Window Poems - Poems about Window

Wispy clouds drift over the peak, as hazy thoughts hover around my mind, I look through a misty window pane and draw on a smiley emoji. Contest: Some Kind of Misty Sponsor: Nette Onclaud Date: 07/06/2025...

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Looking out my back door as the day slowly dies the sun bleeding colours across the endless skies of all the hopes I ever had I never knew would come through I was hoping for something would show me what to do watching from my window the night was on the rise the moon spreading silver above the cloudy skies of all...

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Dancing in my room as the daylight fades my silhouette turns pirouettes on the window shade how much love does it take to break the spell and shake this gloom I know too well rainy days I've had my share the outlook it's not always fair searching for a way reaching out for you 'til you return and make the sun shine...

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All gone, the stripes on mug, and coffee. Ground up, my morning thoughts. Handle the wake-up-beauty kiss; source of mystery. What’s in his cup? Mind’s empty. Fill it up. I don’t carry but one; a mindful wake-me-up. He’s dragged himself out of bed; drugged with sleepiness; purposed to begin his grind. He doesn’t dig coffee in the morning. Regular routine to pour himself...

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there’s something wondrous about a country kitchen its big sunny panes and open windows that welcome the summer breeze and every perfume nature offers to mindful eyes pointed at the vast outdoors on everything that lives and breathes in harmony AP: Honorable Mention 2025...

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Foggy Window Today I heard you breathing, I closed my eyes, and I could see you there so clearly. Fogging up the window until I rolled it down. You were there, ears flapping in the wind, your smile and that nose, that nose, breathing in all the smells. You were there so happy....

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mauve drapes hang fondly colouring her bandy shack like lavish gift bows...

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As my words "cascade" off my tongue, onto the "myriad" of blank pages. Each letter will slowly "slither," slither into a "serpentine" of sentences. As I stop to read, will the pages "lilt" to me? With tired eyes I see a "nebula" bright night, as I look out my huge window at the "lunar" light....

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I was once a window, a gateway to the unbounded light of the sky, Through which rays danced like spirits in the midst of a clear night, The moon bowed to whisper to me the secrets of stars forgotten by time, And people looked through me, their eyes full of dreams and hidden longings, Each gaze was a thread...

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Why does the sun sympathize with the man in the black shirt who is delirious with success? That looking at the window is the door to all happiness For him, an effective way to achieve this is with a pair of shoes And put the gold in his shirt pocket The sun was at my toes as...

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Elders sit at the fire place Members of parliament sit at the parliament Pupils sit in class room Students sit in the lecture room He that sitteth at the fire place of the elders Should not sit to gaze But keep the fire burning Collecting firewood Lest the fire burnsout New students light up a candle From...

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“This is a familiar route and one of the most common ones (at least to my seasoned eyes; you may find it beautiful)” — overheard. ______ A day like any other, but also a day like no other— ...

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I sit and stare beyond what's there, besides "The oval window, a portal to another dimension". It drags the moon's eclipse off the sun's circle to show an ellipse with twin foci, in two dimensions not one. The tension woven into its shape shrouds a duality, a flip-flop state, steeped in, and reeking with ambivalence. An oval coracle holding on, rocking in...

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Spring Rain Hiku 17 ...

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Scarlet reminds us of blood. There was an evil like a flood. Jesus was the last sacrificed life. God, through Jesus, stopped the strife, The power of evil cut like a cord, cut, Broken away and the torrent of horror shut Away from His beloved Creation; All people everywhere with no beration. The evil had gone so deep, sacrifices became daughters and sons! They...

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