Stained Glass Window Poems - Poems about Stained Glass Window

My heart is a stained glass window, fragile as a Rose in May refracting light from every angle, it holds life's leeway Suffused with fragments of love, I can be warm as night filled with a sense of awe, when you tilt me to the light, ...

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The life of a stained glass window, Is a life boring and dull, You take in rays of sunlight, And breathe out the colours that swell. The life of a stained glass window, Oh so boring, oh so dull, You give light to others, And shoo away your own, While they see the world in colours, Your sight you loaned. Colourblind by choice, You live in...

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you are butterfly beauty stand you flittering you float you fly your ~ transparent you were before the stained glass window passing the House of God ~ turned invisible butterfly beautiful you multicolored streams ~ of radiant schemes fluorescent colors brightly flitter you fly by ~ beautiful you are multicolored butterfly front stain glass mirror 8/8/23 Written words by James Edward Lee Sr ©...

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At first it looked just to be a sad old house beside the sea. I walked across the pure elk sand...

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Tears roll down her cheek like the morning dew of a leaf trickling now as if a creek her quiet sobs mark her grief now run along, theres nothing here Tis a sight you shouldn't see, but alas All who pass can see her fear The women trapped in stained glass Her beauty captured by the hues of ever shifting shades of blue her time...

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The child must know the hearth one calls home, where comforts round firelight warmth; the strength of brothers and little sister innocence, mother and father who waltz in evening shade; The moon is full of adventure and friends life-long --- unforgotten.... their smiles remain many winters past and the summers...

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Staring at the end of the hallway The stained glass windowed is etched into my mind, woah. Just another place to remind me What we had is gone, long gone. This was the house that got us through those moments of insecurity and self hate. You told me you would always love me, no matter what. I realize now you didn't mean...

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My stained glass image was a ripe peach with spilt Zinfandel like electric rubies pooling around a gentle ray. It was a colour hungering to weave spirit out of light, so that all my prism touched felt nothing but the energy of day. Then there was Love, A star brighter than the sun, halting Sol Invictus and his fiery chariot before Aphrodite’s temerity. But Love’s luminosity...

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I dreamed of light.. To fall.. A window.. To reflect.. Filled with colour Filled with nature A breathtaking sight To capture an age Of a Queen and King Eagles too Stream of Sighs Faeries with gossamer wings A Heartstone, true When dawn rose The window glowed, with soft light Kings and Queens Trees and birds...

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