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annh Sep 2019
As the twilight contracts
And outstretching sleep escapes me,
The darkness offers me its small hand to hold,
Sighing gratefully for the flame I place in the window
To pass the night through.

Ian Sep 2019
I watch the grass die
Right outside my window

First it’s green
Then it’s yellow
Then it’s brown

The next day I watch the rain fall right outside my window
And the grass grows back

First it’s brown
Then it’s yellow
Then it’s green
Vic Sep 2019
Tap tap
Does the rain against the glass
As I blow my nose another time,
And wish I wasn't sick.
A "poem" every day.
RVani Kalyani Aug 2019
Headphones plugged,
My thoughts are rugged.
Humming the song lyrics,
I see the nature's classics.
My consciousness fades away,
In the direction of wind's way.
Anastasia Aug 2019
talking to you
through your window
while you face me
on your bed
visions of sweet kisses
dance around in my head
lips so soft like velvet
gently touching mine
tell me why it is
i think about you all the time
Azure Aug 2019
Light reflected on my eyes.

Woke me up from a deep sleep.

It wasn’t a bright shiny morning,

but it woke me up for nothing to keep.

Just reflection on my glass window.

A mirage in a desert so deep.

I go around chasing it,

till I’m so tired, I creep.

Rolling on the endless sand,

then I realize there’s nothing to keep.

But I’m up, so? what now?

I can't go back to sleep!

Awakened by a false light,

to chase nothing I can keep.



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Ash Young Aug 2019
I caught a glimpse of my hands in the reflection of a window
And thought they were my mother’s.
I’m wearing gloves from now on.
Emmanuella Aug 2019
Smoothly, she slinks onto the window sill,
silky body settling before tall pane of glass;
Outside, the city’s down and out
Outside, the city’s golden light
and darkest dark.
She curls,
long tail around slick body
and stares out
for the one who stares back.

Tonight,
It’s an empty window opposite,
A single frame of
oh, what her life could be.
She’s never seen more
doesn’t yearn to,
Just for her amore
her golden tabby love.

Ah, there he is,
a pounce atop window sill;
he stares at her
who stares back
his joli chat noir (pretty black cat).

But it’s all too soon
when she’s wrapped in arms too smooth
and a voice,
lacking feline’s purr
slurs,
“Ah, puppy love, Rosette.
It’s all  just puppy love.”
"A Cat's Romance is but puppy love..."
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