Best Front Door Poems

Picking a rose in a garden of Sundays
Calling your name on a broken branch wind
Looking for clover where weeds are not welcome
Walking the bridge till...

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POTD 8th Jan 24


 NOTHING LESS ~ NOTHING MORE

The ambushed night when all was still,
Amidst the gloom, anxiety took my will.
Though the moon cast its...

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A field of wheat cloaked in dewy silence
the orchestra tunes up with avian arias
bullfrog basses and a choir of cawing crows,
xanthic sunflowers turning their heads...

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After the party and all our great fun,
new friends were trickling out my front door.
With their goodbye hugs, they left one by one,
and I was...

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Yesterday I saw a very creepy mouse, 
Sneaking right through my front door, 
He was wearing tails and a top black hat 
And dragging a...

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Olena Rudenko met Pavlo Lavinski whilst at Kyiv University 
Pavlo told all his friends that she's definitely the girl for me
They got on well then...

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You were born in a specialist clinic
I was born at the front door of my house
we both came into this world and survived.
You’ve been eating...

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~It's a Beautiful Day~

Under every star, 
A smile waltz-like no other
Once a simple cherry blossom girl, 
enjoying puppets and lullabies.
Sitting in front of the screen
Anxiously...

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I made a promise, a little visit
A busy day...so much to do..
But, I'm running late, they will be waiting...
I should be going...the clock is ticking
I'll...

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What Lurks Within

I picture in my mind an old colonial room,
With a door to the garden where my flowers can bloom.
 
A window in the...

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The Unicorn

Once upon a time…
an incredible event occurred that was so sublime.
On a warm summer night many years ago,
awakened by the rhythmic tempo
of hoof beats...

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Nobody observes her leaving her room
wearing just her nightdress and red felt carpet slippers
Shuffling silently she slips out of the front door onto the street
Rivulets...

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I am standing outside my bedroom, on the precipice of lost innocence.
Wide eyed, and barefoot on cold hardwood.
Someone is hammering on our front door.
My father,...

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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...

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Sunday Morning
I try not to wake him, though he stirs slightly
As I crawl out from the warmth of the covers.
I'm tempted to change my mind,...

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