Poems about stood


№ 1209336

Time stood still


A vision in the distance
As if my mind deceives
This watercolor fancy
Of loveliness perceived

I dare not move a muscle
Or fight against my will
A breath might break the silence
As if all time stood still

A crisp cool wind a' blowing,
My heart does skip a beat
For but this man of simple means,
An angel comes to meet

I do not wish to startle,
Nor cause an ounce of fear
If this is but a truthful sight,
I pray let her come near

The sun it is not moving,
No shadows formed to play
As this angelic vision,
Walks to me this day

With open armed affection,
She takes me by the hand
And leads me to my fantasy,
Then whispers of her plan

This day shall last forever,
No setting sun to fill
As if such joy was meant to be
And time it does stand still

stood,  time.

Author: Jack
Date: 06/04/2020

№ 1208095

The Day The Earth Stood Still

The Earth cried that day
The day her mother fell to slumber
Ne'er again to wake
One resounding crash, boughs intertwined in perfect array
Her colors fading, losing their deep hues of umber
The world over shuddered with such a quake
For the fairies had forgotten their way

*Dance for the trees and not the tithes
Thus fell our Mother
The Tree of Life

day,  earth,  stood.

Author: Anon C
Date: 05/04/2020

№ 1207104

Stood Up (2-19-2013)

Lonely heart.
Passing glance.
Sudden spark.
Nervous smile.
Stuttered speech.
First attempt.
Lucky break.

Later date.
Pouring rain.
Waited hours.
Still alone.
Giving up.
Walking home.
Broken heart.


Author: Walter James Little V
Date: 04/04/2020

№ 1185224

As She Stood

She stood up against the wooden bar lit by a stale football field that shined florescent green and highlighted polyester blue like a muse of Van Gogh or Galileo. Her hair ran down the nape of her neck like a virgin waterfall and the light of the bar highlighted her sphinx like eyes as she turned and caught his eye. He stood at a small table away from the main bar with a couple of friends who were telling stories of their old college days and he, half-listening, quickly looked away, faking to scratch his eye, for he knew he had been caught looking at the back of her and she, with her women's intuition of being observed and knowing this, kept looking and he knowing the only way not to show he had been caught was to look away quickly and very obviously; like a bad actor caught dumb and silent, clueless of their next line. They blushed and shared the heat of embarrassment in their cheeks with the sounds of worn dollar bills slapping hard against the smooth wood of the bar, the bar man eyeing it angrily as cigarette smoke surrounded them and slowly drifted up like a lost soul toward the ceiling and the piano man, eyes tight shut played for everyone there when no-one cared to listen, all underneath the dim light of the bar as they strained to look away from one another, trying to find something they could put their focus upon, but, at the same time, wanting very much to look back and have their eyes meet by mistake all over again.

He focused on the design of the bathroom placards that were in the right corner of the tiny bar where you had to turn sideways and touch shoulder's with every soul inside just to get a drink. He feigned interest in the bronze design of the men's bathroom: a tiny boy looking down at his pecker as he pissed a 1/2 inch thick stream into what the man gathered to be a sunflower pot. The boy was thrusting his hips forward, both of his hands on his side, and he showed no smile, no grin of satisfaction or victory, just a stark, blank face, as if he were thinking "I am peeing in this pot. That is all. " The women's bathroom sign was of a young girl with the same kind of pot the boy had been pissing in, but it was missing the sunflower and was replaced by the bum of the girl. She stared up into the sky and into the ceiling lights and was dramatically reaching for a butterfly or bird - he couldn't make out which - something with wings and made him think of a basic metaphor that this poor little girl just wants to get off the pot and be free like the birds and butterflies and clouds in the wide blue sky.

She focused on the man's shoes. She looked at the black shine and the pristine black shoe laces, all looking like everything had just been purchased that day. "There is not a single scuff on them and the way this man cuffs his pants only a single turn, " she thought to herself, "Tells me he has something of a style on him". Not so run of the mill. Something special. Something of interest. * But then, she was annoyed by the cuff of the pants because she remembered that was what all the schoolboys in her prep school would do when the day was rainy or the boys rode their bikes home from school or they were nerds. The memory immediately turned her off of the man all together, but luckily, she put her gaze back on the jet-black, seemingly un-touched leather that told her success, class, and security.

