#benches - Hello Poetry

Every single sunny day, There's a magic place, A brown bench by the baseball fields. Such a basic grace, When the sun shines down, You and I walk the way. Right on down to our favorite seat, Whether its summer, whether its spring, I can hold you all the same.

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Mar 18, 2025

Mar 18, 2025 at 2:24 PM UTC

AbbottJHardison

The Bench

Every single sunny day, There's a magic place, A brown bench by the baseball fields. Such a basic grace, When the sun shines down, You and I walk the way. Right on down to our favorite seat, Whether its summer, whether its spring, I can hold you all the same.

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We were flowers, twisted ‘round each other in red thread speaking soft words under soft rains – hard park benches pretending we didn’t love what was in the other’s head. We were flowers, one flower, ‘round and ‘round in red lipstick that stained and teethmarks from words left unsaid We were pacing old trodden paths digging old sodden trenches We were flowers, cut at the stem bleeding love bleeding red Speaking cold words in floods, sitting on lonely park benches.

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Apr 10, 2017

Apr 10, 2017 at 2:47 PM UTC

pearl-ra1n

Red (Triolet)

We were flowers, twisted ‘round each other in red thread speaking soft words under soft rains – hard park benches pretending we didn’t love what was in the other’s head. We were flowers, one flower, ‘round and ‘round in red lipstick that stained and teethmarks from words left unsaid We were pacing old trodden paths digging old sodden trenches We were flowers, cut at the stem bleeding love bleeding red Speaking cold words in floods, sitting on lonely park benches.

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My flights come and go, But the bench records my slouch As I’ve already grown wings.

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Jul 31, 2015

Jul 31, 2015 at 8:33 AM UTC