Sits Poems - Poems about Sits

Time stops for no one Poetry Contest Sara Jama From the first heartbeat to the very last From the first cry to the last gasp Life and time rise and then fall The hands on the external clock never pausing As the legs of the day keep moving From dashing sunrises to dashing sunsets To the everlasting stars and moons in the sky To...

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She Sits In Her Little Room - She sits in her little room Dried flowers and jasmine scent And writes the words of promise Hoping to transcend She often paints in memory Upon the walls of dream Where specs of stardust glisten Upon a sea of love She roams the woods of fairytale On twilight's misty eve And tumbles with the Autumn leaves To plant a sacred...

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The visitors arrive and I must bear Their comments are not that I really care. I stare at them as they would stare at me; Until they break the ice, act so beastly. Listen to their litany of abuse, "Look well, her eyes are closed, having a snooze?" "Isn't this an invert of a known painting?" "Nice auburn hair though she...

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I had heard about the new gardener down the road for years. She had been unwelcomed by neighbors because of their fears. Has a lion for a pet, and sits on him too, one of them told me. I brought over a welcome basket of fruit and some peach tea. I would have been here sooner, but I used...

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Ever so Royal She sits Before me Answer a face luminates Her nose Embraces my aroma my sense blessedness connect holds her intelligent WOMAN IN THE GOLDEN CHAIR such a beautiful mind articulating her shoulder her shoulder blades that's you heavenly her breast nervous the infant children babes her stomach belly feels filled with...

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There is an angel who sits upon my shoulder who goes by the name of Death, And though I cannot always see him, upon my neck I can always feel his breath As he whispers to me relentlessly, deftly using my soul’s own Shibboleth. He is my phantasmagorical companion from which there has thus far been no escape, One...

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Scottish dog sits on his Celtic mama’s lap Barking, growling, and lunging at every sap Who dares to try to court his mama, Miss LaBlap. You’ll never get married, says her Grandpa Rap. That may be says his granddaughter, who likes to clap. But I need my doggie, he keeps suiters from annoying me during my nap. You are the only...

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There sits the City Gold Where robbers ne'er grab hold, Nor rot, nor moth, nor mold. There sits a lava moat Not passable by boat Nor rope, nor writ, nor hope. Outside the people scheme As wise as any seem, To enter, distant dream. And there the doctors sly, Sell passage to passers by. Yet all who purchase, die. This city, see, is truth. Those lofty minds in...

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She sits on the outer looking in As the party is in full swing Another family gathering With all the happiness and laughter it brings Her family….children and grandchildren Her reason since their birth Nurturing, worrying and loving them Her purpose on this earth She reflects back on their younger years The days of prams, parks and play Of afternoon naps and cuddles Forever sharing their...

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Sitting by your side he sits “His arm around you and says, It's okay to let go, I'll always walk beside you And lay my head by yours. Never worry, for I'll always be with you. “ 1/28/2023...

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Haven’t sorted this years poems And another year is looming Yet my fingers dance and play Upon the keyboard every day Some say the poems that I write Are seamless, flowing, very tight Others pass them, look away Refer to them as cliched, trite Yet being “kind” I don’t reply Just shake my head and sadly sigh For they have missed the subtle twists Of metaphoric...

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Across the living room Quietly sits a chair In glum despair With no one sitting in it anymore It's cushion barely bruised nor used Since it once patron has past on And one can only hope he is as comfortable now As he was whence here sat upon his favorite chair Because that chair was in effect his throne and so made...

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The fire within her burning bright, her eyes, now dry, once overflowed. She sits alone and waits to write. It nearly snuffed her inner light; his passing seems so long ago, the fire within her burning bright. They don’t know grief, but that’s alright. She braves a smile, puts on a show. She sits alone and waits to write. She feels his presence every...

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There’s a voice that hides with message plain “IT STILL IS NOT ENOUGH” No matter how the phrases turn “THEY LACK THE FINER STUFF” It sits in judgment undeterred to flame and scold unbound To speak when I’m inopportune —and turn me inside out (Dreamsleep: June, 2022)...

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In darkness she sits Her existence now revolving around mind created horrors. Her child, not at home. Has been away for weeks, perhaps months, for she has lost sense of time. She feels the anger, the rage. She does however understand the purpose, the cause, the reason But her mind is overwhelmed by the feelings of the heart. Confused and disheartened, she...

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