The man heard a loud Cheer's! " from his table, abruptly bringing him out of his distraction. He was forced to turn and as he did, he made sure not to look up. He kept his eyes on the table and looked for the half-full beer with the worn Budweiser coaster underneath it. He could see from the his top periphery that she was still facing him but she was looking down at something toward the floor. He fumbled with his large hands for his glass and panned his eyes up slightly. The woman, seeing the movement at the table, looked up. She stared back to where she had first caught him looking at her and waited. The man felt her looking at him and in the same instant, saw the faded Budweiser coaster and reached for his beer. He picked the glass up and as the second Cheer! was yelled, he clashed his glass against all the others, all the while keeping his head not toward his friend's faces, but turned in the direction of the bar toward the girl. He smiled at her as he lowered his glass, not taking a drink. His friend slapped him on the back and told him, " You gotta' drink after the cheers or its bad luck, " and so he did, still staring dumbly at her as he did. She nodded at him with a self-conscious and embarrassed grin, raised her nearly gone low-ball glass of gin and tonic and tipped it toward him and turned around to face the bar.

"I"ll stand here and wait for him to come up to me, " she thought, "And if he doesn't the man is a coward and a louse and not worth my time. I have looked twice now and there is some rule in some magazine that I read somewhere, that if you look twice at a man that it is sign, not a coincidence. No, it has a purpose and though I barely know what reason I want this man to look at me other then to get a drink out of him and maybe some conversation, I am certain I have looked twice, maybe even three times. Yes. I have looked at him and I have made my interest known and now I must wait for him to either come or stay with his drunken friends. They look like frat boys cheering like that. They look like drunken, silly frat boys that wouldn't know the first thing about chivalry. Hell, they probably couldn't even spell the damned word. " She laughed under her breath and smiled maliciously to herself and caught her own reflection in the mirror and, for an moment, wanted to quickly look away. Her face did not frighten her, for she was a beautiful woman, not her skin, which was milky white with the faintest and gentlest dash of rouge on each cheek, nor her chocolate colored curls that bounded like boulder's down a hillside. She turned away from a look upon her eye she had not seen or had recognized in a very long time. Her eyes were frightened.

"Frightened? " she wondered.

The man put his beer glass on the table on top of the coaster. The foam rested at the bottom of the cup like the thin layer of ice that blows over a frozen lake, barely there at all passing with the wind. He stared at her back and liked how she leaned on her right hip and put the toe of her left high-heel to the ground, rocking the nose of the shoe back and forth like she was thinking about something playfully frivolous. Behind him, the noise of his friends became a hollow echo, drowned out by the draw of this woman. She swung her left heel back and forth like a pendulum trying to hypnotize him. Someone touched his shoulder but he shrugged the hand away as in this echo chamber he could only hear the music change tracks on the juke box. The song had changed to an old Ottis Redding song and there was nothing else in the world that he wanted to listen to in that moment. As he watched her, leaning into the bar seemingly all alone, no boyfriend or girlfriend in sight, he saw her raise her glass to the barman and knew she had something by the gentle nod of the back of her head. He then saw her point with her left finger and tap the rim of the glass. Her drink was empty. She wanted another drink. He would buy her another drink.

"There is nothing in this world that a man is more responsible for than getting a woman like this a drink, " he nodded, thinking to himself and trying to pick up his courage, "One that plays with my heart like a kitten would a spool of yarn, and yet also like a vulture who would peck out the eyes of a dead man in the desert. This is nothing more then that obligation. A rule passed down from man to man, from age to age, where chivalry was not for the base reason to lay with the woman, but to honor them, praise them lightly as the rain from a heavy mist and show them to the pedestal every woman, whether they wish to admit it or not, do wish for, sincerely do at least once in there life. " He readjusted his belt and realigned his shirt that had gotten crooked after the celebratory cheer and thought some more, "I'm not going to do that here, this pedestal stuff. This is more like a step toward that pedestal. Yes. A step toward the shrine she wants to trust she deserves and will one day end up on. And this shrine is all cast and painted in the blurry french film noir of dream, is it not? Aren't dreams the only thing we hope to one day come true? How often - when and if they do come true - they can sometimes disappoint and eventually turn sour like a bad orange. I hope she is drinking and that wasn't just a tonic water. If this woman doesn't drink I don't think any of this will be worth anything at all. "

She stood there serene and angelic, the hand that held her drink now resting on the base of the bar. Behind the man, he heard the chatter of his friends and the drone of football scores and player updates coming from the ten or more televisions that hung from the ceiling. Someone reached out to touch his shoulder but missed him as he left the table. His name then echoed behind him but soon the sound evaporated as dew does that rests on blades of grass in a summer morning to a summer afternoon. There was only her and her smell that had drifted to his table and shrouded him with the scent of white chocolate and smoke and her delicate, porcelain hand that had held up the drink shyly but not weakly, in passing demand without that demanding quality drunk people can get like at bars sometimes. He approached her, hovered behind her, but she did not turn, and then came up to the bar to lean into. He did not turn to look at her, though he wanted to very badly, but looked down at her low-ball glass with two half-melted ice cubes and a used lime. The smell of gin came from the glass and the man smiled to himself and put his hand up to signal the bartender.

