Best Window Poems

A view of the ragged woodland from
The window:-
Slender branched trees that shed
From high above to low below;
The faint, mauven peaks
Smattered with barely visible
Scatterings of drifted snow;
Across the matted undergrowth
A bronzed carpet of copper coloured
Leaves
Whose rusting hue, 
Momentarily ignited by stray 
Sunbeams weakly smouldering,
Briefly refurbished -
Deceives...

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Window cleaning is my trade and I want to tell my story
Like the time I saw the Vicars wife in the bath in all her glory
Or when I saw the Vicar tied up, I thought there'd been a slaying
I called the police but it turned...

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Love feels like it has gone far away
She used to exist everywhere it seems
Now she hides in fear of being used up or let down

Most now, don’t even remember what she feels like

I remember long ago


Love used to have big bright colors 

lightening bugs would...

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she holds to her eyes

two lovely white daisies

window dressings

that conceal

a sullied soul


For PD's Photograph #1 -under 10 lines- Contest...

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rain streaks down window pane
 sadness echoes in thunder's roar
 teardrops falling from cloudy eyes
 yet in some distant place
 laughter colors sky with rainbow 

 5-18-19
 Writing Challenge 2, May 2019, Lind68868 Contest
 Sponsor: Dear Heart
 Theme 2: Comparative Thought...

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As long as I have a window
I have the wonder of the world
            What I can see is as limitless as the sky
with every possibility

As long as I have a window
I can never feel...

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I watch this world pass by, 
miracle after miracle, 
overcome with thoughts 
of life and death - 
heated in a buttery sky;
the air melts into far corners,
farther than my eyes can see. 
Faster, this world spins into
eternity, faith, and possibilities.
An open window becomes a gate...

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From my window lofty high
I sit and watch the passersby 
Safely from within the womb
Of this quiet and private room
That's my asylum in the sky
And, I imagine...

From the safety of my perch
Above the elm, the oak, and birch
Alone, I slowly drift through life
Exempt from conflict,...

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In the middle of my plain white wall
There is a plain white window
And next to my plain white window
Is where I sit in a plain white dress
On a plain white chair
And every morning the sun rises
And every evening the sun sets
I see them all from...

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Gentle breeze come my way
release your secrets held at bay
I'll leave the window open
even just a crack
in hopes your winds
ever slightly blow back
into my never ending dream

Gentle breeze set me free
carry my worries out to sea
I'll leave the window open
and pull back the curtains
in hopes...

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The tree next to my window
Waves with its leaves all day
As if it thinks I'm lonely
Or does it want to play?

Its branches create shadows
That dance across the room
I wonder if it notices
My smile full in bloom

The small birds living in it
Sing music to its dance
From...

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When through my window flew a tiny bird,
she straightway went to where she chose to roost.
I laughed because it seemed a bit absurd
her perching on my bed post! I deduced
she'd lost her way, but now that she was here,
she seemed at home. She cocked her...

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Three states
in five hours.
Maybe we’ll stop somewhere nice
like a KOA campground.
A kid can hope. It’s hot and it would be great to go for a swim. Instead we stop at the liquor store,
dad buys a case of beer. At the store next door mom buys...

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Eyes are the windows of the soul
But what if you don’t do windows
What if you keep eyes closed 
As if reality is too much to devote 

Or you may hide behind shades
Dark and obscure hiding away
Or you may bravely parade
Bloodshot eyes from detoxing days

Are you...

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High above the quiet, darkened streets of January, the night wind begins to whisper secrets through my apartment window casements. Far below me lie four cafes, all in sync as they awaken from daytime hibernation to begin an evening ritual of turning on lights, welcoming...

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