Best Sill Poems

Ellen’s Window Sill (Nov 2017)

A little hand pulled at the curtain
And looked to see what wasn’t certain
And yes, so many years ago
All of us would hope for snow

Today the silver, make it shine
We think of family and plan to dine
This merry season with cold clime
We...

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light breaks across my window sill
golden rays of early morning sun
filtered by the window’s pane
a symbol, another day has come 

i gaze out across my window sill
watch the play of two young squirrels
hear the songs morning birds sing
feel the warmth upon my face 

i linger...

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his  hands

upon her wndow sill

a climbing jasmine


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a climbing jasmine

his hands upon

her window sill ...

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As days cometh like thunder
Moments of times 
Seem to put us under
Twirl our paths... 
Far and between

But tis are yet...
While tis time
Moments here 
And now

Let’s dance... 
Run through tis path
Come together 
Within this life 
At last

Treasureous and pure
Now.. even beyond
Bonded together
Awaiting 
Moment to be

Beautiful colors...

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She dreamt in smoky salmon clouds of dawn,
forsaking violets of bitter truth,
that he had stayed and not to heaven gone
still in the cherry blossom of his youth,

that umber hair and eyes he still possessed
and held her gently in his solemn gaze
whilst with his mustached lips...

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I sit and reminisce about the "good ol' days"
The prelapsarian time before it all went sideways

The details of life were all that I saw
There was no rich, no poor, no petit bourgeois 

As an unbeknownst member of the proletariat 
I was in a state of...

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Can you hear the tunes playing?

There are ten million lady bugs dancing in my window sill

Celebrating the return of spring

Celebrating the return of things green

Gleefully serenading the robins outside gathering in the trees

See their spectacular dresses?

Red with polka dots and even a splash of green

O...

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He sat upon my windowsill
His eyes twinkling in the night
He gazed inside and looked at me
His smile burning bright

I opened up the window for him.
And he jumped right down
He landed on his toes
As he slowly looked around

He winked at me as if to say,
"It was...

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jay lounges on sill

grasping worms for morn's breakfast---

trilled choir forgotten




Bird themed haiku for Tania Kitchin 
7/27/2018...

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"Daddy Please Come home"

Out this hard wood windowsill the ground is hard and raw. The dust does not bellow and the rocks do not stir. The night casts a dark black shadow on the valley of dirt and grass ahead. The moon and the stars...

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Selected unknowingly
unwillingly
To protect and provide
for the world ahead
Expected towards greatness
at no fault of his own
Yet selfish ranks are ineligible
unfathomable 
The careless mixing
A job for unrefined fellows
Out to grab a piece
to bring home
for wonder time
While the steadfast
Keeps clean of jilted roses
bloody next steps and promises
out of...

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No tranquility in the morning breeze
No serenity in the rising sun
No romanticism I find in the drizzling
No love of colors wraps my heart in the brightest moon

Now venomous snake is crawling on the living paths
Democracy is now hugging the hidden ghost rider of imperialism
Religion is...

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I have a window without a window sill 
My eyes wander outside when the crickets sing
Birds refuse to come into this part of town  
I try to escape but my window has grills
Those who live nearby cannot, will not know me 
Residing in a...

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Stubborn smog;
creeping on my window sill;
billow, thicken, stay unclear.
Drip your lazy finger tips across the plain, cracked wood.
Dispense ever so slightly, your molding breath, 
canvasing tenderness with your teasing mouth.
Harden as you try to pass through listless glass;
glass that has been viewed upon by so...

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Damn the window sill
It's never needed
It's filled with arze
most times impeded

And rubbed for dust
in times gone fleeted
For lost time served
in sense depleted...

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