Best Open Door Poems
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 and sticky jello spilled on a glassy shelf.
Oh, not the first time, this revelation of light,
I've had it before while kneeling on the floor as I do now,
and many times that I've knelt on a floor,
to clean up my messes,...
praying for help, praying for light, praying for forgiveness...
and now on the floor to sponge up melting ice, water and tears
Raising a young family...a life so demanding...
Caring and nursing...two sides of the coin...
My father and children....my husband caught between...
It wasn't the impossible...but was never enough...
The time took a toll....why did it seem cold....as cold as the ice?
Could I have held out?.... Could I have been stronger?...
A little while longer....
I shiver with memory,... or is it guilt, and regret? Regret, perhaps shame?
Is it only the chill of the open fridge door?
Or is it more?... So much more?
Hmm, interesting metaphor, "a open door"..........
did I leave it open long enough,... wide enough?
Did I do all I could? All I should ? Was I patient enough? Was I all I could be?
Was I tough enough to watch someone linger,
lingering on, I ponder it now...
Difficult years......but a fraction of life, is how it appears,....
Now looking back.... black fades to gray..
but it comes back in spades, to haunt me today
A little while longer.....
I could have been stronger....
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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 radiant glow
Whilst blighted forests listens to cackles of crows!
When ravenous wolf, prowls at our home's open door.
We must take action and not its mercy implore!
Down in the dark valleys, poisoned rivers freeze
Beasts above, seek delicious prey with such ease
Alas! Dare we in futile wish cry tis no so
And in fanciful dreams -beg that peace and love show
Within hope of tomorrows, believe such will cease
For we recall, magnificent heroes of Greece!
When ravenous wolf, prowls at our home's open door.
We must take action and not its mercy implore!
Life and Love must walk through darkest days hand in hand
In this our thought to be enlightened world we stand
Not as sheep to be slaughtered at merest of whims
If we fear ravenous sharks in seas we'd not swim
Or during pitch black nights we would cower inside
And miss seeing the heavens and moon's golden ride!
When ravenous wolf, prowls at our home's open door.
We must take action and not its mercy implore!
Such temerity would joys of life thus abolish
Do we allow world its false mirrors to polish
Nay! We prove such hatefulness we will not abide
While in arms of love and truth, we with grace reside
Shall we pray that ever greater Light gift us more
On us all, God's sweet mercy Heaven softly pours!
When ravenous wolf, prowls at our home's open door.
We must take action and not its mercy implore!
Robert J. Lindley, 6-13-2021
Dark rhyme,
( We may only keep, that which we are brave enough to defend )
This poem was born from blessed inspiration found this morn
While I was commenting to a friend, a very fine fellow poet….
I used to have an open door,
but I can't find it anymore.
Someone closed it from inside,
where all the painful, bad things hide.
And I think I'm in here too,
a child that knows not what to do.
Scared and lonely , so afraid,
peering through a darkened shade,
Seeing my life pass me by,
because I'm too afraid to try,
to find someone who has the key,
that unlocks the door and sets me free.
Is it more than just a game,
to feel something besides the shame?
The child inside me wants to know,
but somehow I just can't let it go.
I used to have an open door,
but I can't find it anymore.
Beyond The Open Door
She stretches her arms across your abyss,
so that she can covertly open your door.
She cries as she peeks into your eyes,
for you hold onto a grief that does not belong.
She promises to baptize you with positivity.
Sadly she cannot promise you wholeness.
Eternal bliss waits until the end of a journey.
Your place is here, within this current heartbeat.
Do not fear, you will find deliverance.
Tick tock, tick tock, time whispers,
as you grasp for sanity.
Roots and branches are different
and still they are the same.
Above and below the grass,
they stretch beyond the boundaries of shame.
They know there is fresh spring water
and a blue sky to claim.
Root rot happens if you choose blame.
You will burn through obstacles,
for you are one who possesses an ancient flame.
“Ooh ooh the rain comes,
my eternal heartbeat drums,
ooh ooh my heartbeat drums!”
So she caresses your leaves
with fingers and thumbs.
She’s thankful to witness
one of the blessed ones.
She listens to church bells
singing in the night.
Under your branches
she bathes in the moonlight.
There above you is a star dotted sky.
Together you absorb that pure bright white
Thump thump,
thump thump.
You whisper her name.
You are both different
and still somehow the same.
You live on the thin line side of insane.
She feels no shame,
no need for blame.
Ooh ooh the rain comes,
your eternal heartbeat drums.
ooh ooh your heartbeat drums.
She desires to caress you
with her fingers and thumbs.
Your branches stretch across that abyss.
With your leaves, her lips you kiss.
Thankfully she opened you to more.
Not a slave to fear anymore.
Together uprooted to an ancient shore.
Yes transplanted at the edge of paradise,
just a few steps beyond that open door!
By: Richard Lamoureux
Christ Jesus our Savior is waiting for you.
His door stands open wide.
Won't you accept His invitation,
to come and walk inside.
It's sinner's like you and me,
He gave His life to save.
Not one of us is worthy,
but our sins were covered at His grave.
And don't think good people go to heaven.
Because not one of us is good enough,
despite the good deeds that we do,
we're still all sinner's, through and through!
Yet, His saving grace is there for us.
No matter where we are,
or what we've done,
His arms reach out to everyone.
There is no entrance fee to pay.
Just say, Lord Jesus, show me The Way.
And when you enter into God's open door,
you'll hear all heaven's welcome roar.
You left an open door,
And a stranger wandered in;
She straightened out
The cluttered rooms
And mended broken things.
