Best Out The Window Poems
I made my way to the Airport
Board my flight, destination…New York
Secured my seat I began staring out the window
Ready set for the spectacle display on show
Lift off...and away we go
Turning to our left like a boomerang-bow
Above the clouds my eyes start explore
There are things about the clouds I do adore
As we pass over the Island of Grenada, I saw
Beautiful cloud formation...encore
There was a gate guarded by two Angels with spears
Inside sat a King proud and fierce
Flanked by Angels in garment white and clean
Guarding his kingdom from us… or so it seem
It was the most beautiful thing I’ve seen
No dream, all real what I saw
I just love staring out the window…
Copyright © March 30th 2011
By: Brian Pierre-Alexander
OUT THE WINDOW
October 1st – There’s a tall tree down the block has
gone all red at top
in this green, early autumn
It’s quite an unusual year,
With more rain than summer’s want to yield
There’s been no mid-July burning of lawns,
And the trees, bushes, ground cover gone wild
The whole has tried to produce an out-of-door pinch,
And I often stand looking out a window,
Absently inhaling the chlorophyll
Houses on either side are vacant – the economy to
blame – nor cat, nor dog reside,
But I image some ghostly pair seated on the steps,
pets at their side
I put all this down as a, sort of, flowing jet
companion to solitude,
And I – prisoner of the mind – watch black words
take form,
Knowing there’s a whole, beautiful world with
nature’s abundant warmth out there
Just waiting to be joined by needful company
Dave Austin
The house is perfect for the autumn days
With the windows built just for the sunlight
Beautiful feel brought by the morning haze
Letting light in, letting things be real bright
With the windows built just for the sunlight
Looking out the window you see beyond
Letting light in, letting things be real bright
You can see out there a nice little pond
Looking out the window you see beyond
There’s a pathway that leads into the yard
You can see out there a nice little pond
Seeing and not being out there is hard
There’s a pathway that leads into the yard
It’s a tender sight that I am seeing
Seeing and not being out there is hard
Opening my heart, this is sure pleasing
It’s a tender sight that I am seeing
Beautiful feel brought by the morning haze
Opening my heart, this is sure pleasing
The house is perfect for the autumn days
Russell Sivey
Love flew out the window, the wind took it away
Hoping you would catch glance, but you did not look its way
There are no beats filling my heart, our love is now untwined
Like a captain abandoning ship, I will leave it all behind
Ears not needed for listening, there is nothing to converse
Two people branded by papers that are difficult to reverse
Feeling like a punished child, I am done giving reasons
Winter, Spring, Summer, Fall...I just need a change of seasons.
©Holly P. Moore
November 2012
OUT THE WINDOW II
There is no wind or
at least little
just the tops
The sky all clouds all steel-gray
Thoughts go steady unwavering
I relish the peace relax totally
How strange nature asleep
But then on the instant –
In answer;
Leaves begin to dance
Oh I tell you something listens
Thoughts (perhaps) are not isolated
are UNIVERSAL!
And in reaction I start to consider
What is alive?
Why! Everything!
Everything physical
But the most awesome
all consuming life
is realized
In that quiet place
That haven
Out the window
Morning playing in
sunny sauce of sun beam dreams
delightfully yours
Cynthia
A Poet Who Loves To Sing
10:31 sharp or less
Saturday morning March 23, 2013
I kicked a girl out the window: third floor!
Now that topless one comes crossing my way
Haha! She did not reach down your heart´s core
She did not last long : only for a day
Have her then: crush was my best and last shame
Ya! Have them all: my poort heart is not rotten
Crush´d! You dared come to visit me the same
I was mere friend: Now I am forgotten
But woemens spirit bleed in me and Verse
I took you to my inky desk to share
but to share you in a song was not worse
What then? To you my Female land is bare
Your banana´s gonna be your rat´s bane
You saw me! To you I was insane
OUT THE WINDOW
our dear old spaniel
fast asleep by the window
blends so perfectly
with autumn colors outside
he whines paws the chair dreaming
our big old oak tree
ever but never changing
seems to reach the sky
while all surround they rustle
they dance they speak come alive!
