Best Windows Poems

His light eyes sadly stare; I know him not
although he has my intellect and wit. 
A lifetime now of answers I have sought,
his puzzling pieces in some box to fit.

Square pegs can’t be confined; nor can I find
that missing part to let me understand
what I...

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In youth I looked at life through my front window
Everything was new and unexplored
Expectations flowed like rushing water
Nothing that I viewed could be ignored

Paths untested prompted me to venture
Inhale the fragrance of discovery
Taste the nectar of a love awakened
Embracing life wherever it took me

Today I...

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I sit in stillness
framed by glass
the world outside dances

sunlight spills like golden honey.
yet within these walls I stay.
regret coils.....
around me tight as a noose 
lurking in shadows.

I breathe in
inhaling the vastness of 
the ocean's essence.

I can feel it
my heart beats.....
steady as stone.

I glance out and...

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"Thursday’s Windows"

the view 
from the other side
open wide 

watching 
other stories
unfold 

write their worlds 
upside down
their concert 

sung to mirrors
none fair of face 
and most, 

far to go

(LadyLabyrinth / 2023)





“Monday's child is fair of face,
Tuesday's child is full of grace.
Wednesday's child is full of woe,
Thursday's...

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Eyes are the windows to your soul.
Can you see the sadness in one's eyes,
Or is it the sadness in one's soul?

Internal tears are wept silently,
And hidden well, I hope.
An old soul I believe I have.
I've lived a long, long life it feels.
My physical pains has...

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Soulless Windows

On the rain wet pavement I stand
The cold memory chills my heart
In the third floor window no glass
Just soulless boarded grey eyes  
No laughter reverberate the walls
or children’s chatter to lighten air
disturbing unknown neighbours
The scent of your love lingers on 
interwoven with cloying...

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She slips away silently, to escape mothers screams
And crawls so softly, into bed, into dreams

His dreams became so dark
Left them to his escape into the dark
To dream open eyes outside window 
Across his vision he saw as light lost its flicker 

Loss for air she...

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Peering in the windows,
Of those lives I barely see,
Except when tokens are procured,
For rides, intermittently,
They look at me, I look back,
Nothing severed or taken,
My pith, unimpaired,
And by them, unmistaken,
Do they think that my life,
Should be transformed to theirs,
With foreign exclusions,
And tainted, quaint stares,
Their subtle indifference,
No...

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 If a pretty little wild flower adorns the meadow,
              and the cluster of tiny stars brighten the night sky,
            ...

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There is something you should be aware of,
That I need you to hear of,
Something about depression that everyone should know about.

If a depressed person comes into the room,
You need to open all the windows,
And let a breath of fresh air in,
If you do not want...

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In the solitude of night,
comes drifting,
the long haired beauty,
silhouetted by the moon,
stars shine from her eyes,
like pixie dust falling,
a sweet sweet sting,
I need her,
to see,
See me from that sky
I want her, 
I want her,
as I call to her above,
wishing to hear the song,
through the window...

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This is not as such a written poem
This is more a heartfelt dedication 

To those kind few who have taken time to place
Certain of my written poem's 
Amongst there chosen favorite's 

To those to whom I owe this debt of thanks  
I do not...

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A young shepherd living near the hill,
taking his flocks everyday to drumlin.
He wonders deeply while sitting upon the rocks,
looking at afar house while feeding his flocks.

The shepherd's desire is fantasy of afar home,
that has golden windows behind hedge of anemone.
He wonders if the windows of...

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"Through Windows Abstract Ad Infinitum"
 


Ascending plural through the Sun
becomes One 
Seen through different windows



Seams sewn in souls strung like pearls cast out into the world
Everyone is written into The Story, all accounted for, not gone unsung



Sun through the plural Ascending 
One becomes
Windows different, though...

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It was a cold and brisk
February night I stepped outside
To take a short stroll to the dumpster.
The sky was clear, almost starless. 
Waves of muffled car engines
Whispered by every now and again
Just opposite the tree line
Behind my abode. 
Parking lot and street lights
Kept their nightly...

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