Best Door Poems

Door to Nowhere


Royalty have Chateau’s
With moats and drawbridges

Artists have colors
Paints and brushes and dreams

The poor have soup
And Marie's gateau’s

The lonely have open doors
To nowhere

I let my baguette go hard and stale
So I could stab myself with nourishment

As my blood flows slowly
Through that door with no...

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Cleaning out my refrigerator, an ice cube slides to the floor
startling the cat, and interrupting a locomotive of thought
that often tracks me down in a beam of  light---
Today it streams through a  window, where everything seems marred,
by doubt, and dust, crusts of ice...

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I'm inspired to open beauty's door
To step outside and let my mind explore,
To feel refreshing rain from skies above 
To internalize nature's gifts of love.

Your poetry is what inspires so...
Such imagery that sets my heart aglow.
You capture life and love within your rhyme 
In music...

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Looking out at the old oak  tree in my front yard today, I finally realize I, like she, has been stripped of all my former beauty by the passing of the seasons. 

I know you may find it hard to believe that I once...

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It was such a small thing
It happens all the time
Fathers and sons disagree
Fathers and sons argue
Fathers and sons say things
Things they don't really mean...

We exchanged words
Harsh words over nothing, nothing at all
Childish words over petty differences
Angry words which are critical
so critical now to recall and...

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When the only door that opens 
                          is one leading to the past
I pack my bags and grab the wine
...

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When Ravenous Wolf, Prowls At Our Home's Open Door

Of beauty, paintings,  flowers and smothering Art
Dares not the innocent truth- ever the race start
Or prisoner, trapped lamb- shear its own white fleece
By all the vanished gods, Death's hands embrace Greece
And dawn's beauty loses its most...

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Can you see them run to me – arms wide and laughing,
calling me, Mama: keeper of the stars, moon and hearts?
Can you see them kiss away my pain, healing every hurt
that’s ever marked me broken, dead or dying?

Can you see them hurt me? When they...

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I sit with the wall against my back. The wall refuses to move despite endless requests.

The door opens and closes its mouth, it wishes to say something, but nothing comes of it, only its letterbox chatters ceaselessly and without any deep meaning to it, drops...

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(For Competition 'And then I opened THAT door', sponsor- John Lawless)


My relationship had broken down, when love ran out of gas
so down life's dark and lonely road I dragged my sorry ass.
Could have done with company on such a painful walk
my passenger I'd left behind,...

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It’s been many years since I’d climbed the wooden steps to my parent’s attic. The hinges of the trap door creak and a cloud of dust rises as I push the door open. I fumble for the light switch; it takes several minutes for the...

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The light is coming and I wish you well...

Behind the running, running man the land
Lies silent, fallow, haunted by the cry
Of one lone mourning rook who flies alone
Inscribing solemn circles in the sky
There is no time to take a backward look
Just running, running, running, running...

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Dare we wade these tempered shores
less fear of what the next wave brings
a tidal rush playing fates encore
with the music of a thousand wings

This last primeval surge of mystery
completes its voyage at our feet
lost from time's forgotten history
it seeks true peace without deceit

Each drop a...

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Creedence aligned along the corridores of passage
Which usher in through the portends
This Autumn's door....
Such colourful banners a latitudes sprinkling
Flowering waters of repose that still echo
Inside, these sanctuaries walls
Guarded by the sentry whom stands at their gate
The entrance unto the destined temple
Of the blessed, as eternal...

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In silent hours till nightfall
When shadows grow long before fading
Heart thumps, a deep longing,
a soft knocking on a door still closed
Shy and introverted
As if saying: if I knock too hard
will I knock you over
and send you away forever?

I listen quietly as moon light
creates lonely silhouettes
on...

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