Window Poems - Poems about Window

...In the quiet of the night, my mind begins to race, Random thoughts swirling, searching for a place. Fragmented memories, pieces of the past, Flitting through my consciousness, fading fast. A ka......Read the rest...

...This is my favorite place. They have the best musical taste. And more than that- Outside is a cat. They give him a bowl of water. This is my writing fodder. “A Poet’s Crush.” I act in a rush. ......Read the rest...

... “birds care not for whom they sing” - Silent One Many writes come and go, could there be One you know? There are writers that write words,  there is One who writes with feelin......Read the rest...

...,,Mia, you wanna stand towards michael for a short minute? Just in case so he doesn't fall" A normal day like every other in school, today we needed to wash the windows. ,,Oh, sure!" I ran towards......Read the rest...

...Yowling and howling, snarling and snapping Came in through a window when my husband was napping It sounded like a sound off, I was sure a cat would be dead. My own cat bounced in moments later, hi......Read the rest...

... Words mean what to you? Did you know, words have feelings like people? Poetry is written with, heart from my meaningful words. Some poems ooze happiness, others can be very sad. Did ......Read the rest...

...In this universe of scattered thoughts, Where people seem to think only with their minds, There are others who weave their thoughts with their entire being, With the blood, with the marrow of thei......Read the rest...

...learning piano train of thought derailing notes window flower grows......Read the rest...

...The tragedy of our times is not the tragedy of reason, but the triumph of reason, A cold triumph, cloaked in mantles of pure logic, That suffocates the whispers of hearts, lost in the echo of steri......Read the rest...

... Mornings speak louder with the early birds' songs. The joy of the sun that disguises our sadness, leaving it behind for some time. June discovers souls that live in the gloom, feeling a......Read the rest...

... In the dingy light of an antique shop, I rummage through a box of old photographs. A lady’s image holds my eye: I hold her up to a soft light filtered from a nearby window. A scrat......Read the rest...

...Can you see my VPL through this dress? Hold on till I look out the window. What you looking at. I’m searching for the spaceship. Is that your idea of a joke. Hey, you’re the one speaking Klingon......Read the rest...

...Heavy rain is falling down On the baked soil Making every tree a clown Showering turmoil Lightnings crack the sky and thunder Shakes the window pane Where are you this time I wonder Could you......Read the rest...

...I know that I have died before— once in November, once in June. How strange to choose June again, so concrete with its green breasts and bellies... The city of Ia?i will not mind. At night, the ......Read the rest...

...Every once in a while, I slow down. I don't think I even mean to, but you do something to make me pause. For a moment, I tune out the hustle and bustle, the beautiful chaos that lives in our......Read the rest...