Best Window Glass Poems

Shadowed in the silent room, the daylight's nearly gone
Dusk climbs in through window glass, with one last ray of sun
I start the task, climb on...

Read more of this work...

Somber is the color of the day...
Window glass distorts the view, of the dreary afternoon
Prisms of light cavorting outside, are reflected from the dew
and rainbows...

Read more of this work...

Armed with chainsaws in the field, two young men are shirtless guests
with shoulders bronzed by sun and sweat.
The timbre in the August sun has scattered...

Read more of this work...

You found me in a shadow,
By chance alone, and still.
Within a hole I came to know:
A burden; can't fulfill.

Buried nether stories,
I've welded to my spine:
Biopolitic...

Read more of this work...

geese migrating south
heading for warmer climates ~
honk and hink farewell 

white frost at daybreak 
sparkles as the sun rises ~
warm breath creates fog

an ice blizzard...

Read more of this work...

My Dear....

Do you know?
How empty is our home, when you are gone? 
Another evening fades, another day declines
How silent are these walls, when you're away
Even...

Read more of this work...

Adrift is smoke, that rises into the shape of a question mark...
Blurring the vacant night, with a ceremonial arc

Tomorrow, under a different sky, in a...

Read more of this work...

Cluttering above huddled rooftops
Of sprawling villages 
And shy provincial towns;
Rising sharply amidst swooping
Declinations;
Hesitating when gathering at the
Tangled woodland perimeters of
Outlying greenland bounds,
Jostled apex ridges detach...

Read more of this work...

In my cluttered kitchen, I've mopped the floor,
This busy day, this task once more.
I've cooked a chicken a thousand ways,
The same old bird a thousand...

Read more of this work...

Sun from the window, shines gold on the grain
with a faded patina that the new can't attain 
You have dusted my cobwebs, and polished my...

Read more of this work...

* 
It happened in a moment, during my 7th grade English class   *
As we studied classic literature; “Evangeline”,  the poem
A substitute teacher,...

Read more of this work...

When I awoke this early morn
I looked out upon a magic fairyland
Last night a whole new world was born
Nature had been making surprising plans
To paint...

Read more of this work...

My finger prints still seen on the window glass..
Roses once peaked as petals fell and scattered pass..

The dust on the vase still holds traces color...

Read more of this work...

I pretended to be sleeping, ....  through long hours of the night
Across the milky-way, you slept, 'til dark became the light
I could hear your...

Read more of this work...

She comes to me when e’er she will,
When starlight sprinkles my windowsill.
When the dew finds rest upon the grass
She taps upon my window glass.

I go...

Read more of this work...