Pane Poems - Poems about Pane

Gaze Out the Pane

I talk to the trees
but they don’t listen to me…
I tell you my dreams
and while you’re listening to me
I suddenly see them
come true
—Alan Jay Lerner/Frederick Loewe I Talk to the Trees

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The Dawn Visitor

The nights were short,
A clear summer, long and hot,
A chickadee visited every dawn,
And caught a stunning view by the pane.

Maybe my nest’s walls knew,
A fluffy gray-black chick who... 
Lit the sun pointed to my nest house...
Captured my morning drowse.

A courageous little skylark,
With a notorious chirp crack,
She repeatedly taps my pane,
And sharply beeps, in rhythmic strain.

through mine pane

.

                      she returnz
                    this time every
         

The Window Pane

Just getting ready to open the door,
an old door with six panes of glass
filling the upper half of the door,
like six frames of distinct pictures
into the world.

Wanting to step outside and take a deep breath
of this warming spring morning,
but noticed one of the panes was different
than the others, distorted slightly,
like old time glass.

I took some

THE WINDOW’s PANE

A spell cast, a net of wonder forever,     
Transfixed in mountainous worlds, clever.     

Isolated in chosen safe places, deep,     
Sublime generosity, secrets to keep.     

A portal of experience, a window's grace,     
A reprieve from boredom, time and space.     

A caress of melancholy, when skies open in rain,     
An embrace of hope in sunshine, easing pain.     

A pact with the vine leaves, whispers low,     
A

Beyond the Pane

Villanelle: "Beyond the Pane"

B. Marquardt-Alexander with Sylvia Plath and Ima Gen (credited to all) 

In sunlight's haze, I stare beyond the pane,

A world outside, where love and joy remain.

Where freedom calls, my heart begins to strain.

The grass whispers secrets, as I lie in vain,

Longing to flee, to leave this heartache's stain.

In sunlight's haze, I stare

A wet pane

Pictures of life are so blurry looking through the lens of a wet pane
Wind fills it with all its fury heavy; driving me today a cold rain
It howls with a strength; if only I could use the screen as a harnessing strain
But instead, I run from it just as a minnow swims towards a seine
It's

A Nightshads Song

Winter rains lover
	the cold north wind
	fought against the thought of warmth
in which we would embrace again.

It holds steadfast to the slow
	beating of the window pane
		drums loudly out thoughts
	leaving us numb.

Ice courses through veins
	long forgotten canals
		whom once held court for promises
	of love stricken stars
that fell from above.

Silence is left shouting
	deaf tones 
		of moments
	long held to endless

A Dust of Pane,A Dust of Mass

the air is the dust
the air is the mass
the dust is the pane
the pane is the mass
the pane is the air of dust
the pane is the air of mass
mass is a pane of mass

the air is the chemical
the air is the pane
a chemical is a pane of chemical
a chemical is a pane of air
a chemical

Staring Into a Window Pane Space Full of Quadrilaterals

sandpaper savage today
buttermilk wavelength tomorrow
directions are like buffets in multidirectional earthquakes
yet and still i cherish the day

downward spiral clouded pepper today
scallops dipped in butter sauce tomorrow
arrows are like indecisive enthusiasts continuously banging their heads
yet and still i cherish the day

driving off of an embankment today
sucking nipples carelessly on a pillowtop mattress tomorrow
pathways are like emotional

Stained Glass Pane

One day—
The sea will be my backyard
Every morning, standing upon the deck
Of the one called Going Numb
A “Greatest Dad” mug in one hand
My last vice burning orange in the other

I will watch the sun rise like the formidable Phoenix
Warming the blue green sea with her touch
As tender fingers of a salty breeze
Run through my silvery

Lunar Shines Throughout the Window Pane-

In between my drapes 
my eye out the window 
I guess I witness 
the moonshine it's 11:00 p.m. 
and as I sit in my living room
 I look with mine eye and I see 
the moonshine as I gaze
 lunar shines


9/17/21
Written by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021

I Am Just Broken Liken a Pane of Glass-

your life you can see through transparent like in glass
The sun tone skin burnt like brazen bronze brass
My life is broken like a picture on the table
My heart is hoping to be filled with love we rolling and my soul find itself stable

Who's am I
Where am I
Why am I

Life's transparent  
Skin tattered and worn
Broken

The Store Window Pane

The store window pane..

Reflecting the bustling traffic and

A backdrop of sky and tree allowing

It all as nothing appearing as lights and

Honking..and stops avoiding catastrophic

Interruptions of movements dedicated to

Sky and tree...

Shining Lights Through Window Pane-

The Shining Lights through window pane
Arching spectacle brilliancy
Capitalization overheated Exchange
Brightly shines the Sun
Arching spectacle brilliancy 
Orbital glimpse of spiraling Lights
Brightly shines the Sun
Ever so shines ever so bright
Orbital glimpse of spiraling lights
Capitalizing overheated Exchange
Eversole shiny ever so bright
Shining Lights through the window pane


1/11/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr  2021

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