Casements Poems - Poems about Casements

... wild wind whipping trees bend and thrash leaves rudely torn off gardens trashed blackening skies presage the storm rain drops attack and hail pellets form shattering glass in windows a......

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...Contest: Out My Window Sponsor Craig Cornish 8-22-23 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Out My Window Out of my window I see A long road stretch its legs, Strutting before me ......

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...Come in scented summer garden! Come in nature super show! veins of Thee all turned to yellow Mistletoe! in spring woe? In the scented breath of summer Laugh and look at magic show Beaut......

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...I hail rain In wintery nights When it showers And scented puffs of damp Cool breeze from my orchard Strikes against my Cheeks While I stand in Corridor Where Phantoms of the y......

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...Can I just, Take a look, At the back Of the linen I sew And the pockets i made Nd the memories new With some frnds nd some lies Nd some things that i knew Intended things that i did... ......

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...Today, there are no rubber ducks or mother's marigold skirts to hide behind as we once did. In their place, lurking dark and hoary, a bathtub mist updrafts thick with loose spores, and mil......

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...High above the quiet, darkened streets of January, the night wind begins to whisper secrets through my apartment window casements. Far below me lie four cafes, all in sync as they awaken from daytime......

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...Bejeweled, in and out of the Gothic architecture, Conceived by Abbot Suger, through a constant conjecture; With perfect glasswork etched out of the then-time silica, Found its place In Saint-Deni......

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...Soft the morning comes steals into my hushed room... Nay! Glorious child of God! in Majesty's thrall Fling wide the casements ~ Roll call......

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...A cat prowls above cast-down shadows. Under a nailed starlight yellow eyes gleam like far removed planets. Standing by my door looking up into the cold riveted stars I sense the remote clankin......

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...This is no mere rejoicing thing, The sun does peep again, It pricks the roads with beamy swords And dries the humid grain. The water gleams with golden sheen, A mirror on the lake, As ......

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...The portal to my heart sealed ever-so-tight Iron casements held fast 'gainst tempest's stormy night How did it happen Did the wind blow her in Joy for ages unfelt, unseen True love, ......

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...These are prophetic poems and apocalyptic poems ... The Vision of the Overseer’s Right Hand by Michael R. Burch “Dust to dust ...” I stumbled, aghast, into a valley of dust and bone w......

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...Auto-da-fé at Plaza Major Sixteen-Eighty was brutal on saints and their hissing cats. A turgid June, thickened as it was by an immature sanguinary wine that failed to quench the civil mob. ......

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...the Horror by Michael R. Burch the Horror lurks inside our closets the Horror hides beneath our beds the Horror hisses ancient curses the Horror whispers in our heads the Horror tells us De......

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