Sill Poems - Poems about Sill

...Luminous miscellaneous adorn my crown, Frills and strawberries, Thorny circlet dusted with a light layer of twinkle, As my eyes hysteric with confusion muse on this loss. I gather the lumps......Read the rest...

...In the days that gradually thin, sprinkled with the last strands of sand, Evening descends upon my old and warm soul, Bony and stiff fingers, yearning for the warmth of the waning summer, As the a......Read the rest...

...Tell me about your hobby in 8-20 lines of rhyme Poetry Contest Sponsor-Tania Kitchin I remember the days of flying a kite Watching the dragon I made taking flight It would twist and turn an......Read the rest...

...Take this note to her, my dove It contains all my love Be careful, hold it very tight Drop it off to her tonight Outside her window knock until She hears you out there by the sill And when she......Read the rest...

...You stepped into my life when I was wondering what love is. For I knew only one aspect of the feeling, the emotion-- That connected me to me, my body, soul and spirit. I didn’t venture, for fear......Read the rest...

...Winter with thoughtful wings slips upon When her voice is too frail to hold life— Everywhere green, this light she's from; In gentleness back the forest bites, As feathery flakes shed through all......Read the rest...

...Chase my tricks of dew among the narcissi that sit atop my window sill with flits of stolen galanthus I pilfered just for you. I hasten that you answer me before the moon twitches at he......Read the rest...

... 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......Read the rest...

... We get to see you rise, step on the cold floor When the clock strikes five in the dark. Your cell goes gaga over nothing, you lie next to our lot, begging attention. When the lily in your gar......Read the rest...

...Curtains flutter over the nursery sill, Waiting for their mother to find The coverlet tossed aside, hanging still, Patiently expecting mother to right the spill, The beds, empty, the windows, t......Read the rest...

... I spent my childhood in southern Ireland and this was a typical summer A Portrait of an Irish Summer The hours staved, Wilde’s Dorian from the ashes rebor......Read the rest...

...Trembling and shaking and out of control. The burn in my mind, a deafening pull. The sight of your visage, the feel of the day. Oh god in the heaven make this go away. The voices descending, ......Read the rest...

...What you see when you look at me Is a man in quiet love With a pretty little bluebird She's all that I think of Don't worry though, no one will know That she's always on my mind I keep it to m......Read the rest...

...Bury me under the tree Just mentally, so you can forget Easily where exactly I lie, and what tree is that Bury me like I’m a seed Put me into the pot I’ll be a pepper, or an orchid Just anyth......Read the rest...

... When sky born laughter a strained ode construed, soaks up the pale rust yellow foliage, visual feast pursuit awhile imbued, An early morning spell I might engage, while breathing in the far......Read the rest...