We want something that will inspire us. The view was so beautiful that Victor felt his heart ache. I gaze harder as the clouds move across my vision, the glimpse of the sunshine caressing my skin warmly The trees are dancing with the rustling sound of the wind. The view from my window is not. 9 hours 45 min ago. 266 votes. Ajit Rekhy created the group. About this poem 'The Window' won second prize in the 2017 National Poetry Competition.. From the judges: "Looking back through the notes I’d made to myself on this poem on my first reading, I see I’ve written a huge tick on it, and then written “I love this” at the side. Under my window, a clean rasping sound When the spade sinks into gravelly ground: ... A fistful of poems about fatherhood by classic and contemporary poets. Get dressed. Children have a way of finding enjoyment in the simplest of things. when I'm sat here for a while. Among the high-branching, leafless boughs. Go! This collection WINDOW POEMS dates back to the fifties and sixties when Berry lived in minimalist cabin on the Kentucky River, a cabin later transformed into a 'house', the feature of which was a large, paned window through which Berry gazed, pondered and wrote these 27 interconnected poems. Vague dream head lifted out of the ground, And thing next most diffuse to cloud, Not all your light tongues talking aloud Could be profound. Happy Door Down. Read poems about / on: mirror, faith, snake, house, weather, wind, happiness, silence, dream, lost, heaven, dark, time, world, water, star, change, A View From My Window Poem by Padmore Enyonam Agbemabiese - Poem Hunter. We don’t want to stare at another building. Adeline. Mountain tops, now turned to white, Forewarn of winter chills, While trees, like golden rivers, Wind their way up through the hills. Outside their window, San Giorgio Maggiore seemed to be floating on the lagoon as if it had just surfaced there. There I see a few women entering the shop in search of a few items of luxury goods, I see the shopkeeper taking them round his shop. Leaves are saying soft good-byes As they come floating down To make a nature's carpet Of yellow, red, and brown. From Audio Poem of the Day May 2016. by Seamus Heaney Read More. We also … It may be a little piece of the world, but its mine. © Poems are the property of their respective owners. In the North Country of Canada, I have seen the Northern Lights like a ceiling of colored lights that lasts sometimes for a week. “Take a shower. By the time the boy is twenty, the village has developed into a city. Donate Donate. In pandemic, we are globally unprepared for this novel anguish. A poem about high school. Who? The picture is of the castle that overlooks my town. I remember the teaching staff at this small boarding school with great affection, in particular two very fine people, Ruby Andrews (known as Drew) and Julian Foster. Lord, I am hair, a wretchit mortall, That for thy mercy dois cry and call Unto thee, my lord celestiall, See who is at thy window, who? " Like a painting it is set before one, But less brittle, ageless; these colours. I see the sunflowers standing. . Published at the web's largest poetry site. Source: Poetry. The View from an Attic Window By Howard Nemerov. Recent pictures taken from your own window. or on separate branches. Yourself Better World. Outside my window A new day I see And only I can determine What kind of day it will be It can be busy and sunny Laughing and gay Or boring and cold Unhappy and gray My own state of mind Is the determining key For I am only the person I let myself be I can be thoughtful And do all I can to help Or be selfish And think just of myself I can enjoy what I do And make it seem fun Or gripe and complain And … Life that offers the vagaries of weather, Read writing about Poetry in the view from my window. 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