Best Casements Poems

High above the quiet, darkened streets of January, the night wind begins to whisper secrets through my apartment window casements. Far below me lie four...

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It stood on the top of the hill
dominating all of its surrounds.
Its drawbridge these days lay open
spanning with ease the now dry moat.
Like a fairy...

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When the morning light,squeaks through the vanes;
of wooden casements and windowpanes.

When eyes glued shut,from night time fears,
are opened wanly to mornings clear.

That’s when in the...

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I hail rain 
In wintery nights 
When it showers 

And scented puffs of damp
 Cool breeze
from my orchard 
Strikes against my 
Cheeks

While I stand ...

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“Charm'd magic casements, opening on the foam 
                Of perilous...

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 A French ‘Indianist’ Doctor: A Tribute to a Die-hard Humanist
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Opening my eyes after a night long rest
I cuddled in my soft cushiony bed
And looked outside my sunny arched windows.
The glorious king was lazily greeting
My...

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Paper Doll Chorus Lines
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The song of a thirsty flower

Hey, I have waken up
Early in the morning,
But, nobody there to greet me,
Except the sun-shine,
And the blue heaven,
And sometimes the...

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Finding Presence

Night sky beckoning dawn
Gentle sensations 
Early morning walks
Empty avenues
Central Park breezes
Village cobblestone streets 
Wet with glistening reflections
Accompany the seeker’s every move

Citified whispers
Discordant choruses
The street...

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the Horror
by Michael R. Burch

the Horror lurks inside our closets
the Horror hides beneath our beds
the Horror hisses ancient curses
the Horror whispers in our heads

the Horror...

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Today,
there are no rubber ducks
or mother's marigold skirts
to hide behind
as we once did.

In their place,
lurking dark and hoary,
a bathtub mist
updrafts thick with loose spores,
and mildew...

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Seven things to grab in a hurry
My house going up in a blazing fury...

First things first, 
   my favourite courier bag,
  ...

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A second hand book shop watches the Sunday rain
beat against a resentful pavement. Its second hand
door opens up its second hand world to second
hand people,...

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Lilies n’ roses of her vast plains
The soft caress of the sun’s rays
Briskly fondling her native torso
Frolickin’ kinky hairs of her loins
Her eyes, casements to...

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