Best Entranceway Poems

This is my translation of Rabindranath Tagore's famous poem "Nidrita". Rabindranath Tagore (1861- 1941) was a Bengali poet, writer, music composer, and painter from Indian subcontinent. He reshaped Bengali literature and music, and Indian art as well. He was the first non-European to receive Nobel...

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A Welsh New Year

The night's dark shadow 
creeps softly over the sky. 
Dark, soft fingers pull slowly at the light, 
fully engulfing it into it's dark mass. 
The wind whips off the sea.
Snatching and releasing, 
pushing and pulling.
Rough and unforgiving.
Wild as our hearts, 
beating quickly...

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He missed her so
Why did she go?

She thought about him night and day
For it had been a million years
At least it felt that way in tears
But still she loved him anyway

For it had been a million years
Since they first met that Saturday
Upon the garden entranceway
At...

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I pray for my friend right now and hope he can find his way and his WHY

STATE OF CHAOS

Your home has a consciousness, it has a mind of its own
You must clear up the clutter, do what needs to be done
You’ll create new energy, you’ll...

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It was at the tomb, the morning of the week’s first day.
A massive stone was placed to block the tomb’s entranceway.
An amazing thing happened earlier on that day.
As the earth shook, the two guards posted there did not stay.
This occurrence caused the huge stone to...

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The figurative nail hit on the hirsute covered head!

Eventually vices will witness me crow king
cough'n affliction caw hearse courtesy 
smok'n since me yay high,
hence appellation (mountain) wheezer 
natural set of adult teeth (rotten to the core)  
easily plucked out courtesy tweezer, 
this har nonestablishmentarian,...

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Defecation accidentally clogged...

for the umpteenth time 
during spate to sit scrawny buttucks 
on porcelain throne id est 
videre licet toilet bowl...
with toxic water brew threatening
to overflow onto the floor,
and hence found yours truly (me)
immersing himself in the holistic experience
for the pure love of bucket flushing...

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1)I've visited Pool Halls at least 100 times, and I ain't yet found a pool there.  I got 
so disgusted, I stopped carrying my bathingsuit around.

2)My girlfriend sent me an Afghan, but I don't speak his language.  Her note said 
he was supposed...

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Defecation clogged toilet bowl courtesy metamucil..
and found (me) zee papa pooped out

**** eyes zing thee
nightly dump for yesterday
July 8th, 2020 - whereby
plunger helped obstruction give way
I nearly lost me life and limb oy vey

oh my dog, the same asinine outcome
which spurred poet to get underway
matter...

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Defecation clogged toilet bowl...
courtesy prescription laxative AMITIZA

and found (me) zee papa pooped out,
thus embarrassing communiqué I post,
a reasonably rhyming poetic shout
to air grievances
concerning outsize bowel movement
hoping (fat/slim chance)
Mike Rowe happens tubby about,
though shadow of doubt
he will avail himself.

**** eyes zing thee
nightly dump for yesterday
January 31st,...

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sam i yam not, 
     nor will this 'lo bot go away
cuz, every coordinate in cyber space allows, 
     enables and provides 
     an opportunity to bray,

and thence get access 
  ...

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Still smarting from stupid scamming fraudsters...
five months ago to the day

Twas the cusp of tooth thousand
twenty three summer solstice,
when yours truly (a fool
and his money went separate ways)
mine cherished nest egg,
I would immediately miss
lesson immediately learned courtesy takeaways
linkedin with looted
checking and savings accounts
analogously yanked, unmoored...

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My dream home
lots of spaces
gated and golden tall pillars
two circled drive-ways, and a few trees
stair-cases both ways to enter up
some carpeted, chandeliers all around
a movie space, library and more
several bathrooms and bedrooms
private entranceway
My name appears on the golden sign
entertainment rooms and lots of designs
over-looking a...

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My hands are sutured 
behind my head. 
I lie like a fallen yield sign 
on the side of the road. 
My path is yellow and humble. 

My hands separate.  Pull. 
And split open the back of my skull. 

Evolution takes place in the gaps...

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