Sit Poems - Poems about Sit

I sit in the sun like a satisfied fat cat dogs hide under the slide with a ball and a bat they have fur coats, my husband says in their defense we are all sleeping heartily, none of us tense...

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When I'm with you on the phone I finally feel I'm not alone If you could ever sit with me I'd take that opportunity To tell you all about my life So that if you became my wife You'd know me, nothing I would hide We'd take our days and wèeks in stride And as the years stretched very long...

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In a sweet silence, I sit beside the elderly who have known time as an old friend, And I feel how their presence is like an open window to memories carefully wrapped, Their words flow slowly, like a river winding through the stones of a life lived, Their eyes wander between sky and earth, searching in worlds only...

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We sit a few inches apart, with bright screens separating us through an invisible ocean, We speak in pre-packaged echoes, algorithms feeding us thoughts that are not ours at all, I send you a message, and you respond with a reaction, a digital finger, a drawn heart that disappears, We gather in crowded rooms, silent, bowing our heads...

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Hours nibble at a low back strain. Tenuous strings were tugged lifting water bottles. You wonder how fragile you are, how vulnerable to those red tides that bend your iron like plasticine, turn you into a crooked question mark. Sit a while old man, sip tasteless water from a warm plastic bottle, imagine racing upwards leaping from mountain top to mountain top, get high on being...

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From where I sit. The dark gray clouds, producing the rain, that continues to tap, against the window pain. The absence of blue, in the sky above, brings dreary thoughts, a life without love. If God in his heaven, could answer one prayer, and send me relief, lift darkness and despair. It’s not a perfect woman, my heart truely seeks, but loving and warm, true heart that...

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Do you remember it … That one late spring day, Solemn, where two could sit A place nearby, but far away It must be there still … All around was dense with green A steep hill, a small hill … A footbridge in-between Leading down into the nook A place both shaded and quiet, And the bench by the brook Sat there waiting by...

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Draggletailed drippy dreary Doris Mable did not fit in With her uppity, snobby, snooty, pompous pampered kin The kids said Aunt Doris Mable, you can sit at our table They had knowledge of a babe, a manger, and a stable...

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This place where I sit so unfamiliar to me this is not what I had imagined not what I expected this is not the path I was walking on must have slipped through a wormhole a mysterious splice in time and materialized stumbling on the other side or, somehow swept up into a tornado drifted on the blustery wind spat out viciously, just like Jonah to this...

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It’s a privilege to come before Heavens King. He’s enthroned on high where Angels sing. Those gone on before us, the truth they now know. The answers to the question. Where do the bad go? Open my eyes Lord Jesus so your truths I can see. I desire to know what you have destined me to be....

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I was speaking to a friend She said nothing had changed But her eyes revealed That nothing was the same I stood looking at my friend I had known since just a child She indicated with her hand That we should sit for a while I was sitting with the friend Who had stood by me through thick and thin I tried to dismiss...

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I sit and sit and sit and sit and sit and sit and sit and sit When I get bored with sitting, I take a long happy nap Readying myself for the next ten years I feel twenty years older than I felt three weeks ago When I got sick, the illness kept me exhausted for twelve days Now I...

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I Could Sit Here” I could walk along this sandy shore. Crashing waves to and fro. Sandpipers chirping, Seagulls circling, White sails sailing. I could sit here for a while. I could hike this rocky trail. Relish the splendor of snowcapped peaks Bathe in an icy brook Cast a line without a fly Bull elk braying in the meadow below I could sit here for a...

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The house feels empty, now that your gone, your clothes are still in the cupboard as if your at home, the only place you would ever be, in the kitchen sitting across from me, I’d give the world to say I love you once more, because part of me feels like I didn’t say it...

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Oh! How I despise dawn’s blushing optimism and dried hydrangea blooms sepia skinned and papery thin. Humdrum hands beat doldrums drum. Why won’t the summer solstice light this darkness? A gnawing hollow where my heart should be. Where cinder clouds float in negative space memories collect like nesting sparrows beneath eaves. I stray, a waif lost with my armful of loss. Your death...

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