Panes Poems - Poems about Panes

bricks can shed so much light on a neighbourhood in fact much more than the windows ever could Killing With an Epigram Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Margarita Lillico Couplet form 04/23/22...

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patterns; ferns and trees frozen shattered panes of glass fresh etched natures art Winter Haiku Poetry Contest, placed 3rd Sponsored by: Tania Kitchin Date wrote: 16th January 2022 https://www.howmanysyllables.com/syllable_counter/...

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I look upon your eyes, I see a dirty glass; A smudge dirty window to your heart; And deep inside your throat you hurt; You’ve consumed to much dirt; You choke Now in your soul, you know And unbearable lune You haven let go of you sins Wash the window of your soul; Spill up the dirt you’ve ate whole; Deep inside your heart invoke; Getting...

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There once was a house down the lane With tattered shutters and broken window panes They said it was haunted But I was undaunted I went in normal and came out insane And old man came to answer the door He said, "If you want to come in, are you sure?" The man was a ghost He said, "I'm your host" "Welcome my friend...

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The shattered panes of this brain jagged lines and deep deep lanes do you see the road signs? what's the way Is it down this road? pray pray The filters change in snapshots and shudders Blonde highlights and soft brown color her hearts still soft and pink in deep It's just the outside that no longer speaks her words are pictures to...

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Puttied Panes Puttied panes, encased in pink-primed steel Watch tiny rivers wend their downward way, While puddles form where thin green spikes reveal A just sown lawn, where one day I may play. New houses; salmon bricked, like some great quilt. Stark line posts, straight as soldiers, stand erect, All razor edged, where blood may soon be spilt In play; and then, through...

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it's somber this evening this rain falls fast and hard echoing like your words against the panes of my soul i struggle to breathe with this weight upon my chest as it suffocates me i feel lost somewhere between this darkness and my dreams hopelessly trying to find my way back sleep doesn't come within a mind that's tossed about in the depths of thought wondering what caused this storm as it looms over me drowning me in the...

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Frosted window panes hundreds of unique crystals children scratching ice...

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I will remember you in the brightest sunshine! And even better in the misty rain. Or in the sounds of crunchy, Chicago snows. Beneath our running lovers' feet! I will remember you each bright time I smell popcorn, so warm and buttery. Oh, how you relished that treat! Snuggling next to our first Christmas tree. But, God took you home to His eternity. Indeed,...

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Panes of glass in my soul divide me from my past Portals that serve as the windows into my future Yet clearly distort the visions of my present tense Frosty panes on the periphery of my vision ahead Wavy, hazy rain streaked dusty and cracked obscure Coats the window with grime from the road’s voyage Mirror to the rear...

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Dear, Window Panes I admire your commitment the way you position yourself to bring out the very best in others you hold up frailty like a tiara on a newly crowned princess as you align yourself strategically paralleled with others your placement is impeccable so please excuse the constant stares but I see thru you and I understated the...

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behind these glass panes here she contemplates nature never feeling rain the sun never warms her face she's merely an observer...

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Night's breath has coalesced upon the window pane etched a landscape all in white with forest, trees, and lanes. Frosted panes, once so plain, now graced by nighttime's sighs lift lacy limbs toward white capped hills below a pristine sky. Comes the sun, the night's undone and I can almost cry, as night's trace is fast erased from my weary eyes. Day time yawns, with the...

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When winter paints those frosty ferns on my windowpane I find myself a little girl up on your lap again In that old house, where you wove that coloured tapestry With all the glorious memories of your life upon the sea With weathered palm so deeply etched with every season past You rubbed a porthole in the center of the...

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When winter paints those frosty ferns on my windowpane I find myself a little girl up on your lap again In that old house there by the sea where you wove that tapestry With all the glorious memories of your life upon the sea With weathered palm so deeply etched with every season past You rubbed a porthole in the...

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