Stained Glass Windows

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Well, I am not the greatest poet to begin with, but I wrote this poem and some people said it was good. It doesn't rhyme and it has no particular poetic form. But it isn't a novel or short story either and there are many examples of symbolism in it. So yeah, hope you enjoy it for what its worth. Feed back will be appreciated, but please try and find the self control needed to make negative remarks in the form of constructive criticim.

Submitted: April 21, 2007

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Submitted: April 21, 2007



Stained Glass Windows

I’m cold when it’s cold outside,

But do my best to keep the cold from coming in.

You only notice when you touch my surface.

Is it enough?

I’m warm when it’s warm outside,

The stains as you so nicely put it,

Are what keeps out the seemingly unbearable heat,

by the way you seem to hide inside the shelter I provide.

I will let you in on a secret.

If ever I am to be broken,

I might not cut whoever was responsible


if I am to harm anyone,

it will be the one that tries to lift me from theplace I've fallen

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