Casement Poems - Poems about Casement

...Another fine spring day gently dying, Subtle variegated colors and Tender vivid greens are dappled now With golden flecks and dollops of buttery sunlight. Shadows begin their mysterious, meticulo......

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... I was gently awakened by euphonic cooing of mated doves perched on aspen branches whose golden leaves rustled sweet silver songs I rushed to open my wooden dormer window and hum a g......

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...steam like smoke rises to join the clouds always upwards travel until it's time to gently fall directional choice straight ahead follow your line of sight forward moti......

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...To see one is rare but to buy one is obscene. A tall snob. She casts frowns from under her gables. He, the new owner, is in the cellar to clean Dusting and throwing out boxes without labels. Ca......

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...I sit brooding on my doorstep, begrimed, Loneliness, like a ghost, within, settled; Sunbeams, outside, spread lavishly sublimed, The current of existence-whirls nettled...! My little daughter,......

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...Oh, standing by thy greenish grave ! I ponder for thousands of times I write and write and then tear out Hundreds of notes hundreds of rhymes Thousands of nightingales I heard But for thy ni......

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...When fairy tales were in fashion, before true love was rare, A prince wooed a maid who was flaxen and fair. He came every day and patiently knelt Before the dark tower wherein his love dwelt. He'......

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...Once upon a time... Once upon a time, in France, a storyteller fella Wrote of a girl named Cinderella, Meant as a fairy tale romance. Her daddy died when she was young, and she was forced to sh......

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...Homes at the edge of a jungle must be built on stilts or the dead will bubble up through the floor when the rains come. That is why, when the python eased its way through a wire casement abov......

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... I saw blue memoirs fell from momma's eyes, as she looked into my brown retinas. Swiftly she removed my medicated glasses, a dominant gene I carved out from papa's bottled eyes. "Oh! sorry D!......

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...The window is long and narrow, the casement-sill a brooding lid far overhead. The glass is dirty, thick, and warped. It is not a window made to see through. People live in higher rooms; they dw......

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...Tom, the rebel cat was obstinate and stray Though active, intelligent, quick and strong, He always kept himself unfed for long Till he hunted and got his own prey His old master, for this, had ......

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...she stumbled over her own shadow on course for one more restless night a candle on the window sill flickered bade farewell to the day’s struggle scented with the fragrance of sweat i......

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...guileless in my green days i climbed to the tip of my toes to hear a tree and the wind clap a rat-a-tat code outside my casement window i was a follower then of minuscule choirs small voices no......

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...Across the night the silence of travelling lights, the shimmering molt of the stars, the moon sweeping snow over the black drenched cars, and all unwinding into cisterns of darkness. The chil......

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