i’m out the window
watching the autumn ballet
fixed on the minute
inhaling autumn’s sweet breath
then this flash of wings blue jay
So cold is it out there
Near as cold as it is in here
While I sit here staring out the window alone
Still waiting for the Gods to throw me a bone
Mean and cruel the north wind blows
Turns to ice right down to the toes
Thoughts of all who have come before
Standing there at that wooden door
To be off again and turn me away
To call upon another day
Bitter does become the feed
That does not quite the hunger or fill the need
Dark are the eyes ever so deep
That awaken from such a fretful sleep
Anger lives way deep down in there
When the cold wind whispers upon the ears
Do not awaken the beast from inside
Leave it alone. Let it continue to hide
Pondering all that waste my dear
And if it wasn't quite so numb in here
I might have even shed a tear
But I cannot ever really begin to care
As I cracked the door and no one was there
And the wait has become so very long
That forgotten are the words to the song
So much nicer it might have been
If my heart someone again could win
But still waiting and all is the same
Getting so tired of all the wretched games
Scared little one run on home
While I sit here staring out the window alone
Like Mr. Turtle climb back in the shell
Keep on pretending we don't live in hell
Go on lying and kidding yourself
As the heart continues to collect dust on that shelf
Deny the feelings. There never was a spark
That might've been the answer to that ache in the heart
Oh how so very cold it is out there
But little by little I no longer care
Under covers and quite unknown
While I sit here staring out the window alone
Copyright © by Scarlett Anderson
Two dogs staring out the window
Looking for any movement in sight
Just one little trespassing kitten
Causes a symphony of barking delight
Two dogs staring out the window
See a fat Robin hopping along
One dog howls like a siren
The other dashes out for the lawn
Two dogs staring out the window
See people walking on the street
Up with their paws on the window
Barking loud and glaring teeth
Two dogs staring out the window
See another dog roaming free
Both dogs whine and whimper
Why oh why isn't that dog me
Two dogs sitting by closed curtains
Both heads low and feeling blue
No more staring out the window
That's enough barking out of you two.
When I awake in the morning
I thank Jesus for another day,
hoping that everything will go well.
But because of the world we live in
it can be hard,,sometimes I just stare
out the window and wonder where did
it go?
The laughter you can hear.
The peacefulness of the earth.
I look out the window I see
everyone in a hurry.
Worried about their money issues,
They're working seven days week just
to make it happen.
Living and making ends meet.
Not slowing down to realize what really matters.
God,family,and Love
Appreciating what they have.
Yes, I look out the window
and see a mixed up world.
Stop and notice how things have changed.
Get it right.
Prioritize your life,
it may just surprise you.
Don't just look at the window.
Lean on God,he's there for you.
he comes here
everyday and picks
through the garbage
can. i guess i’d
be the same as him
if i had wings.
OUT THE WINDOW
Writing at table
An ordinary day
with nothing to do but dream
A detachment
(as so often happens)
takes hazy form
AND
I’m casually out the window
Sensing something extra out there
Not mysterious
A simple fact of existence
Infiltrating
of and through everything!
The roses sense its presence color-up
Birds fly through it
because of it
This presence making eyes of surroundings
Pressing
Inviting
Becoming one
Lifting
Dancing the mind
Enveloping shoulders heart
Now it dusts my tiny room
thrills the veins
shimmers the hair
As it looks back at me through my window
“What is reality?” my pen is writing
Out the Window
Summer sun
Blaze flames of fury
Amongst smoke and ashes
On barbecue pits
Around the corner
On dog days
The brightest star
Cling closest to our hearts
And drip sweat down our backs
Our pores let out steam
Sticking to our skin
And the fibers on our garments
The fan becomes our open window
And the wind
Trapping our paper and change
Fall leaves
Trail behind
Trembling in the wind
And scatter in the breeze
Crystal winter snow
Glow against the glare of light hidden in the sky
Knock at our windows
And peck on our cold, red noses
Stuffed or runny with mucus
Sticking out from under our coat hats
And throats sore and itchy with phlegm
Chapped lips smeared with balm
Cold chills quiver bare branches in the fog
Twigs coated in cold powdered flakes freeze and dissolve
Stare blindly out the window
Nightfall fade into the clouds
Come spring,
We hold on to the things that were once broken
Or appeared so,
Lost and out of focus
Dull and empty
Deep down in the pit
Now resurrected buds in bloom
With potent fume and vibrant hues
Soil moist with rain
Umbrellas broken
Dreams revived and tokened
Marckincia Jean
Free verse
11/19/19
Out the window,
diagonals and horizons
are riding hard between
the transparent.
The bold porch wrapping
a clean bow before the
grated metal fence in
the neighbor's yard.
The aluminum honeycombs
throwing shapes of
discord into the levels.
Green flutters spatter
against the breezes.
Flaunting more a blur
than a shape.
Dark ominous wrinkles
of tall trunks,
wind upward and out of frame.
The stiff softening into
pattering emerald fingers
stretching into the great space.