Short Sills Poems
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around
about us wend
spiraling fates,
treading sills as lame cats
or children unsure of fruit
wink at chance
Categories:
sills, courage, journey, life, perspective, self,
Form:
Verse
Icy chills and heating bills
Streaks and stains on window sills
Of winter I have had my fill ~
Return, O Robin and Whippoorwill
Categories:
sills, bird, spring, winter,
Form:
Rhyme
Dust
drifting
coating sills
forlorn floating
motes
lost
lonely
abandoned
the empty room
sighs
contest: TURN ON THE LANTERNE
Margaret Foster Sept. 2011
Categories:
sills, sad,
Form:
Lanterne
Sweet rain drops tapping on the window panes
leaving trails on sills and ivy
in a rush like soft liquid,
crystals fall, then vanish
‘neath the thirsty earth
and nourishes
the flowers;
earth worms
too!
~*~
Categories:
sills, happy, nature, rain,
Form:
Nonet
Strawberry eating frog was full to the gills
Loving his fruit which brought flies to his sills
He is having so much fun, it is crazy said my cousin Zills
Zip Zap Zing and Zoom in flew in more flies from the hills.
Categories:
sills, 1st grade, 2nd grade, 3rd grade, 4th
Form:
Monorhyme
Modern Haiku
Wet dog
Looks into a rain pool
Contemplative
When it rains
Cats sleep on window sills
Pensive mice
Meditative rain
Gently descends
In September
Introspective
Mountain village
In the mist
Categories:
sills, life, nature, peace, rain, rain,
Form:
Haiku
These graphite singularities
contain universes
unconceived,
awaiting
the Big Bang
of inspiration, but
narrative particles
escape like
Hawking radiation --
gravity’s diminution
evaporatively slow,
nearly virtual,
and random.
Categories:
sills, allegory
Form:
Free verse
A year
in which
each day
brings one
tenth inch.
First the
window sills
are covered
then door
jambs. Our
lips are
sealed then
our eyes
shut. Sleep
like this
we've never
known. Will
Spring return?
Unknown. We
care not.
Categories:
sills, care, day, joy, nature, snow, spring, winter,
Form:
Verse
New growth welcomes April showers
Gardens bloom with spring time flowers
Daffodils display their frills
Pink marigolds grace window sills
Robins sing to greet the day
Rabbits frolic as they play
Another year of brand new growth
I welcome spring and summer both
Categories:
sills, flower, nature, spring,
Form:
Rhyme
Sedimentary and metamorphic rock
From earths mantle or crust
Host of tungsten granites and diorites
Intrusive extrusive and hypabyssal
Of batholths sills and dikes
Eruptions of subaerial volcanoes
Continental crust
A pacific ring of fire
4030 million years old
Categories:
sills, faith
Form:
I do not know?
Hello
I saw goodbyes
Standing still
No window sills
No next day
Then
I saw Hellos
Lined up to stare
No step tomorrows
No sorrows still
There
It’s Hello and
Goodbyes
So stand still
See window wonders
Signs that will
Sigh a goodbye
Until
Hello
June 2017
Categories:
sills, analogy, appreciation, cheer up,
Form:
Rhyme
Dandelions and daffodils
Baby's Breath and violets, mix
In flowerpots on window sills
A sparrows nest built broken sticks
Cracked open shells, first flights from chicks
Testing their wings and flying skills
One day they'll learn to make their fix
A nest for chicks, up in the hills
Categories:
sills, nature,
Form:
Lay
He
Whispers
Poetic words
In the heat of love
Dreaming of tomorrows truth
I fall onto a hopeless dream
Awaken
By the emptiness
Of rumbled bed sheets
The song birds singing on window sills
As the sun rises yet again and again and again
Coffee cup filled with tears, loneliness fills the years
Categories:
sills, loneliness, love hurts,
Form:
I do not know?
Every day once a while
I could see the construction of a
new building going by,
It proceeds slow enough
to make some innocent birds mistake
it for an abandoned shelter;
They have begun building their refuge
on its dusty window sills,
lovingly nurturing it to become
permanent, giving their everything.
Categories:
sills, allusion, childhood, city, heart, old, poetry, poets,
Form:
Free verse
A pain Overlooking
From under of the door sills
Overlooking suffering
Uniqueness of paddle in heart
Closed of the doors
Oh, Tears lamb
Which stray from herd
We too
Until now,
trying to cut of crying ropes
We caught up
Did not come a taste of happiness
We sold in the slave market
Looking to new hope.
