Sitting Poems - Poems about Sitting

A little bird sat upon my window steel, Cheep cheep it hummed as I sat so still, I wondered how where and when ,why and if ever it had adventures yet, For I sit still and gaze about no adventures here near or bound, Sadness forms from sitting still for if I had wings I'd fly free...

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What are the clouds sitting on? Carved castles Powerful shapes and delicate dollops But clouds are flat on the bottom. The clouds are flat on the bottom. They are like my great, great, great wrinkly old aunt Mildred. They must be sitting On an invisible something. A divide in atmospheric pressure? A mile-high, sky-top of our own human smog? Or the wall that the dragons...

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I usually give my dogs a treat in Cousin’s Park This is where my grandchildren once played. It has a fort, two slides, a swingset, and other kid stuff. The grandchildren have outgrown it. I should rename this Dog Park. But we have a metal sign that says Cousin’s Park. I don’t want to take that away from the grandchildren. Sometimes they...

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Sitting in it. The evening sunlight stretched across my lap like a thin blanket just meant to keep my legs warm. Birds chirp as they nestle in the trees. Their mother's outstretched arms. Fairies flicker in the golden light singing the flowers to sleep. Spirits of the sky and dirt bustle about as the day slips into night. Honey colored rays fade into pale...

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Thales the monist (But Phales first) Anaxamander's apeiron Bound by Thales's thirst Aristotle's forms are particular He found Plato forms peculiar A dualistic idealist Mathematically sure (Or so he thought) and no one bought Pythagoras's mysticism Mathematical or not And then there's Kant A metaphysical agnostic Hume's empiricism Is left to criticism And Barkley left a theological veneer On a history of philosophy so ***** Leaving no one to know for sure We'll...

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Attempting to think As these reasoners of Greece If I reason a thirty-secondly Of these, that'll give me peace I must admit this it is not how I get my kicks, Reading all this course material so prolix, In all fairness I must bequeath to give my attention to my teacher, To study in waters muddy Van Til and Bahnsen make clear to reason...

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It is over sixty degrees today Unusually warm for pre-March Kansas I sit on my porch, sunbathing Wearing corduroy slacks, a jacket and tennis shoes A swift breeze gives my face a bit of a chill My fingernails are black, so I do a little grooming What did I get into? The black comes out as crumbles. My dogs are overjoyed that...

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I was sitting on the dock of the bay listening to a song when Otis Redding happened to come walking along. He said, "You watching the ships roll in?" I said, "Yeah, and then watching ‘em roll away again." He said, "That stuff's really dug by some. I think it’s all pretty much ho-hum." ...

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SITTING ON MULTICOLORED CARPET SQUARES LOST IN THOUGHT, BUT THINKING OF NOTHING AND NOONE SO MANY RIVERS HAVE CHANGED IN RANGE OF FLOW UNEXPECTED ARE THE DIRECTIONS THAT THE ROCKS SKIP IT IS THEN THE THE MULTICOLORED CARPET SQUARES BECOME AMBIDEXTROUS UNPREDICTABLE ARE THE INTERCHANGES OF TIME ALL BREEZEWAYS AND ENTRYWAYS BECOME MORE NARROW WITH ABUSED AGE ALL OF A...

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My skin crawls as I watch a hand, disembodied, reach yet again into the Tollhouse bag. Bright, artificial yellow. It burns my eyes. Countless chocolate chips are shoveled down my gullet as if crumbs to a wretched, starving creature. I’m only jarred out of my sinful haze by catching si th r of my reflection. That face staring back at me -...

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SITTING ON HIS ICE THRONE In Stamford Bridge's chill air, he reigns, Cold Cole Palmer, Chelsea's icy veins. With passes sharp as winter's biting breeze, He freezes foes, with calculated ease.4 His icy grip on midfield, a frozen hold, Opponents shiver, as his legend unfold. With every touch, a crunching sound does rise, Cole's cold confidence, matches Chelsea's enterprise.8 Sitting on his ice...

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warmth floods over me when blue flowers are climbing sage red rose timing sitting on the stairs in sweet caress of warm winds gold noon never ends sitting among scents under lemon chiffon clouds in butterfly crowds soaking saffron sun as purple martins sing soft wealths of rich gold caught...

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Years and years ago I used to sit at the kid’s table My twin sister and I would wash all the dishes While our cousin who was spoiled stayed with the grownups Irritating us to the utmost degree Today I could sit at the old people table Or the young people table I choose to sit at the kid’s table Where I...

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You are beside me. I am beside you. None else is seen around, besides us two. Cessation, by ceaselessness, is erased. Unknowingly, are our hearts now replaced? These streams of fresh water that flow around These song-filled swaying reeds that make no sound These tiny lovebirds that chirp our murmurs Aren't these springtime nature's play performers? As rains soothe the earth with love,...

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