We, the chairs, the cribs, the well-worn hymnals. by Catherine Turner. I learned to love, I learned to care. Patrick Rosal is the author of Brooklyn Antediluvian (Persea Books, 2016), Boneshepherds (Persea, 2011), My American Kundiman (Persea, 2006), and Uprock Headspin Scramble and Dive (Persea, 2003). Broken Little Chairs Poem by Liilia Talts Morrison. To find another girl to fawn. Beyond The Empty Chair Look beyond the empty chair To know a life well spent Look beyond the solitude To days of true content Cherish in your broken heart Each moment gladly shared And feel the touch of memory Beyond the empty chair. That broken chair still sits there, / by the lake with all its beauty, / just where Dad had always placed it, / before another tour of duty. More About This Poem Perhaps the World Ends Here By Joy Harjo About this Poet Joy Harjo was born in Tulsa, Oklahoma, and is a member of the Muscogee (Creek) Nation. I found a broken glass and looked at it to see my dissolved face a little prettier I found a steep doorway and entered in order to close my exit. This poem appeared in Poem-A-Day on April 18, 2014. Broken Chains Ministry of Akron, Ohio is a nonprofit organization helping men and women of Summit County through Restorative Justice and Workforce Development Programs return to the community as productive, contributing members following incarceration. / It will stay there till he comes home, / till hes back amongst his peers, / till he touches all our hearts, / . I'd braid her hair, on stools and chairs, on leather couches, and porch stairs. She came back the next day with a broken chair and asked again. From the poem 'Blue Stanzas” ― Munia Khan, Beyond The Vernal Mind “I found an empty chair and sat on it to find myself even emptier. Published at the web's largest poetry site. With its bentwood frame, cantilevered seat, and curved backrest, the Poäng chair is one of Ikea’s most recognizable pieces. Funeral Guide www.funeralguide.co.uk . standing on top of the chair the rope is around my neck in less than a second, The chair wiggles, before I know it the chair tips over I should be happy I got my wish but its all because I grabbed the broken chair. Whenever I walk to Suffern along the Erie track I go by a poor old farmhouse with its shingles broken and black. He'd yank it, pull it tight. I suppose I've passed it a hundred times, but I always stop for a minute And look at the house, the tragic house, the house with nobody in it. Browse the Poem-A-Day archive . I never have seen a haunted house, but I hear there are such things; That they hold the talk of spirits, their mirth and sorrowings. More than 40,000 poems by contemporary and classic poets, including Robert Frost, Emily Dickinson, Sylvia Plath, Langston Hughes, Rita Dove, and more. She earned her BA from the University of New Mexico and MFA from the Iowa Writers’ Workshop. On this broken wooden rocking chair, My father used to braid my hair. Read Liilia Talts Morrison poem:They're gone now. Little children Dressed in white and pink and blue. Pleat it, But it'd look alright. Years went by and I was gone.