Window Poems - Poems about Window

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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Your lips may speak with care handpicking words that begs for mercy But eyes will always refuse to lie every wink tells a truth that lies beneath They smile when your joy is real They suffocate when silence hides your pain every glance displays a raging storm saying things your mouth can never fathom. Through them one can see the child in you The...

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spring my vase is ready on the broad window sill~ spring rains bring beauties summer my vase overflows on the broad window sill~ sunlight warms petals autumn my vase stands silent on the broad window sill~ leaves drift down like thoughts winter my vase gathers dust on the broad window sill~ snowlight fills the room...

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my vase is ready on the broad window sill~ spring rains bring beauties...

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An unexpected storm happened last fall I put a window in to keep out the snow and wind For the comfort you brought me, I embraced you You and the peace I didn’t know I needed became my obsession This is wrong You were so constant I got used to it Winter brings a new set of challenges When...

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the fresh air wafts in meandering exploring curious and capricious gingerly bobbing candidly playful announcing with much enthusiasm summer's arrival AP: 1st place 2025...

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Gloom descends upon my head, Think it will never end. Paint brush comes out, Primary colors flit about. Across the canvass in wide swathes. Inked in buildings, Some don't last. Of towering structures covered in paint, ...

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