Best Doormat Poems
Excuses
No Courage
Keep your promises dude;
Love
Let me remind you of the days now gone
And the mess you caused, all that was torn
The pieces and the unmatching threads
The anxiety that found refuge and was just a threat
Let me caution you of the days now to come
You better chew and swallow that gum
Or better throw it nowhere close to me
I've turned over a new leaf and with new eyes, i can now see
Bad girl gone good all the way
I wouldn't allow you or anything else sway
I or my meaningful life no matter what
Tempting, maybe you need a new hat
How can I understand fear?
A definition? A description?
Evidence? Measurement?
Reason?
I don't understand. I can't
Fear is a rush of hormones
But I don't understand hormones
Fear is my blood. Pulsing my veins
But I can't understand pulse. Or veins
And I don't know what blood is
Yet
Fear is the dark. But I only know dark
I daren't enter the light. I don't know why
I just can't. I really can't
Fear is... A shadow in the sky! Now! Right now!
Do I hide? Do I run? Neither! The unseen blur behind!
I had no chance!
I didn't understand why. I couldn't
But, at the end, I understood fear
And blood
(Entry for "the hunt" contest)
"What is life but a succession of preludes to unwritten words . . . "
Quote by_Constance La France
BLANK PAGES OF A DOORMAT
a touch of emotion is what she’s after…his touch a fire
lit inside their combatant stoves…pen ought to inspire
tit and tat attention, enclosed in verbal laundromat -
mumbling and tumbling inside - the words of a doormat
no conception in this tight-fisted vestibule - counselor points
to a list of verbs, nouns, adjectives - each word disappoints
11/14/2022
WRITING CHALLENGE - ''V'' Forms
Sponsor: Constance La France
Theme: Writing
The entrance into your life
All innocent and without strife,
I’m good looking and clean
I welcome all, home without a scene,
I’m friendly and open to all,
From 2-4 legs, small to tall.
I get stepped on all over,
Without a complaint or bother.
As my role, I remain loyal,
And treat you like a royal.
I get scuffed up and sometimes a kick,
Without a thought with you I stick.
I accept when it has rained,
Patient until it has drained.
I lay around at home under the sun ray,
waiting for you to come home, all day.
Just to be stepped on again,
but with you I will remain.
I even allow unnecessary pooh,
to be wiped off from your shoe.
Until the day I am replaced,
this is the responsibility in life I have faced.
there will always be the
misconception
that i have managed
to manipulate all of you
to think i am the victim
i have been victimized;
but this is not the time
nor the place
i am not your second best
i am not your therapist
i am not your doormat
i am angry
i am hurt
and i am not going to
let myself be treated
the way i have always
let myself be treated
i am not going to let
anyone hurt me
because i am going to
plant myself down
and tell you to
try to uproot me
i would like to see you try,
because trees are not victims
they just live.
The Revenge of a Doormat
It is late at night happily not hot just like
a friendly spring and I have forgotten to water my plant
…. I have in the yard a 23 year old Cacti, he is the boss
and has assured them that I will water them soon, and
when he does be prepared for a deluge.
As I was preparing lunch: steak with salad, if you must
now, a cat looks posh sat on the mat on the front door
meowing, so I opened a tin of tuna fish as it can´t do it.
I did this not so much out of charity, I´m not blistering
on aiding the needy, but because my wife had rang
me from Cascais asking for more money decorating our
flat, and she dislike cats. I did laundry today, washed my
trousers and forgot to take my phone out of its pocket.
It was a new one the type that takes picture, if she had
been here this would not had happened so I will feed
the cat tomorrow too.
Forgotten trails which I follow
Only a feeling of lost sorrows
Other path has been long closed
The bloody gate leads to the road
Promises broken just as the chain
Reminding me all which made me insane
Instead of premiting a different path
Not for my good but for your own past
The way you filled your words with greed
Showing your enjoyment of watching others bleeed
THE DOORMAT
Closing its eyes
The doormat sighs
A sad rough tired sigh that breaks my heart
It cannot move, for the wounds will ache
It cannot stretch,, for the joints are all worn.
A sad smile curls its lips
As it mind wanders back
To those days it was new
And gleamed like crystal dew in the morning sun
When it smelt all fresh and new.
But no more.
It remembers well
Those boots…that over the years
Grind it to dust
Those shoes new and worn
That crashed its bones and relished it.
And like a dummy it lay there
Unmoving yet not unable
It remembers all that blood
That came from its broken limbs
When its bones were crashed
Under the brute force of a heel
It lay in a pool sometimes of blood
That spewed from its many limbs
Sometimes of vomit and others of filth
And the sweat of a thousand men
Onto it fibers forever stamped
It gasped and choked on all em fumes
And as it lay there,
Bleeding and dying,
Full of gaping wounds…unmended
It smiled a half Monalisa smile
As its eyes closed and the memories begun to fade
Finally rest had arrived and...
The door mat breathed its very last
and embraced that peace, full eternal rest
That to it did call.
i am a doormat
and you think nothing of me
i wipe off your dirt
but you wont know me
your hooves pound on my lip
and you don't take heed
i make it so you don't slip
but I'm nothing to this galloping steed
the hooves pounding
the dirt flying
landing on my face
burning my eyes
you rub it in
and you don't hear my cries
you don't notice your sin
but look, I'm covered in brown and black dyes!
i thought you were a hero
and so i had sold my soul
as it turns out your a zero
a zero with no goal
i felt water on my head
am i going to die?
no, your in the washer
and the cycle goes on, and on, and on
A Candid Doormat
By Elton Camp
Welcome mats are usually a lie
There’s another version I’d try
Rather than “Welcome,” It’d say
Simply and truthfully, “Go Away”
Especially those who “drop in”
Be they relative or “friend”
“I guess I should’ve called first”
“Yep,” under my breath, I cursed
“No, I’m real glad you came by.”
I try to hide that it’s a total lie
I was just about to take a nap
Not to listen to their inane yap
Occasionally, “Welcome” is so
Usually, I want to see them go
A Doberman I wish to run ’em away
So, from my house, they would stay
A hidden trap door I want, as well
It opens and drops them into hell
But “Welcome” on the mat must stay
Instead of the more candid, “Go Away”
The welcome on my doormat has faded
And it is your shoes that have worn it
I think my door is locked forever
But I hold out for someone to break through my window
Using the front door is so overrated
Heaven’s doormat scribes our birthnames,
woven from fine wicker,
oblivious to sins or fame;
holy entrance richer.
Designed to cleanse our feet,
past relatives we meet;
entering, angels greet.
Jesus will chat.
Heaven’s doormat.
Thursday, October 21, 2021
(Quietus)
Being a good friend doesn't mean being a doormat, a true friend is the total opposite.
9-12-17
Alexis Y.
There it is at the front door
just lying there on its own
but it could tell many a tale
with its memories, it has grown
The postman comes with the mail
so many messages to forth tell
whether it's wet, sunny, or bright
his finger even rings the bell
This mat picks up such dirt
needs a good wash now and then
it receives rain, snow, and sun
knows it all, keeps a note with its pen
There’s a friend at every door
each doormat on every street
what a picture they could paint
but each one would love a seat