Short Desk Poems
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oiled walnut desk
ornate fancy vintage
gift from a great aunt
a hundred years old
too small to be utilized
homes gorgeous landmark
Scratched, though a perfect match
To the scuffed, cabinet at home
Cost only thirty nine dollars
Well worth that price, to help organize our chaos.
we wer in motion
middle of the ocean
no one around
you could hear passion sound
as boat move up and down
like no other
we were
BOAT DESK LOVER
the pen hovered over the page,
unsure.
then a sentence arrived
shy, but determined~
a small creature swimming out of the ink.
Some say a cluttered desk
Suggests a cluttered mind,
But, in my case, it seems
Makes things harder to find.
Written July 7, 2022
this is a must file
if
you sit for awhile
have plan
mabe in hand beer can
read a book
as you read and look
it must be near
so you can rest
DESK AND A CHAIR
You're next to my crush
the love of my life
you shouldn't sit there
that spot isn't yours
IT'S MINE!!!!!!!
Give it back to me
you don't deserve it
I him
I deserve it
Give.
It.
Back.
Form:
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the antique glaze whispers ink-stained tales,
its drawer still holds her vanished breath~
a quill, a seal, three unread wills,
and time's thin dust.
She hid under my desk.
Waiting for me.
To discover her.
Thinking it was going to be hilarious.
It was not.
When the principal took a seat in my chair,
Attempting in vain to wipe smiles
Off two culprits faces
I saw him sitting there
so beautiful and sweet
wind swept hair from the
school air conditioning
The desk next to you is empty
and I hear it calling my name
I'm too shy to talk
but my heart longs for you
babe at the desk
Form:
Tulips on My Desk
God's own handiwork...
In a Waterford vase....
A Calico cat's breath, upon on my chest....
Panagiota Romios
4/30/2019
2:20pm PST
Form:
wide computer screen
white copy paper
folders and files
markers and pencils
large laser printer
pack of gel pens
swingline stapler
green plaid scotch tape
purple ruler
paper punch
paper clips
ink cartridge
scissors
pushpins
desk
A lazy man sings
Of how much work his desk brings,
But too lazy is he
To do anything but sleep.
A lazy man gives
So many explanations, yet still
Nothing, nothing but sleep.
A lazy man's wish
Is to one day be rich
But not a day does he
Sow, so he can reap.
What vain creatures we are
We actually think we are THE star
Of the universe
What if we are
Merely a small part
One idea is that we are
On God’s desk
in a snow globe our galaxy
as only one of the snow flakes
We are not perhaps aware
That much more is out there
Sir,
With all
My due
Respect,
Don’t curse him
Into the sea,
You might want first
To know his will,
He, who gave you all,
For you, my son
To be
On that fine leathered chair—
0r else,
You ages, for nothing!
Your
Guidance
Counselor,
A father.
Walnut legs embellished with designs
Dainty red and yellow roses
Painted on her pretty top
She sit in the corner
Like beautiful queen
Four sculptured drawers
My little
Writing
Desk
Kleenexes
Clorox wipes
A roll of tape
Kitty cat eyes on a pink pencil box
red apple peeks out behind yellow thermos
hand sanitizer
unused pencil sharpener because I forgot I had one
three folders with lesson plans
a marked up notebook
laptop computer
stapler
my desk is on fire with usefulness today
on my desk
books read and unread
pens used and unused broken pencil
red massager few silver coins
torn papers black razor poisonous medicines
worn blue steth knee hammer car keys
batteries old and dead half drunk cup
of black coffee half written living poems
unfinished sketches dust on the unseen corners
Form:
My desk was once a fallen ancient tree,
And I was never what I want to be.
My heart was once a sheltered enemy,
Until these walls were opened up for me.
And now I write my heart into its grain,
This desk is strong and manages my pain.
Your halo heart to which I will remain,
Upon my desk until you come again.
Crowded Desk
Room to write.
Writer’s block.
Pen to the paper.
Get to work.
Crowded desk.
Crowded thoughts.
These are your words.
Art to color.
Mind racing.
Document your life.
Be descriptive.
Be true, be different.
Crowded mind.
Take a walk anytime.
Clear the air.
Another poem not written.
The faerie who almost got caught
Was trembling when the writing hand
Almost knocked her out of her
Inkwell hiding place.
Her heart beat wildly.
She had to put her hand over
Her mouth, so she would not
Scream. Which should have
Alerted me to her hiding place,
Me being psychic and all,
But it didn’t.
Well-done, faerie.
Well-done, indeed!
Just pen and paper
To help escape from the troubles of yesterday.
Pen full, yet paper empty
Lighting a cigarette
Inhaling that menthol once more.
Exhaling
I watch my cloud of smoke fade
Just as my words fade from my head again.
Ashes fall on blank paper where words should be.
Pen full and paper still empty,
But maybe tomorrow
Words might stay.
A bottle of sore throat relief spray lies on my desk
Along with sixteen torn up pages of past written poems
My cell phone sits here too, a box of Kleenexes, six notebooks
There are two computer monitors on this desk
I like clutter, it makes me feel safe and loved
Is that a barrette? I watch it moving steadily away
A tiny pincher bug, adding a bit of life to this mess
I have enjoyed to write
It'll be a part of me
Whether it is a letter
Or writing along poem
For the longest time
I have wanted to own
An antique writing desk
To write letters and poetry
I've been searching long
Always looking,looking
For my writing desk
Unable to find it at all
Now I will continue
To search until I do
This is what must be done
Until I do find it
Sitting at my Desk Among the Aspen and Pine
David J Walker
The intoxicating scent of
pinion pine
on the mountain
In the rain
I cannot explain
Its rejuvenating qualities
I only know
I am renewed
And the solitude
Of Aspen denuded
In the first snow
Of the season
Defines the reasons
I go
As often as possible
Sitting at my desk
Among the
Aspen and Pine