Windowpane Poems - Poems about Windowpane

...~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ In the hushed silence of the night, Do you hear it? The soft pitter-patter, a gentle lullaby, Each droplet a note in nature’s symphony, A cascading melody, wi......Read the rest...

... A cracked windowpane. A few daffodils peek their heads through the weeds that grow tall where flowers once smiled. Purple nettle chokes the life from any grass courageous enough to try to stand in ......Read the rest...

...No mansion on the lake A cottage on the lane A hub for dwelling sake Worn wood on windowpane Potatoes in the bin A mattress for my bed A table in the den Suffice for breaking bre......Read the rest...

...In the hush of April showers, Whispering secrets of rebirth and decay, I find myself lost in the labyrinth Of dampened streets and sodden souls. The rain taps softly on my windowpane, A rhythm......Read the rest...

...In the dim light seen The trees show a theme A tree of a human With a high forehead With a long nose Fingertips to his lip Saying be quiet I'm trying to sleep Raindrops on the windowpane ......Read the rest...

...(by Sara Edgen-Baker & Mystic Rose) "Let the rain kiss you like a silver liquid drop as it sings to you a lullaby of love" I am a......Read the rest...

..."Let the rain kiss you. Let the rain beat upon your head with silver liquid drops. Let the rain sing you a lullaby." Langston Hughes ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I am the soft pitter-p......Read the rest...

... The sponge was smiling back, to me, with all those arithmatics, done dishes (a predestined setting) Cordial, versatile with a blatant truth, to shy from a trochaic, rythmic sounds The killers ......Read the rest...

...A Limerick Poem AABBA A limerick A little windowpane trickled on the left behind diamond A cosmic milky way, solitude, and Bed, bath and beyond The word, to and fro, and surreal, a tenant, a......Read the rest...

...~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The elder tree is all the seasons in living form. In the winter it waves from beyond my windowpane with soft wands of brown, accepting the breeze and welcoming hea......Read the rest...

... smoky-gray... frightened songbird... on my windowpane... overhead... bombs roar.........Read the rest...

...Life matters! There are so many strange salutations in Bangla, did you ever notice, there? Thou, Thee and they, there! So many strangers are in affluence in an estranged mannerism, in near and far!......Read the rest...

...A pale sunlight only partly had dressed the windowpane. The lemons in the kitchen looked like limes. The metal pots and pans did not gleam but were pastel-washed with a dewy lip-gloss. Th......Read the rest...

... The sunlight streams through the windowpane Casting a rainbow around my newborn In her bassinet as she sleeps. Brightening my world with flickering magic. Her silky blonde curls gl......Read the rest...

... The winter storm began with a few scattered flakes, but soon the snow was falling, swirling and twirling; white covered the city, streets, paths, forests and lakes, I lo......Read the rest...