"If this man orders his drink first and walks back to that table with all of his drunken friends, I am giving up men all together, " the woman thought to herself, " * Tonight and forever! If he can put his hand up and not even turn to look at me, as I was doing, I thought, to be very flirtatious but gentle, then I see no reason at all to keep going with men. They are barbarians that only want to eat, drink, sleep, and fornicate with women that are easy and provide no real challenge at all in their life. If he wants it easy, he can have it as easy as he wants, but not with me. No sir. Not with me ever. Not with me for a night, an hour, a minute, or even a second. "

The bartender, a stout slightly overweight man that was a little over forty with streaks of grey in his thin, short-cut hair, looking very much like he should be home reading with a nice cup of tea by his side rather than in the bar serving drinks to stranger's, approached the man and asked him what he would like.

"Two gin and tonics please, " the man said, "With a slice of lime and four ice-cubes in each. "

"And what kind of gin, sir? "

The man turned to the woman, "What label do you drink? " he asked.

"Pardon me? " she stuttered startled, her eyebrows raised.

"Your drinking gin, aren't you? " He nodded his head toward the woman's empty glass. The tiny lines of transparent lime skin floated on top of the water that had gathered from the melting ice-cubes.

"Yes, I am. I was just about to order. "

"I'll get this round and you'll get the next one. "

"Any gin is fine. "

The man turned to the bartender, " Tanqueray, please bartender. "

He nodded and went to make the drinks.

"Your very perceptive, " the woman said as she turned to face him.

"I try. "

"I saw you from across the bar, but was afraid to walk up to your table for fear of getting ambushed by all of your friends. Those are your friends, right? "

"Yes, " he nodded as he looked over his shoulder at them, "Old college friends all with old stories of college that, truthfully, bring me little or no joy to even hear. "

"Then why come at all? " she asked, "You seem smart enough to know that if you meet up with old anything, you'll be hearing about the old times all night. "

"I was forced to come. "

"Someone getting divorced? "

"No, " he laughed, "The opposite. Married. "

"Well, I hope it's not you or this would look very bad if your fiance walked in. "

"And why's that? "

She clicked her tongue and turned to look at the shelves stocked with every kind of liquor. The bottles reflected the soft orange glow of the lights that circled the bar and the colors of the television screens. The man continued to look at the woman who had turned her back on him and caught their reflection in a bottle of Jack Daniel's. He waited for a response, but she stood there silent, knowing she was playing with him. Behind him, his friends were growing louder and a tray of shots had found its way to their table. The waitress who had brought the drinks, polite and with a smile, asked them to try and keep it down. They shouted "YES'S and screamed "YEAH'S" with moronic smiles on their faces, their heads nodding up and down like a dog playing fetch. The waitress giggled a thank and walked away shaking her head with disgust when she was out of sight.

"Well, " she said, "You did just order two gin and tonics and I think if your fiance walked in with you chatting with me with the same drink in both of our hands, I think she would be a little upset. I know I would be. "

"Perhaps we could act like we are old grammar school friends and just happened to run into one another? "

"Well, that would be a lie. "

"Yes, that would be a lie. "

"Which would mean we were hiding something from said wife. "

"And what would that be? "

"That you approached me after I looked at you, perhaps the look from me wasn't flirtatious, maybe I thought you looked familiar, like I had seen you somewhere, and you came up to me and ordered me a drink and started a conversation with me, much like we are doing right now. "

"What's wrong with conversation? " The bartender approached them and placed the two drinks in front of the man. The man took out his wallet without losing his gaze on the woman, took out a twenty and slid it toward the bartender. The bartender took the twenty, paused for a moment to see if the man wanted any change, but left when he saw he didn't want any by not moving.

"Conversation can lead to very dangerous things, " the woman said playfully and wise.

"Your here by yourself and your not stupid; someone is going to come up to talk to you. "

"And your that somebody? "

"I'm sure I'm not the first one tonight. "

"Your sweet. "

"I try, " he said as he slid the drink over to here, "Your drink. "

"What should we drink too? " She asked and raised her glass, the light above them reflecting in the ice-cubes and thick glass of the high-ball.

