#windowpane - Hello Poetry

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Feb 11

Feb 11, 2026 at 5:42 PM UTC

Rain in the morning Your sound is my talisman Puts my worries down Raindrops on the windowpane Like enchanting cosmic dance

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Oct 21, 2025

Oct 21, 2025 at 1:00 AM UTC

NRpoetry

Rain Lover

Rain in the morning Your sound is my talisman Puts my worries down Raindrops on the windowpane Like enchanting cosmic dance

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I sat by the window, Opposite to trees. My head was aching For I had a sleepless night. The sun shined, On the broken windowpane. The yellow leaves were shedding Off their companions. The cold breeze slipped through the broken windowpane And whispered something in my ears. It calmed my mind And my pain vanished. The door, in the room, opened And she entered. Everyone stood up, I didn't.

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Apr 28, 2019

Apr 28, 2019 at 7:09 AM UTC

buoyed-pot

Broken windowpane

I sat by the window, Opposite to trees. My head was aching For I had a sleepless night. The sun shined, On the broken windowpane. The yellow leaves were shedding Off their companions. The cold breeze slipped through the broken windowpane And whispered something in my ears. It calmed my mind And my pain vanished. The door, in the room, opened And she entered. Everyone stood up, I didn't.

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i would much rather see dried tears on my pillow than another person in the same bed with me. not putting more strain on an already broken and irrepairable heart by letting someone in again. loneliness comforts more than the warmth of another nowadays and that’s how i will stay. that is the way it’ll remain. a view through the windowpane was the last thing she left added to the silhouette of a bloodstain on the bed we use to share where she stole my heart as i laid covered by sheets still felt by my soul.

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Jan 26, 2019

Jan 26, 2019 at 7:32 PM UTC

_Klvstrfvck

The Last Time

i would much rather see dried tears on my pillow than another person in the same bed with me. not putting more strain on an already broken and irrepairable heart by letting someone in again. loneliness comforts more than the warmth of another nowadays and that’s how i will stay. that is the way it’ll remain. a view through the windowpane was the last thing she left added to the silhouette of a bloodstain on the bed we use to share where she stole my heart as i laid covered by sheets still felt by my soul.

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Splitter splatter, pitter patter, rain dance my cares away Pitter patter, splitter splatter, on this cold and lonely day Doing your tap dancing on the crisp Fall leaves In your rhythm all my worries are relieved Slapping out the tune on the old evergreen The most beautiful sound I have ever seen Splitter splatter, beating on my windowpane Trying to break my heavy mental chain Pitter patter, rapidly tapping on the glass Trying to warn me, of shadows yet to be cast ©Pauline Russell

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Jan 4, 2017

Jan 4, 2017 at 11:32 AM UTC

Pauline_Morris

Shadows Cast

Splitter splatter, pitter patter, rain dance my cares away Pitter patter, splitter splatter, on this cold and lonely day Doing your tap dancing on the crisp Fall leaves In your rhythm all my worries are relieved Slapping out the tune on the old evergreen The most beautiful sound I have ever seen Splitter splatter, beating on my windowpane Trying to break my heavy mental chain Pitter patter, rapidly tapping on the glass Trying to warn me, of shadows yet to be cast ©Pauline Russell

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Bright, sunny rays fall On the tip of my window pane Some go back; some cross the wall Lighting up my otherwise dull decor Three books,a pen ; A clock,three hands And an old poster of Kurt Cobain Clinging on its heels like a ballet dancer On a tightly hammered rusty nail An old,wine-colored music set, A box of discs and a candle stand Fired by the sun rubbed sulfurous sticks Rooted calm and firm by my window pane Wind creeps through on a balmy day Takes my curtains to a fancy ball On Cuckoo's song and wind chimes tone Hustling sound acts as a background score Rains come by , to give a wash To the tips of glass and my tired mind Dims the gleam of my fresh bright paints Sets my mood for a romantic date So, what else do I need to spend my day A comfort chair and a pointed gaze Glued to my seat i watch the show That starts right from my window pane

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Aug 12, 2015

Aug 12, 2015 at 12:33 AM UTC

7freespirits

My Window Pane

Bright, sunny rays fall On the tip of my window pane Some go back; some cross the wall Lighting up my otherwise dull decor Three books,a pen ; A clock,three hands And an old poster of Kurt Cobain Clinging on its heels like a ballet dancer On a tightly hammered rusty nail An old,wine-colored music set, A box of discs and a candle stand Fired by the sun rubbed sulfurous sticks Rooted calm and firm by my window pane Wind creeps through on a balmy day Takes my curtains to a fancy ball On Cuckoo's song and wind chimes tone Hustling sound acts as a background score Rains come by , to give a wash To the tips of glass and my tired mind Dims the gleam of my fresh bright paints Sets my mood for a romantic date So, what else do I need to spend my day A comfort chair and a pointed gaze Glued to my seat i watch the show That starts right from my window pane

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