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 might do to ease his burdened mind;
to know why he could not take hold my hand. . .
The infant boy I cradled at my chest
desired not my sustenance but grew.
A melancholy soul, and yet he’s blessed
with oh, so much - and eyes grey-green tinged blue.
To heal the soul behind eyes so like mine . . .
Alas! Their tint I barely can define.
For the Relationship themed Poetry Contest of little know nothing
and now used for PD's 100 in a Row Contest -#4
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 look at life through my rear window
And savor the experiences I've had
Reflecting once again upon my journey
Accepting what life gave, the good, the bad
The edges of my world are now more rounded
The colors are a softer, warmer hue
However, I have not a favorite window
Through either one I've much enjoyed the view
Bob Quigley
Sept 29, 2011
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 see
islands shimmering like dreams…..
clouds lazily drift by.
like ghostly albatrosses.
heavy with the mental wobbling weight
of untold excruciating hours
spent in despair.
I can hear
waves hum their foaming forgotten lullabies.
spilling secrets from the depths.....
beneath the starlit sky
I sail on
gliding over waveless waters
alone in the stillness of the night.
the salt air mingles with my thoughts
hope burns
a flicker caught in the tempest howl
distant as fires beyond the glass
a pleading prayer goes unanswered.
I gaze at
the world, so alive.....
filled with laughter and song.
joy drifts in like soft misty mist
but raw regret tugs at my heart.
snowflakes fall quietly.....
silence calls.
then Darkness Descends.
Draping the earth in it’s shadowy spell.
Dancing, Drumming, Devouring.
hope's last flicker Dies…..
echoes of a Dying breath
chaos reigns supreme.
I feel frozen
in this shattered world
where cracked glass bites into
my dreams.
I’m helpless.
I am a silent witness
to a dying light.
I find myself fractured like
just like the life
I let slip away.
I’m the voyeur of lost tomorrows.
their cost carved deep into
the marrow of my soul
a sentencing weight I’ll carry forever.
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 vigil assuring
Safe passage to all who crossed
Beneath their path.
Late night flights flashed their lights
As they begin final approach
Like a beacon in the midnight sky.
Randomly lit windows throughout
The complex buildings keep
Night owls company as
Hours grow later.
I smile as I bask in
The night’s symphony
Waves of muffled car engines
Whispering every now and again.
Hearing only my footsteps as they
Echo between the walls
The creaking of my door brings
A rush of welcomed heat
As it lovingly hugs me
And I lock my door.
In a final sigh of relaxation
I kick off my shoes and retreat
Back to my nightly comfort zone
My couch, my drink and my pen
On this cold and brisk poetic night.
3/2/20
"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 child has far to go.
Friday's child is loving and giving,
Saturday's child works hard for a living.
And the child born on the Sabbath day
Is bonny and blithe, good and gay.”
"The Light and the Dark of it. Some people will go to extraordinary measures for redemption. Some people go to extraordinary lengths for Love. Some will call it courage. Others will denigrate the truth of the fall in delivery as foolish. There are benefits to falling, to the breaking: beginning, middle, end. If not the whole, you cannot see but a part of yourself in others, then there is something vitally humane missing in you. No matter how clean and worthy you deem yourself. You are Godless."
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 taken its toll.
They say, "Be patient, time will heal."
Pain is a pesky part of being human.
I must grow in patience with myself,
And every day begin the task anew.
Excepting his outstretched arm to lean on
Will help me travel down life's path of hope.
For Frank Herrera's contest, 'Self-portrait'
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 sad decay
Walls remain but you are long gone
to a new life somewhere far away
not reachable to my inner self
That you are lost makes me bitter
but I understand why you had to go
Why did you not take my memories
that force me unbidden to return
to this cold rain splattered street
You are still in our empty apartment
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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 case dares to appeal,
Embodies the essence,
Of a world they call real,
So they ask with green eyes,
Should I now switch with you,
Would that make my self-worth,
Somehow, progressively true,
I glance, to respond,
That neither is needed,
Because as tolerance failed,
Manipulation succeeded,
We both yearn to validate,
Our courses of being,
Amidst choices of learning,
And preferred ways of seeing,
For now, the windows are closed,
The Santa Anas, they're blowing,
And those lives which premiered,
Have no interest in showing,
We will then pause to wonder,
If the sill might be locked,
Therefore sealed from exposure,
And no chance to be mocked.
(12/30/01)
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 lay, sobbing away sorrow
But she felt invaded, grasping in surprise's horror
So close these shattered mirrors lay
A soft curious cry,a leaf blow away
Together now their halos became so clear
The coping of bewildered souls to share
He slips away silently, to escape his skeleton's haunts
And crawls softly, into new arms, to cure a world of wants
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 to be using words that are stale,
Or in helping you will always fail,
In giving the one you love the chance to exhale,
And free themselves from hell for even a little while.
If you stay in a room too long with depression,
And the air remains stale,
Even if you are immune and think it safe to inhale,
Depression can still grab you by the shirt-tail,
And take you hostage because of your love of the one,
Who was not strong enough to open a window,
And let the fresh air in.
So, if your loved one you do not want to fail,
I hope you will think this more than a tale,
And let the fresh air in,
And if a burglar should see an opportunity to come in,
A knock on the head could be just the medicine they need,
And concussion is better than depression any day of the week.
If a pretty little wild flower adorns the meadow,
and the cluster of tiny stars brighten the night sky,
why not the simplest things in life make us happy?
God has gifted us the earth home and annexed happiness windows
Go OPEN the windows now
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 of her eyes,
I fly…..
up through that sky,
to the moon of golden light,
to capture that beauty,
as stars shine from her eyes,,
like pixie dust falling,
a sweet sweet sting,
I need her,
I need her,
to see me…
like a song,
like a kiss,
like a breath,
on her lips
through the windows,
the windows…
of her eyes.
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 have the breadth of knowledge
Opon which to express my untold gratitude
For if all I had merely just had to say
Was
Thank you,
Thanks
I beg your pardon if you do not bother
Another word of mine you read
If nothing more i have to offer
Rises above such praise and comment
As favorite placed
Because thank you and thanks
Doth not sum up nor convey
Your grace
You words illuminate like sunlight
Shining through Stain Glass Cathedral Windows
When all hope and faith is lost
And shadows cast
The final word is yours
That lauds me up
When life is pressing
The cavity abound my chest
And breath can not be bought
Your words propel
The gospel , according to
What you meant and did for me
So yours sincerely
Kind regards
You are also my Favorite 2
And probably countless others 2
Whom fate has placed in the path of you
"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 seen
(Lovejoy-Burton/September 2018)
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 the house are gold
how other appurtenance of the house are mould?
He starts his journey to there, finally after some time,
going along the way across the hill while biting a loaf of naan.
When arrives, he finds the house in fully collapsed condition.
There are no golden windows but a poor crumbled house.
He looks to his own house down the drumlin
surprised by the heavenliness of his own dwelling
The sun was casting back on his house's stained windows
just like the sparkling on the gold as the sun downs