"Conversation, " he said proudly and with a smile, "And the danger that it brings. "

They clinked their glasses together, their eyes never leaving one another, and they both took a long drink.

"I'm not here with anybody and I'm not expecting anybody tonight either, " the woman said.

"What's your name? "

"Why? "

"I want to be able to tell my friends I met a very interesting woman, but they won't believe me if I don't give them a name. "

"I'm standing right here, silly. Go and tell them you met the most interesting woman in your entire life, look over at me when they ask you what my name is, then point over to me and I'll wave. "

"You'll be here? "

"I'll be here. "

"Promise? "

"Go, go, go, " she repeated, pushing him back toward his table, "You bought me a drink, didn't you? The least I can do is wave to your drunken college friends. "

The man walked back to his table, glancing quickly over his shoulder, trying to hide it, before he reached the table. He arrived to all of them drunk, beer spilt on the table and an ashtray full of punched out cigarettes and ground up cigars. Every one of them were rocking back and forth with each other, their arms sloppily hung around their neighbor's shoulders, their eyes blood shot with their mouth half-cracked open barely breathing in the smoky, beer smelling air. The man struggled to wedge his way into the circle, and when he did, he tried to get the groups attention by screaming and slapping his hand hard against their table.

"Guys! " he screamed, "Guys listen to me. "

But, no one did. They were all piss drunk, their mouths filled with beer and saliva, most of it dribbling out from their lips and down onto their striped collared shirts.

"Hey! " he screamed again, "I need to tell everyone something. Listen to me for a second. "

A few people around their table, annoyed and frightened by the drunken frat-like table, turned to look at the man. This caught the eye of some of his friends and they then fell into a hush. The man, unsure what he had just done, quickly spoke.

"I just met, "* he started to say, "The most interesting woman in my life and she is standing right over there. " He turned as he finished and pointed to the bar where he had left her. The counter was empty. There was no one sitting in the two stools where they had been standing. She was gone. The man's chest tightened and his breath was pulled from inside his throat.

"Where's she at Ben? " a voice at the end of the table asked.

"I don't see her there, Ben, " another voice called out, "Where she go? "

Someone laughed and another chuckle and soon the sounds of clattering glass and sports news and the faint rhythm of bad jukebox music washed back over the bar.

The friend who was getting married, Nick York, saw Ben confused and now standing by himself and went up to him. He was a little drunk, "Ben, let me tell you something. "

"What's that, " Ben said angrily.

"Now don't be mad with me, Ben. I'm only trying to help you. "

"O. K. Nick. Help me. "

"All I want to say is, is that sometimes you meet a woman and they don't seem real, everything they do and everything they do to YOU seems like a fantasy and then one day, they're GONE! " He snapped his fingers in the man's face when he screamed GONE. "They're GONE and you swear they were there and you were feeling those things and living those emotions, living in that DREAM, but only YOU were living in that dream, do you see? Only YOU were. So, this happened to me once and I had to question myself and ask myself; was this woman really real or did I imagine her? Did I just think her up? Was she really there at all? "

Ben nodded because to disagree would only have him talking more.

"But there is two sides to every coin and sometimes you'll meet a woman that will tear you up inside and do awful things to you and you'll not WANT her to be REAL. You will just want her to be a bad dream where you'll wake up in the morning and she'll be gone. POOF. Gone and into thin air. That's not usually the way things happen but what I'm getting at Ben... "

"What's that, Nick? " the man asked.

"What I'm getting at is learn to tell the difference between real life and fantasy as soon as fucking possible, because if you don't, and I've seen this happen to a lot of friends, they wake up one day and realized they have never truly lived. "

Nick pinched Ben's shoulder tight with his wide, fat hand and paused as he stared into his eyes, then walked away back to the end of the table. Ben stared down at his hands and saw they were shaking slightly. He lit a cigarette, took a couple puffs, then punched it out as he coughed and waved the smoke out of his face. "That's what you get, I suppose, "* he thought to himself, "Trusting a stranger, a strange woman all alone in a bar. She was smart though. She was quick as a whip, from what I could tell. Maybe she'll be in here again tomorrow? Should I come alone and order two gin and tonics and wait at the bar, at our spot, like a lost puppy dog waiting for their owner at the damned door? Hell no. Hell yes. I don't know. She was beautiful. She was damned beautiful and smart, smart, smart. At least it seemed so. Who can tell? She could talk though and she could stand there leaning up against that counter all day and I could stand there all day and all night and just stare at her, watching her rock that high-heel of her's back and forth forever. Could you live in a fantasy, knowing that it was all fake, and still be happy? Sure I could. But who knows nowadays. No one. Nick was drunk anyway. What's he know. Nothing. No one knows anything nowadays. "

