Chair Poems

Chair poems bring the best collection of short and long chair poetry. Poems for him and her and every poetry lover. These great chair rhymes are so amazing they will touch your heart and keep you craving for more. Hope you find your own deep meanings in these chair poems. They are decent, rhyming, free spirited and true. Thoughts on chair are here for you.

The Rocking Chair

The Rocking Chair prose poem

Sitting on my rocking chair, I write from the perspective of a wheelchair thanking God for open doors and cursing people for treating me like a dog on the floor Sometimes you need things,simple things, good, bad things will come

The Empty Chair

The Empty Chair short poem

The echo of my footsteps As I walk past the porch. The creaking of the rocker As the breeze gives it a push. Tell me a story chair, Of all that you have seen: Boys and girls on their bikes,

The Empty Chair

The Empty Chair short poem

The echo of my footsteps As I walk past the porch, The creaking of the rocker As the breeze gives it a life. Tell me a story chair, Of all that you have seen: Boys and girls on their bikes,

The Empty Rattan Chair

The Empty Rattan Chair short poem

As I hold her wrinkled hand in mine I look at her eyes so divine The smile on her face shows joy in her heart It shall remain and never depart… She sits in her rattan chair She falls asleep

A Wooden Chair

A Wooden Chair prose poem

He is still leaning, without arms, on legs doomed to be broken. His profession is lively death, solitude and cold. He remembers nothing from his far past, except for birds’ songs, the rustle of pale leaves, the bubble of a

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Shall Rock you, some more!

Shall Rock you, some more! short poem

Built to perfection, designed for comfort Polished warm brown, with cushions floral.. Often, admired a while, by those on road I waited a keen eye, to take me home… And then came in, a dainty inquiring lady Ah, but look

My Father Behind The Wheel

My Father Behind The Wheel long poem

My room was the old garage attached to the house festooned with posters and dirty underpants my father’s Mercedes was a sacred relic with a flavor of old leather upholstery. It rested in its own building. there must have been

The Dream

The Dream short poem

The clock stuck 3:00AM; My cellphone alarm said, “Sleep Lakhan” I switched off the lights and turned the fan on; Went to sleep, as it was almost dawn. Dream started: I was sitting in a coffee shop working on my

Oh You Haunt Me So

Oh You Haunt Me So short poem

I just can’t ever run away from you You’re always present everywhere I go It is your face on people that I see A shadow anywhere that I may be I sleep amidst your memory in bed You figured in

Himself A Poet

Himself A Poet long poem

Sitting in a cushioned chair in his living room, absurdly comfortable, while he reads Georg Trakl’s late poems, the old man, himself a poet, drifts into a shallow sleep. He is alone in that place of Being, where desire and

Places I Didn’t Go

Places I Didnt Go short poem

The years have come The years have passed. All I can think is They have gone so fast. I remember thinking of Things I wanted to do, New places and people Every day would be new. Now here I am,

Ode To Sausages

Ode To Sausages short poem

An Ode to Sausages I cannot get my email messages I sit here eating mash and sausages I waited for my lunch to come and now it’s done and in my tum. This pub is by a lake with boats

The Tempting Dance

The Tempting Dance short poem

There she sits waiting with wine glass in hand And so demure, but for the place and time So, I whisked her out of this drunken band ‘Take me home,’ she said, as our watches chime Her room is furnished

Happiness Scripts

Happiness Scripts long poem

Project Happiness .. she informs me… The genuine smile, or laughter aloud, The Happy one, what paths are urged. Blissful moments, that made their way. Victory, Peace, Success, and Truth.. Others had picked the choices away. Though Happiness, now she

Therapy

Therapy long poem

I’m sitting over here and you’re sitting over there, I always know my “allocated” chair, I have to admit I am sceptical though, I do my best to never let it show. I cringe when I remember the things I’ve

Father Poems you must read this Father’s Day

Father Poems you must read this Father’s Day poetry articles

He was the first man your eyes opened to.. The shivering hand that touched your tiny nose.. The strong arm you cuddled on.. His love that kept brimming but never spilled.. Those eyes that made everything seem within reach.. That

Tears For The Lost Memory

Tears  For The Lost Memory prose poem

It was like yesterday when the rain was failing and it never seems to stop when the sun was shining but it never seems to set. But today I was lift with the memory I thought things will continue to

Dreams Of A Life

Dreams Of A Life long poem

As a new day dawns and I open my eyes, I look upon a world in painless surprise. A smile creeps across my hopeful face as I lie in bed, my comfy place. A tentative move; a testing stretch but

I Thought And I Believe

I Thought And I Believe short poem

I thought my life would be the longest in the world, As I see in my ways there were many obstacles, I was too greedy to climb them all, Even if I’ll have a great fall. But then God came

The Widow

The Widow prose poem

Dawn did arrive and brought soft light across a sand-filled shore, but no one knew the sadness that the widow there did bore. The young new widow with bare feet and loneliness at heart, walked slowly down the sandy beach,

When I First Told You

When I First Told You long poem

When I first told you, I love more than ever, You looked deeply into my eyes and said, We’re just friends, and I’ve loved you never. Yes, I was a little broken, When you said it all to me, I

Midday Dreams With Dragonfly

Midday Dreams With Dragonfly long poem

Dragonfly on the rock. Daydreams in the sky. Men that matter on the deck. Women a far cry. Children fishing on the rocks, gathering crabs that claw. Picking nets of blue synthetic, meshed like entwined twine. Twirling networks on ship

