lay
its hard any way
some or weak
needs that sleep
mabe no shoes on there feet
on protextion from a fence
its
HOMELESS SLEEP ON A BENCH
it all over
not a clover
so many without a bed
no place to lay there head
many places so many races
no fences
some after dark
HOMELESS AND PARK BENCH
picnicking twosome
white butterfly flits across ~
pigeons coo nearby
roughhousing children
rustling trees in the distance ~
woman walking dog
it all over
not a clover
so many without a bed
no place to lay there head
many places
for so many races
no fences
some there after dark
HOMELESS AND PARK BENCHs
A man once sat at a park bench
When he smelled a peculiar stench
Then right out of the sky
Fell a whopping bird pie
The man's wore a hat ever since
Our park bench patiently awaits
a fresh november breeze delights
autumn leaves ablaze in the setting sun
~ love is a walk in the park
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
you go walk slow
mabe sit
mabe a bench that fit
now its eye contact
you feel wack
boby gets hot
fine a boxes cot
there's no fences
its
PARK SEX AND THE COT BENCHS
Find me a wood carver said the queen.
I want an owl bench with a walnut sheen.
Do not let him use wood that is old or green.
I want an owl bench today, said the greedy queen.
Frozen in Photographs
Heaven wind calls
Cheery blooms near
Bench feels like home
Your kiss is warm
We smile at photographs and spring that never leaves
you can tell by the smell
theyer not doing well
some no shoe
you do what you can too
as they lay
you can help but say
day or after dark no fence
its
BUMS ON THE
PARK BENCH
a large old gnarled bench
by a much older gnarled tree
where the old men sit to dream
of happy boyhoods
love was foremost in their minds
now keeping awake is hard
5-7-7-5-7-7
The Vicar sniffed searching for the culprit
As it rose it overtook the pulpit
Stained glass windows wept
As the brimstone crept
The choir hummed so as not to gulp it
©6/20/2023
squirrels quarrelling
a large scurry going nuts
shells land everywhere
A STRAND (1065) Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand
PS 5/7/5
02/03/22
Empty park bench waits—
still warm from previous sat's.
Its slats welcome
visitors to air their spats,
dip their hats,
wag their tales,
beg for pats,
and relish the clear fresh park air.