He looked over his shoulder to the counter of the bar. There were two half-full high-ball glasses with gin and tonic and ice that was slowly melting into water. The bartender walked up to the drinks, looked down both sides of the bar to see if the drinks belonged to anybody. He saw no one. He shrugged, picked up the two glasses to throw them away, but then saw Ben standing across the bar at his table. He waved at him and Ben waved back and the bartender called for a waitress. They talked for a moment then the waitress with the two drinks in her hand brought them over to the table.

"You still want these? " the waitress asked.

"No, but thank you for coming over here to ask. I'll just take a beer on this table's tab. "

"Of course. "

"Glad to know someone else could see them.

"What? "

"Nothing. Sorry. "

"I'll be right back with that beer. "

She turned and walked back toward the bar and handed the two drinks over to the waiting bartender. She told the bartender the order and he shrugged to himself, took the two drinks and through them in the sink.

(alternate) "He shrugged and... " He threw them out in the sink behind him. He washed the glasses and placed them on the counter on top of a rag to dry and walked to the other end of the bar.


Author: Mitchell Duran
Date: 15/03/2020

№ 1181269

Love Stood There Watching

Love stood there watching.
Wonder who were requesting it?
Aware that it creates conflicts.
And several comments.

Some good.
Some meant.
And a few with no common sense.

Love stood there alone?
Wondering why love was gone?
From him.
From her.
Sometimes the world.
Yes, love stood there watching all of it.

God looked down and wonder.
Why something so easy gets mistreated?

love,  stood,  watching.

Author: jeffrey conyers
Date: 11/03/2020

№ 1165250

I Stood In the Shadow

I watched you get burned by that boy
I watched you get used by a toy
I stood in the shadow
And saw your pain
I saw him carve your name

The tree still stands with hearts a many
I thought he wouldn't hurt you but he hurt many
I stood in the shadow
And looked the other way
Hoping never he would come my way

You were my friend but are you still
Lying buries in a cold dark hill
I stood in the shadow
And look up at the sky
And watched white clouds flying by

We knew each other in a past life
You'd cut me down with a knife
I stood in the shadow
Afraid of the sun
To scared to stay but afraid to run

I see how it works in this world
I watched as another story unfurled
I stood in the shadow
And I looked on in pain
Knowing I could have ended your pain

I just had to speak say one simple word
Even if I could never be heard
I stood in the shadow
I stood oh so still
Hoping and bending the world to my will

The boy disappeared and you looked my way
And I closed in on my prey
I stood in the shadow
I touched her hand
Thin and cold she could hardly stand

I helped her to her feet
And left her at the street
I stood in the sun
And shielded mine eyes
And knew it was worth one last try

shadow,  stood.

Author: Lexie
Date: 26/02/2020

№ 1157278

On The Day The Earth Stood Still

The Market crashed as the people dashed
All the banks closed down
The people frowned
Natural disasters were all around
Stock brokers quite literally took a dive
Many people died
On the day the earth stood still

The daily grind
The worry over bills
Was replaced with the need to just survive
Some people rioted just to get something to eat
On the day the earth stood still

Some people screamed
While others cried
Some people looked down looking for someone to blame
Still others looked outward and sought ways to help out
Some people banded together to keep each other and their neighbors alive
Some people looked up
While some people prayed for wisdom for themselves and others
To get through this trial
Some people looked within only and felt all alone
Still others thought of this as a test of their will
On The Day The Earth Stood Still

I wonder if we were faced with this crisis
Would we stand together
Or fall apart?
Perhaps the answer is found already in our hearts
If we are lacking a strong network of family and friends
Now is the time to start
We don't want to be found slacking if the world falls apart
Sometimes things happen in a blink of an eye
It might be best to get ready just in case
No time left for slacking if The Earth Stands Still

day,  earth,  stood.

Author: Ann M Johnson
Date: 19/02/2020

№ 1114239

Stood Up

As I sit here now
Where I've been standing
My conscience studies
Subjects that turned it wrong,
But lost are thoughts
In an expanse sea
Of sorrow and sadness,
Yet when the rivers
Dry, and dust settles
I pray my mind to please,
Grow and build
Upon these tears,
And not get
Lost at sea.


Author: Nicholas Rew
Date: 11/01/2020