Short Bench Poems
Short Bench Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Bench by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Bench by length and keyword.
Thoughts recycled, jumbled into plastic
Perhaps a bench, sturdy for public use,
That's all the old lady shared with me.
Form:
we took a walk
then came a spray folk
its was hot
we jump in the lot
we sit on the bench stool
IT WAS
PARK COOL POOL
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
there no fences
we sit on the bench
and hug and kiss
nuthin we miss
was there until after dark
we were
LOVERS IN THE PARK
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.
I’m out on a bench in the sun;
It’s cold, so my time’s almost done
But to be here’s important to me –
I’m getting my Vitamin D!
Peaceful playground scene
Bars behind her smoke-break bench
A single crow lands...
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ydLJtKlVVZw
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
Hours, upon the bench she sat,
a winter face, neath summer hat:
beneath, the source of her complaint
a scribbled sign; beware - wet paint
All day, upon the bench she sat
a winter face, neath summer hat;
beneath, the source of her complaint
a scribbled sign; beware - wet paint.
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
That cold empty bench
I instantly feel where you would be;
Warm laughter richly parallels howling wind,
our familiar song a screaming memory.
The wife plans a spree to buy all
With husband on board at the mall
But as this takes place
He just looks for a space
To sit on a bench in the hall
We cuddled there in days of old,
but now our bench is alone and cold.
For Andrea’s Frozen in Crystaline contest, inspired by Picture Number Two
Saturday night under a moonless sky
The stars are silent and shy
Sitting on the bench alone
Dipping my thoughts to the bone
April 22, 2023
She sits on the bench
Her life in three plastic bags
Singing to herself
Her mind dancing all about
To music only she hears
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
Soft gray white
At day’s last light
Old man on a park bench
Since three
Talked most of the time
To a child about nine
Whom only the old man
Could see
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.
If happiness can't smile upon me,
let the judge on the bench be me;
it'll spare me gray hair...
a bachelor
unworried by jealous eyes spying on me!
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