Windows Poems - Poems about Windows

Wounds, like windows, when opened, let in light and the breath of something new. But it takes courage to unlatch what pain has sealed shut. We board them up, plaster the cracks, pretend the draft isn't there— but silence has a smell, and you can only hold your breath for so long. Sometimes, healing sounds like wind whistling through what broke— a quiet reminder that damage doesn’t mean...

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I want the windows to face the sea Saw the back of a woman standing near the setting sun The woman wore clothing that pleased God Which makes me happy to see the excitement from here...

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Oh reapers of the earth, whose vengeance is buried underneath the earth, dig out the trenches of time and fill them with water for the thirsty divine; spread the message of hope and bring peace and comfort to your empty soul. Spread the wings of time and I will show you what is mine. Drop...

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My first home had no walls or windows; it was a warm, wordless place, enveloped in the beating of a heart, My mother's womb, that dark cathedral of safety where time didn't know how to count the days, Nor was pain allowed to enter that silent sanctuary, where silence was a sacred vow, I didn't know I existed,...

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hints of change in a drink the juice is bad information for reasons are gone when sunshines change and turning grows into my spelling Mom teaches me lies about rules and while i wake up my angels die from the worlds upset about sleeping people yell and run off heavens songs jumping cars into the explosions and gods just happy to hang out and scream back spraying the...

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Can you hear that musical sound rising up out of the ground Can you feel that peculiar beat running up and down the vein in your feet, I can’t imagine you are sitting there when all roads leads to over there, the stakes are high and the pilgrims are marching on the colorless clouds way up...

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I sit in stillness framed by glass the world outside dances sunlight spills like golden honey. yet within these walls I stay. regret coils..... around me tight as a noose lurking in shadows. I breathe in inhaling the vastness of the ocean's essence. I can feel it my heart beats..... steady as stone. I glance out and see islands shimmering like dreams….. clouds lazily drift by. like ghostly albatrosses. heavy with...

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The eyes are windows to the soul; That’s what they say, or so I’m told. Your soul stares back at me, beneath the snow; through icy drops of salty rain, stained glass fills the window pane. Nothing else could strike me dumb, But this much beauty ties my tongue. Your voice reverberates like a song; that warms me up like...

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A crooked cobblestone street of windows A maze of windows - creating a mournful meandering mirror Watching, waiting, and wishing to be magical and magnificent The brilliance of becoming something more And as misty darkness undressed the Day As luck would have it - wish granted, and it was a Monet....

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The songs of the early nineties keeps ringing in my ears, it is the joy and the melody that I continue to feel and hear, I can still feel the chills as the snowflakes drops on my window sill and Santa with his protruded guts playing pranks in the open dust. I...

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Have you ever noticed? Noticed when everything changed When all the sudden Everyone has something to say Everyone but you.. We all know everyone has changed That's a part of growing up But when did it start When did we all start caring about what people had to say Cared about what thought What they thought on your life Your decisions...

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Dirty windows and broken hearts, like books left open on the table, On silent streets where morning and night share their last pages, A generation of brave souls, seeking light between the lines of the day, Heavy judgments like bookmarks forgotten among memories. In the game of life, the dice are thoughts cast on the blank page, I, a reader...

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There are two windows in my house blest, one is to east and one is to west From one I see sunrise and from other sun sets, one face highway and other forest I observe people from one and birds from others, people seem hustle and birds continue warble I see streetlight with other moon sight; people...

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Windows reflects the world outside Inside, the soul remains concealed. A ticking clock, a relentless reminder Of moments passing, unreclaimed. A diner, a stage for silent dramas Obsoletion fades stains of trauma. Each matron, an enigma, unnamed In the quiet corner, an empty stool... A cook, a keep, a bartender secretly weeps polishes glasses, pushing the dregs away. Waiting for a story untold...

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In deep nights, when the moon weeps its shadow on the windows of the soul, My thoughts slip along the thin thread of trust, woven from spider silk and shattered dreams. The eyes of the world, opaque mirrors, hide untold secrets behind cardboard smiles, And I, a lost traveler on the land of friendship, vainly seek the key...

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