Best Stained Glass Window Poems
My stained glass image
was a ripe peach
with spilt Zinfandel
like electric rubies
pooling around a gentle ray.
It was a colour hungering
to weave spirit out of light,
so that all my prism
touched felt nothing
but the energy of day.
Then there was Love,
A star brighter than the sun,
halting Sol Invictus
and his fiery chariot
before Aphrodite’s temerity.
But Love’s luminosity burned
a fearful depth of heat
until all my eyes witnessed
was overexposed film
begging for clarity.
My stained glass design
mixed metallic salts
fortified at melting point,
colour forever permanent
to mark my very being.
You dipped your brush
on a pallet of your vision
and Trust let you paint over
my very soul,
creamy light forever fleeing.
Your paint, by the very nature
of it belonging to you,
curator of my love,
fused to my glass
as if cooked in a kiln of fire.
Never could I have believed
you to devise a colour
so terrible and diseased
that sickness would filter
where light used to transpire.
Stained glass window,
more true the words appear,
But where others fear
I can shatter my own
glass or heart or soul
and clean the tarnish
by leaving out every piece
you painted with twisted stroke
and amass myself together
until the colour of my light is whole.
I dreamed of light..
To fall..
A window..
To reflect..
Filled with colour
Filled with nature
A breathtaking sight
To capture an age
Of a Queen and King
Eagles too
Stream of Sighs
Faeries with gossamer wings
A Heartstone, true
When dawn rose
The window glowed,
with soft light
Kings and Queens
Trees and birds
Stars from the night
The colour flowed
Sunlight pierced through
A stained glass window
In to world,
we both knew
I dreamed of light,
that filled a Shadowfire hall
Filled my heart with colour
I stood in the centre of it all
The child must know the hearth one calls home,
where comforts round firelight warmth;
the strength of brothers and little sister innocence,
mother and father who waltz in evening shade;
The moon is full of adventure and friends life-long ---
unforgotten....
their smiles remain many winters past
and the summers have their promise,
though we all grieve old friends gone,
when the house is quiet with memories
Tears roll down her cheek
like the morning dew of a leaf
trickling now as if a creek
her quiet sobs mark her grief
now run along, theres nothing here
Tis a sight you shouldn't see, but alas
All who pass can see her fear
The women trapped in stained glass
Her beauty captured by the hues
of ever shifting shades of blue
her time is frozen in her past
forced to play the die life cast
Never before has art looked so cruel
or made a room so damp and cool
as when you the window pass
and gaze at the women frozen in glass
Staring at the end of the hallway
The stained glass windowed is etched into my mind, woah.
Just another place to remind me
What we had is gone, long gone.
This was the house that got us through those moments
of insecurity and self hate.
You told me you would always love me, no matter what.
I realize now you didn't mean it, you didn't mean it at all.
You told me you loved me, what a lie.
You were the one. Mr. Right. Mr. Wrong.
Our relationship took a wrong turn, but I could get it back on track.
I always could.
Except this time. It was all too much.
Staring at the end of the hallway,
and that stained glass window that was etched into my mind is there no more.
Beside the fragmented pieces lays a stone.
The stone that shattered that window, and my heart along with it.
I loved you. I really did. I was ready to marry you.
You had other plans. That didn't involve me.
Now that stained glass window is gone.
I'm gone.
My heart is a stained glass window, fragile as a Rose in May
refracting light from every angle, it holds life's leeway
Suffused with fragments of love, I can be warm as night
filled with a sense of awe, when you tilt me to the light,
I feel just right
My heart is a stained glass window, fragile as a Rose in May !
Fragmented beauty encased in bursting beams of afterglow
if I follow only yesterdays, life can soon appear surreal
Infused with an outside world that can often smite
I choose to live inside my own reflective colors,
Always, in the light !
Fragmented beauty encased in bursting beams of afterglow
My heart is a monument to all that I have lived and known
changing and bending with every curving path
it has been overused and "Inter-diffused" many times
like this mosaic piece of art I call "stained glass window "
I am a, "Pièce de ré·sis·tance " ( a work of art)
My heart is a monument to all that I have lived and known
My heart is a stained glass window, fragile as a Rose in May
When I pray with it, it remembers to give thanks, in every way.
Written by: Mystic Rose on April 6, 2025
The life of a stained glass window,
Is a life boring and dull,
You take in rays of sunlight,
And breathe out the colours that swell.
The life of a stained glass window,
Oh so boring, oh so dull,
You give light to others,
And shoo away your own,
While they see the world in colours,
Your sight you loaned.
Colourblind by choice,
You live in a monochromatic world,
Your wants and needs,
Have all been sold.
Discount, free sale?
Anything for you!
For how a stained glass window feels,
Is anything but true.
I paint and handcraft rainbows,
To shine along churches and stores,
But if my hand grows tired?
Who cares if they're sore!
The life of a stained glass window,
Is a life boring and dull,
This stained glass window,
Hates to endow!
Curse the rainbows they'll miss so well,
Now that their world is dim and dull,
This stained glass window thinks they should go to hell!
The pretty colours adorning a pedestal,
The shards that make streets glow,
I should all let it go!
This stained glass window,
Paints the world in black and white,
And this stained glass window,
Is no longer right.
The life of a stained glass window,
Oh so boring, oh so dull,
Who wants a stained glass window,
With no pretty colours? Well...
No one.
At first it looked just to be a sad old house beside the sea. I walked across the pure elk sand into a monument to God and Man. A wall of glass in every hue took breathe from me as it suddenlybcame into view The cooled glass, the leaded lines, memories etched in another time. The glass received the sun as it had always done. Then the pigments forget their age as a kaliescscope of colors burst forth from that gilded cage. Peach faced doves weaved ribbons of gold ‘round colors so vivid, pristine,yet old The sun played upon each color in time to some unheard music long left behind. Angels suspended in powder blue skies...A man on a cross with sad suffering eyes. The symmetry, the grace so engraved on this place made leaving hard and staying misplaced. I had given nothing but found it gave me a joy, a lightness, a burden set free. The stained glass window returned to reflecting the sea
you are butterfly
beauty stand you flittering
you float you fly your
~
transparent you were
before the stained glass window
passing the House of God
~
turned invisible
butterfly beautiful you
multicolored streams
~
of radiant schemes
fluorescent colors brightly
flitter you fly by
~
beautiful you are
multicolored butterfly
front stain glass mirror
8/8/23
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2023