I dreamed about the chair.
Its black rattan legs scuttling
as it edged its way closer,
keeping to the shadows
as nightmares do.

#poetry   #dark   #chair  
Silence Screamz
Silence Screamz
Aug 18, 2015

Temple in my mind
Simple tear in vain
Strap me in the chair
Intimidate the pain

Trip the god damn switch
Flickers come the light
My death is in the air
Murdered by your sight

Simple piece about an execution
#death   #tears   #chair   #electrocute   #strap  
BE Twain
Sep 25, 2016

It was some yesterday,
sitting in my high chair
eating salted cucumber slices
a wooden one
three adjustments only
locked in
a bumble bee landed on my arm
the pain raced through my blood and brain
little pin pricks
I could not get out
my memory stops there
sitting in my chair.

Megan H
Megan H
May 16, 2015

An empty chair
In the center of a dark room
Filled with tormented souls
Thinking of the damned
The lost
The forgotten.
The empty chair
There to remind them
Of all their loss
All of their grief
An empty chair
That used to be occupied
In a bright room
Filled with lively souls
Thinking of futures
Of universes
Of stars
An empty chair that once held hope.

When you lose somebody, it feels as if all hope is lost.
#sad   #life   #death   #hope   #loss   #soul   #chair  
Jan 21, 2015

Dust flits gently on its arm; slowly & lazily.

As if not to cut, tear the patiently sewed seams.

Cotton against yellowing white thread.

The sanctuary for reminiscing about mesmerising scenes

The throne for Kings and Queens without crowns to be seen

I'm overwhelm by ecstasy as I bask in this endless elation of delectation.

Hello there you, you and you!
TAH-dah!! First ever ever collaboration with a brilliant writer, Jamie King.
I am so eeek. happy, at how two different writing styles can meld together! :')

Thanks Jamie, again!
Italics (Amanda)
Bold (Jamie)
#king   #chair   #queen  
Sep 23, 2015

If you touch me
You may get
A splinter

So let me rot

I am worth
To anyone

#metaphor   #sad   #hurt   #old   #chair   #loneliness   #useless   #worthless   #wooden   #splinter  
Bird chairs may have not caught on yet
PJ Poesy
PJ Poesy
Mar 22, 2016

I am a bird chair
Bird chairs may have not caught on yet
but I promise you
they soon shall
I work well with a bird lamp

Wave at Window and Book Me
a How-To-Encyclopedia
of bird chairs and lamps
Chapter Four is all bird flags
You know how hot suburban jungle gets

Stringing lights around moon
is not  so difficult
When wind is at your back
much easier in a bird chair
And with a bird lamp

Shoe painting is mentioned
in the glossary
just in reference to
sadness your bird chair
might be experiencing

If you wish to re-floor carpet bag
bird chairs are perfect
Big things are happening in bird chairs
Look out for bird jet next

n the chair in the room, rather all the chairs in our lives.
Carlos Torres
Carlos Torres
May 8, 2014

This is dedicated to the chair in the room.

No, not the elephant. He is too obvious. He is merely an inconvenience people ignore as they go about their lives. I mean the chair in the room, rather all the chairs in our lives.

Chairs are silent, to us they only seem to have the purpose to support and comfort us. this is to those who go about their lives asking for little and drawing no attention to themselves. Yet they are always there to give us a break. To help us get our work done, to help our tired legs and minds.

This is to those who are selfless in their relationships. For they give no expectation of returned favor.

This is to the chairs in our lives.

Joseph Bruin
Joseph Bruin
Jan 29, 2014

I sit upon an impossible throne,
The world's most comfortable chair.
It's all I'll ever wish to own
Though I forget it's even there.

My chair is ergonomical,
Conforming right to me.
Whatever I find desirable
It suits every want and need.

I feed it everything I have
But it never is enough,
Everyday my fingers bleed
Stuffing it with fluff.

I only see in front of me,
My chair it does not turn.
And as far as I can see
My chair is the whole world.

My chair is all I'll ever know
I seldom choose to leave it.
It scarcely ever lets me go
It's all I can believe in.

I don't know what I'd do without it,
Perhaps get up and get a life.
But instead I'll sit and stagnate,
Dying in my own delight.

An odd allegory for consumerism
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