Table Poems - Poems about Table

...How can they say silence has no sound? Make it go away. Floor-felled, right ear pressed to the phone, cowering in a quarry of quiet between coffee table and couch. Yes, I tell her, <>...Read the rest...

...A big, glass bowl of oranges with eight pleated butterflies— perfectly symmetrical etched along the side. The sunlight, with all the eagerness, all the youth of morning pouring through......Read the rest...

...I've toiled in shadows, my hands calloused and worn, Laboring silently, my spirit tattered and torn. For the promise of pennies, I've bent my back low, While the masters of plenty reap what I sow.......Read the rest...

...morning stillness I sit at my table and look out the window after rain the sun pokes through clouds waking dreams ......Read the rest...

... He appeared out of nowhere and convinced me to sit with him for a drink. His eyes were wide and glistening, his brow - of the knowledge within. I asked him his name and where he had been living......Read the rest...

... Now you have gone away, I have not much to say. Remembering sitting on the bay, even when the big clouds were gray. I know you could not stay, what I would give for one more day. You went on......Read the rest...

... I went for my early morning run, just me and my young son. It was to be a lot of fun, then home for a hot cross bun. We waved to Mary's grandson, <>...Read the rest...

...He enters the room with raw emotions as he reflects on the commotion that lead him to file the case, he had blood dripping from his eyes and he swore to get the man that throw urine in his bed and br......Read the rest...

...the lunchbox moment. I can feel the looks of disgust as I make my way to the table, I sit down, others stand up, walk away. kids grimace at the meal I’ve placed in front of myself, “ew” and “wh......Read the rest...

...I have one of those faces that tells on me As sure as if I had opened my mouth The crowd around the table is laughing They all saw my face fall They know it’s too late to bluff. There is no purp......Read the rest...

...You will regret me I said waveringly not realizing the seriousness of the words just spilt out over my tired lips you will regret not treating me the way you treat other girls for is my worth com......Read the rest...

...In the heart of the country, a veil of mystery and melancholy floats, And threading along the leaf of life, these methods seem a sinister symphony. Open borders, and immigration comes like an under......Read the rest...

... Nervous I sat, waiting to be called. I wasn’t sure what it was he said, but it meant a lot to me. Then I realized, he was not talking to me. <>...Read the rest...

... "The Relevance of Unspoken Poetry" These are “my people”, are they not? I spread my wings like a Cormorant and went deep diving deep deep deep full speed, into the......Read the rest...

...I like my soup hot, fresh, cold but bone broth is the basis for what makes soup, soup. Not stones. Stones have no nutritional value. Throw me a bone and I’ll put in my soup. All alone. By itself,......Read the rest...