Childhood Trifles

Childhood Trifles short poem

Those days the sun flew over me like corn flour, freshly ground at the millrace. Even in winter it was yellow when I pressed it down with my thumb, like an unfastened button on my chest. I could hardly cut

Eternity

Eternity short poem

By the mirror side she sat, On a small caned chair, Looking at the tall figure, Combing her long dark hair, Frown on the little face, To resolve her loneliness, A baffled look stared at her, A playmate she wanted

Forgotten Chairs Along Lake Arthur

Forgotten Chairs Along Lake Arthur long poem

I see them each day on my way to global politics 201 years worn, moss filled with cracks along the armrests I can remember one day seeing, two lovers in those chairs surely their intent, to facilitate the couples conversation

A Few Steps Before The Storm

A Few Steps Before The Storm short poem

Bones of driftwood wind ornaments clatter leak sand onto the porch, years removed from the sea sky darkening since noon, wind coming in a variable rush quelling the waves while gulls knife across the Sound there’s a greening smell from

कब?

कब? azad nazm

ग़म नहीं है तुम्हारे न होने का बस एक अजीब सा अधूरापन है, जैसे के कमरे के बीच से किसी ने अलमारी, पलंग, मेज़, गुल कर दी हो, अब, आवाज़ें गूंजती हैं दीवारों से टकरा कर मेरे ही पास लौट

Social Justice And Chritianity

Social Justice And Chritianity prose poem

While striving to be a good person and being socially concerned I do not believe in utopia. I do not believe in the perfection of man on this earth. I do not believe man can make a just and good

The Little Muffin King

The Little Muffin King short poem

Hi there,I’m your “Little Bit”of a muffin king.To keep my”Little Bit”of a fur coat clean, I tie a “Little Bit”of an apron around my waist. For my grandma I’m creating a surprise!Grandma loves bran muffins. Bran muffins are grandma’s favorite.”King

Closet Keepers

Closet Keepers elegy

Coming out of the closet, a whole new meaning? Meeting you for the first time was like a dream, yes a dream, all of my colours became vivid and bright, I was floating on cloud, I believed it was cloud

My Mistake

My Mistake short poem

Conceived in love’s folded wings: I sit and watch him from the next table – fair-haired and impish, he swings his sturdy little legs. “Don’t fidget, darling! You’ll fall off your chair…” The words should have come from my mouth.

Going Nowhere

Going Nowhere short poem

On the blue icicles you were colliding with orbiting electrons naked legs on the rocking chair were expecting the visual words to spook for clairvoyance with the sun decline beyond borders my eyes are damp, I know the bottom was

Angel Forever

Angel Forever short poem

I wonder… When I look at an empty street… When I look at an empty home… When I look at your empty chair… In a war, how can everything be fair? I look at our young son, He’s just started

Fly On The Wall

Fly On The Wall short poem

The pen picked a fight with the paper The four walls looked on in disdain The pen broke its nib in the caper But inflicted a horrible stain The pen lay there battered and broken The paper had two big

Grizzly

Grizzly prose poem

Outrageous outbursts of Victorian values imposed on the young cub. Irreverent ranting relates a sepia shaded childhood that didn’t exist. “The kids of today don’t know how it was. They don’t want to know!” He leans forward in his chair

Wanderlust

Wanderlust short poem

I truly love Canada always my home though if I could this planet I’d roam India fascinates me chaos and all China’s a mystery that long friggin’ wall Cuba’s resilient they keep trudging on more than paid for their sin

Forgetting

Forgetting long poem

Let’s paint these walls red, With the blood of our dead. Of the lost and wounded, the sad and depressed. Let’s paint that chair green, With the leaves of the trees. The trees cut down, every day, week, month, year.

Not That Type Of Poem

Not That Type Of Poem long poem

Sorry death But I’m going to cheat on you With life that is She’s too beautiful With her crisp fresh air days And her sun filled rays In this poem This girl lives for another day I finally wake up

Nothing But Abandoned

Nothing But Abandoned ode

Reporting my story to you Live on CNN the Cable Network News Interviews with Christiane Amanpour So ambitious she wants to write my memoir Like TmZ hasn’t already asked for more Even though I’m so unknown Boy from the projects

Prison

Prison short poem

Hidden within my locked mind Are words that fight all the time Each one a story to tell All about my prison cell I wish that sometimes They could say Happy times Will come my way But instead the words

An Old Snap

An Old Snap short poem

There’s a big room in the house- It has many doors. Colourful lights reach my eyes, From underneath those doors: Red, then green, …blah blah blah. An old snap on the southern wall- It doesn’t pull me anymore. There’s a

Dealing With Less In A Dying Town

Dealing With Less In A Dying Town long poem

An old boar squirrel has made a home in the tall skinny house across the street. he must think himself lucky to have the space. I watch him build his treasury on the jade kitchen linoleum dark nuts arranged like

Substantial Shadow

Substantial Shadow short poem

Walking on dead leaves covering the grass to and fro, to and fro in solitude, hiding behind the mask, pithy face, ideas rebounding, a loaded eloquence, opening a dialogue with self, quietly bleeding inside. You are hearing the sounds of

The Guests In My Room

The Guests In My Room prose poem

I know I see these words sitting across the room They look at me, some wait, Few of them are feasting among themselves, and The others waking me up, Pulling me, trying to push me out of bed. And few