Categories:
sills, africa, arabic, cry, dark, voice,
Form:
Free verse
In deep winter,
in the heart of cold,
his days are met
with endless snow
resembling nothing
so much as waves,
white as salt,
banked against
the walls of his house,
above window sills,
sealing doors,
denying escape.
He lost count
of the buried days,
so come the thawing,
the regaining of his lonely mind,
anywhere but here called,
whispering escape.
Categories:
sills, winter,
Form:
Free verse
How familiar but hazy this barn,
with taints of everything I'd known,
or felt I knew ---
my modern lifestyle
had been too cosmopolitan, false -
Sunset glimmered on the rusty sills,
yet the comfort grew warmer
and I was finally
in an abode I belonged,
the smell of baked potatoes
drifting on--
where time walked these shoes
back in grandparents' home.
Categories:
sills, remember,
Form:
Free verse
The Promise
Since the women left
Toilets are blocked, men pee
Into kitchen sinks.
Pot plants on sills have died
And gay blades live in fear of rape
Shops have shut their doors
Men sit in bars and sulk
When not shooting holes in the sky
If the women only will return
We will promise the world
But only after they have cleaned up
Our clutter.
Categories:
sills, absence, abuse,
Form:
Burlesque
I
the slow burning light mocks
centuries and clocks spinning still
novels farm dust in window sills
and endlessly thoughts roam halls
poets die receding
ghosts burn brittle pages
ink tears tyrannical
hues blast screaming war
II
a patient awakens
in a white
room full of
voices
his heart pounds
hell’s last hope
roaring pain
drowned in
flames
Categories:
sills, spiritual, visionary,
Form:
Free verse
Those Good Tomatoes
Chicago, South Side
Late July and I am waiting
for those good tomatoes
brought to the city from farms
on trucks with a swinging scale,
brought to the city
and into the alleys
by Greeks and sons
in late July
and early August,
tomatoes so red they reign
on the sills of my mind all winter
too perfect to eat.
Donal Mahoney
Categories:
sills, foodcity, july,
Form:
Free verse
The rain clouds overflow and spill.
I shiver in the wind.
Stooping to pick some springtime,
I bring an armload in.
My house is filled with sunshine,
For on all the window sills
Are streams of golden sunbeams
From my yellow daffodils.
These lovely golden flowers
Are my gift from up above.
For my spring hungry soul, my God
Sends proof of his true love.
By Joyce
Categories:
sills, seasons
Form:
Rhyme
I'm living in a world of dreams, but this I know.
Red numbered doors and window sills...
Dust busters and mail boxes...
...Imaginary things, dreaming things.
This I know.
A frightening thought,
Of what lay awake beneath those sheets of concrete and glass;
A virgin forest in the late summer sun.
A million birds. You've never seen so many birds.
Where mankind sleeps in the cold.
Categories:
sills, environment,
Form:
Free verse
Pills, pills, pill, pills, pills, pills, pills.
I never used to take any no matter what my ills.
We have four giant bowls full,
They fit in our window sills.
Pills, pills, pills, pills, pills, pills, pills.
I take them for my shoulder
When arthritis gives me a thrill.
Blue and white allow me to walk,
When foot pain kicks in and still
I feel annoyed by them
These pills, pills, pills, pills, pills.
Categories:
sills, introspection,
Form:
Rhyme
Cobwebs cover the window sills
And dust chokes the doors
All is quiet, air stagnant as camera stills
Take heed, steer clear of these shores
On dark nights they shine the beacon
Sound the horn to signal danger
Tarry not, your resolve shall weaken
For its they you should fear, stranger
Dread not the sunken pirate ships
But here’s no safe harbor to dock
The night crew, the Graveyard Crypts
Man the lighthouse on this rock”
Categories:
sills, beach, boat, dark, voyage,
Form:
Free verse
Sunday
Long is Sunday, empty streets
a tunnel of silence,
damp pavement, water trickles
into gutters.
Burnt matches, *** butts and
yesterday leave form a rust
brown dike, it bursts and floods
tiny pebbles-
flowers on the window sills
admire sift rain on glass.
A life spent in a pot fear
no weed and see no evil.
A black cat decides not to
cross the road,
a child in yellows wellies
dreams of tomorrow.
Categories:
sills, absence, august, autumn,
Form:
Blank verse