Short Patio Poems
Short Patio Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Patio by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Patio by length and keyword.
Appears a pigeon at leisure
nonchalantly walking hopping from table to table
~ looking for attention and treats
AP: 1st place 2025
a teeny breeze
white linen napkins
Grecian vineyard
welcoming patio
I write my poetry
in between bites of chicken
no one could be more content
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Blow
The winds
Thru the trees
Undulating
Breeze
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Light
At night
Shining bright
On the path
Glows
Evening surrenduring,
I am at-once bird and man.
I cannot see the sky,
Because I am the sky.
The warmth of simple bounty
Rolls through me in waves.
Leave your scarring ridges
To be remembered in the ebbs,
You, now, as my old friends laughter.
In a checker board pattern of red and grey
make a small patio near a tree for shade
Enough for two chairs and a short walkway
feeling some pride for the stones you laid
Simple but solid you sit as dogs play
patio stones for a small rest area to relax away.
A patio umbrella
That provides a patch of shade
Makes a backyard much more pleasant,
Worth each penny that you paid.
For the glaring sun can scorch you
Or make sweat run down your face
But beneath your canvas rooflet,
There's a cool and comfy place.
Someone sure deserves a medal,
Plus some royalties in pay,
For outwitting what Apollo
Thinks it's fun to send our way.
To go outside on the deck
Two doors must be opened
First the glass door to be unlocked
Then the screen door opens next
Two people working outside
One person inside the house
A person comes to the door
Opens the screen door to speak
"I need a bottle water please"
The person inside the gives the water
Person leaves the door sits on the grass
Now the person insde has a good laugh
Patio Time
By: Miracle Man
December 6 2020
The dense fog scatters as sun rises,
Birds sing, and Fox Squirrels chatter.
Will today’s news bring dire surprises,
or additional fluff that doesn’t matter.
Patio wind chimes now start tinkling,
and northwest breeze causes coffee to cool.
what lies in store today, I’ve no inkling,
God holds the answers, I’m just His tool.
I stand, staring out
the French door windows,
admiring the new patio
I painstakingly built by hand.
Each brick, each tile
laid with precision.
Every potted plant
perfectly placed to
compliment the view
of the freshly pruned
hedges that round
the curtilage.
My wife would have
truly appreciated the
artistry and detail
Perhaps her spirit
still can...
from her earthen bed
beneath the tiles.
there’s something dreary
about a terrasse drenched in rain
can’t help but take it personally
like a missed invitation
to an afternoon drink with friends
or a cancelled party
a dull hush lacks warmth
too early or too late
no one at the rendez-vous
no welcoming sunshine
stood up by the host
a final rinse
the rain lets up
the earth on pause
before the sun breaks through
and sets everything on cue
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
The serenade
of dancing chimes,
echoes in the breeze
of July.
From a distance,
linger the carols:
of kookaburras
and gentledrones.
In the meadows paved
of callow blossoms,
bunnies canter
like summer snowballs.
Flutterbies woo
each crimson leaf,
sneaking pollens in pockets
like naughty imps.
“Ah, this is the life.”
I manage to say,
as my lips experience
earl grey.
With that, I perch
on the wicker chair,
and savor the wedding
of cinnamon and pears.
Chillin on the patio me and my Daddio
Jammin on the radio on my Bro's stereo
Then came a loco girl from Cocomo
She wore a thin muumuu doing quite a show
The music got too too loud oh don't you know
Then the Popo made a sudden cameo
They said oh no the radio had to go
Or it was bye bye for me and my Daddio
So it was bye bye radio on the patio
Then the muumuu went away very slow
Since there was just no no other place to go
The party on the low low on the kitchen flo