Best Chair Poems

I leave the sun-dappled autumn sidewalk, entering the office

The empty chair there lingers.
dark tendrils coiling in my mind—
my blind rage pleading for quiet healing.

flashbacks clash like striking thunder
opening buried treasures of truth.
and in that final brand searing cry
My heart reborn, mindlessly adrift in spectral mist.

I...

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The Empty Chair at Christmas
by Robert J (Bob) Moore

As Christmas rolls around again, we should take time to remember
to pause, and think of people, who were with us last December
Family, friends, and neighbours, who have left us since that day
an empty space within our heart,...

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The pale face of nature, of flowers and treetops
Has been lost without color, behind frost in the meadow
Under snow on the fence post, and the ice on the willow

So tattered and bobbing, and weary of hiding
So weary of biding her time in the fog
Tired of...

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My favourite chair
Said to me one night
Hey! Highlander
What you going to write
 
Is it going to be a fantasy
A Haiku or a Senyru
What ever comes from your thoughts
It's from the inner you
 
I have supported and rested 
While you have written your writes
From many an...

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I am but a slave among lives hidden features
Who cares what I crave midst these two-legged creatures
I crave superb polish and fine furniture wax
Extremely strong wood glue and upholstery tacks
To be moved more toward the shade and less in the sun
To have a tung oil...

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A Chair and Music

How deep in pain I met the day,
Yesterday’s old emotions had gone into play,
To top the mood, the skies were gray,
My mind toppled into past forays.

Drifting, not thinking, just in pain,
What could I do to undo the past,
Knowing full well the impossibility,
Hoping,...

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Footprints have frozen in Winter's hard ground
from a cold angry night when my love fled
into a world of despair and rain
the cabin door is still open...banging
by restless winds that sweep across its wooden floor 
where we once danced to music in candlelight

now... covered by dust...

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exposed and heart beating,
in the quiet of the hum.  

every thought bounces off the walls,  
ricochet, causing my stillness.  

nothing beyond this space,  
inertia tells me so.  

when it's all too neat, we can't make a mess.  
maybe the...

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Rocking Chair
(The Autistic Child)

Born with walls constructed in her mind, 		
She keeps the world and all its threat at bay,		
Inside her rocking chair day after day,		
A month, a year, an hour, no sense of time		
Just rocking, rocking all her life away.		

Christmas comes and presents pile...

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IN    THE   DENTIST’S   CHAIR

Lean  back and just relax
Put on these protective glasses please
Injection  -   this will not  hurt  at all
He says in fluent dentist-speak
Man with goggles and mask like an alien
Probing me...

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Grandpa’s chair still there

though stables are empty now

ghostly echoes of neighing

still hear Gramps praying

“Please, Lord, let me keep my farm”

blessings bestowed on our clan




*Entry for Rick’s “Chair in Shadowed Room” contest...

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my angel you are with me
in a way i never knew
just sitting here thinking
and spending time with you

we recall the good times
and lessons that we learned
sneered at the bad times
and hours that they burned

both learning truths
as God helped us to see
a little something about you...

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I slide in the chair as it begins to rise.
Legs hanging with heavy feet,
Bang them together, watch falling snow.
Brisk wind hits my face turning red.
The metal cold and wood wet,
Holding my poles dangling skis,
Nose gets numb during the ascent.
The view surreal I feel so blessed,
See...

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I've been watching you for hours now,
          wringing your hands
          pacing the floor
          watching the monitors
  ...

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where she used to rock her kids to sleep; 
arms empty now, she starts to weep.

4/24/2023 For  Line Gauthier's 'Bite Size Contest no.62' Poetry Contest...

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