Best Gateway Poems

November, as the poets say -
autumn's demise, winter's gateway.
Its shortened days and longer nights
descending, death is in her sights:
leaves fall, as is their yearly fate,
while beasts prepare to hibernate.

November, as my lady lies
so silent, moving not her eyes -
with ashen skin, lips cold as death,
I...

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Intermingled in purpose;
hope, faith, and love
become the catalysts of life.
They are undefinable and yet
undeniable;
enhancing the realm of possibilities.
They remain intangible and abstract,
forming foundation stones
that support our souls
and shape our destinies.
Hope is a gateway emotion,
a precursor to faith,
that provides a pathway to happiness.
And Hope is the...

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Wind can be a bit pushy
at times
Though I would be first
to admit
of needing nudges in different
directions

inclined to linger too long
under shady canopy

or at the seashore
gazing off into dreamy
horizon

my mind inclined toward
repainting sunsets
rearranging stars into
unique constellations

or writing poetry
strictly for sojourners

each poem a gateway
to ports further unknown...

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In the tissues of the dreams are all the threads of life
braided together into a mysterious image
She will love without shame,
for the man who wakes up in the man somewhere
Outstandingly beautiful, let go of the imagination
Guided by what the heart understands
Physics sets no boundaries
The night...

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Two Dogs at the Gateway
By Sy Roth


They slurped their saliva, 
huge globs,
big, barking mouthfuls 
dripping from their jowls like milky icicles 

Teeth-bared lips,
They guarded the gateway.
Pleased by their vacated spittle,
their noses now sniffed the air, and
like a marching band of electric ants 
they ogled the...

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Tales of sacrificed fear
on scared tortured terrain
wild strengths smoldering beneath
tantrums of the fractious.

Gateway opens, rocks vault, liquids spew
fires burn and soil creep

Vented anger, terrifyingly unleashed
scarped lands and chard boulders
tinged bushes, strewn trees
flowed hard blackened beds

Gateway to Hell, Masaya volcano, Nicaragua....

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Death, existence, come and go,
Like a tidal undertow…
Waves that toss us, winds that blow,
Raging storms and biting snow,
Hunger, anger, joy, and woe,
Hellish heat with burning glow…

Saints and sages ‘in the know’
Quibble bookish quid pro quo.
Artful seekers high and low 
Chase illusions to and fro,
Board their...

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sing out loud 
Poseidon
hold up your trident
juggernauts request to sail
through
your
white cliffs
but 
jagged waters
where
we
entered 
Poseidon's Gateway...

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The Gateway
(Poetic End Cap)

The gateway between old and new
Whatever the future shall hold
Desire brings the heart into view
When everything does unfold

Dimensions bringing a new light
Through green pastures and waters still
Looking hopeful and sunshine bright
Towards tomorrows promised will

Love and faith shall bring many things
Soul deep, affectionate...

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Gateway town, Mississippi and Missouri river flooding confluence,
with its celebration of manifest destiny, its looming, iconic archway.
Stainless westward marker, its culture flowed southward for influence
within the lawn-jockey, pink flamingo neighborhoods of moral decay. 

T.S, Eliot, Darren Wilson, William Burroughs, Dick Gregory, Phyllis Schlafly, 
just like...

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The world doesn’t care a dot
If I write poetry or not

Until the time when words are needed
To calm to support then poems are heeded

They bring a smile on a dark day
Lifting the soul as if to say

Read on my friend you will find
Solace and peace...

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Calamities come, nudge humans to pull
Apart from past, to forge their world anew,
A golden move of an olden life school--
A gateway from old world to skies all blue;
If geography wills history to repeat
That, earth gets her youth lost in hundred years,
If mankind makes her mind...

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I was out on the street
I ran the hood like my life
My cash was that of powder
CHEQUES made from tablets

Church folk came to me for donations
Shop owners paid me for protection
I had twelve souls for my protection
& Had too much love for Prostitution

One morning the...

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I was out on the street
I ran the hood like my life
My cash was that of powder
CHEQUES made from tablets

Church folk came to me for donations
Shop owners paid me for protection
I had twelve souls for my protection
& Had too much love for Prostitution

One morning the...

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I was out on the street
I ran the hood like my life
My cash was that of powder
CHEQUES made from tablets

Church folk came to me for donations
Shop owners paid me for protection
I had twelve souls for my protection
& Had too much love for Prostitution

One morning the...

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