She wiped away the dust
And stains from many tears;
She brought flowers, soft music
And candles for light.
. . . And . . .
I closed the door.
She stretched her arms across your abyss,
so that she could covertly open your door.
She cried as she peeked into your eyes,
for you held onto a grief that did not belong.
She promised to baptize you with positivity,
but she could not promise you wholeness.
Eternal bliss waits until the end of a journey.
Your place is here, within your current heartbeat.
Do not fear, you will find deliverance.
Tick tock, tick tock, time whispers,
as you grasp for your sanity.
Roots and branches are different
and still they are the same.
Above and below the grass,
they stretch beyond the boundaries of shame.
They know there is fresh spring water
and a blue sky to claim.
Root rot happens if you choose blame.
You will burn through obstacles,
for you are one who possess an ancient flame!
She watched you devour a bullet,
you absorbed the lead.
Your enemies believed you were dead!
Sap left your bark as you bled.
Yet, she could hear you sing beyond the red
“Ooh ooh the rain comes,
my eternal heartbeat drums,
ooh ooh my heartbeat drums!”
So she caressed your leaves
with fingers and thumbs.
She was thankful to witness
one of the blessed ones.
She listened as the Church Bells sang in the night.
Under your branches she bathed in the moonlight.
There above you was a sky dotted with bright.
She felt more than your might,
you were a magnificent sight.
She allowed her imagination to take flight.
Her mind soared above flickering firefly light,
absorbing your pure bright white.
Tick tock, tick tock, you whispered her name.
You are both different and the same,
living on the thin line side of insane.
She felt no shame, no need for blame.
Ooh ooh the rain comes,
your eternal heartbeat drums.
ooh ooh your heartbeat drums.
She desires to caress you
with fingers and thumbs.
Your branches stretched across the abyss.
With your leaves her lips you did kiss.
She was awoken by an open door,
no longer a slave to her fear anymore.
Together you traveled to an ancient shore,
finding a place on the edge of paradise.
Yes, just a few steps beyond that open door!
Inspired by J.W. Earnings
His piece “Bite The Bullet, Edited Version”
"Sometimes kids run away to
see who will look for them."
Quote by _Constance
Teen girl
begging for food,
because I ran away.
The police took me home- I was
sixteen !
The Dilettante Diaries: "Open Door Barefoot"
Open door to closed room
Ceiling smashed
Stars in a very clear sky
Fresh air
taken into lungs
Risen
from
the
Lake of None
Arrival of White Doves
Broken glass, careful where you step
Barefoot Bleeds Love
(Lovejoy-Burton/October 2018)
for my daughter, Georgia
"THAT crazed girl improvising her music. Her poetry, dancing upon the shore, Her soul in division from itself Climbing, falling She knew not where, Hiding amid the cargo of a steamship, Her knee-cap broken, that girl I declare A beautiful lofty thing, or a thing Heroically lost, heroically found."
The Poet Pleads with the Elementals
THE Powers whose name and shape no living creature knows
Have pulled the Immortal Rose;
And though the Seven Lights bowed in their dance and wept,
The Polar Dragon slept,
His heavy rings uncoiled from glimmering deep to deep:
When will he wake from sleep?
Great Powers of falling wave and wind and windy fire,
With your harmonious choir
Encircle her I love and sing her into peace,
That my old care may cease;
Unfold your flaming wings and cover out of sight
The nets of day and night.
Dim powers of drowsy thought, let her no longer be
Like the pale cup of the sea,
When winds have gathered and sun and moon burned dim
Above its cloudy rim;
But let a gentle silence wrought with music flow
Whither her footsteps go.
(William Butler Yeats)
"Fly On" /Coldplay
https://youtu.be/qtooMN9QZKw
In the deepest, warmest part of my soul
there is a place for only you my love and
you are welcome to go.
Here in this space there is love for you
and a safe haven if ever feeling blue.
In darkness, I will shine my heart light
upon you.
Know that you are the only one I will open
this door for. You are my beloved, my
only love.The one I adore.
Refuge I am for you deep beneath my skin
and as long as you truly love and want me,
I give this unto you until the end.
My heart has for you an open door and inside
there is desire for you fueled by forevermore.
It’s quite funny what I feel inside at this very moment
You figured me out from the start, but I’m not torn apart
I see you smile that smile of content, as innocent as an infant
You have dug out the passion, plowing in my heart
I misplaced the key, but I’m positive that your door will open
Someone once told me, “Doors will open and doors will close”
Do I have a place in your heart of kindliness or am I a vermin?
Haven’t I told you that poetry can rhyme or end up like prose?
It’s a pity that we have to part one way or another
The open door of opportunity is still left ajar for you and I
Step into the light and we’ll be a good example for sure!
Turn the wheel and we’ll escape the tragedy in goodbye
Ignite the passionate fire and I’ll give you a helping hand
Do you need a push or two? I’ll push you forward in no time
Don’t worry, for I’ll be your emerald compass and lead you to the Promiseland
Where you and I will pursuit the afterlife and we’ll be together a married couple, so sublime
Leave it in God’s hands and He will provide an escape route
Don’t let discouragement enter your heart – you got the power!
We will be out of the world that’s in captivity no doubt
Take action by standing up for yourself in front of enemies that are sour!
Share with me your inspiration that’s been a natural gift from the Lord
Thankful for the fact that I found a friend like you
Do you have the attitude of gratitude? You and I should receive a unique award
It’s a fast-paced world and angst can get passed around – if only you knew
There is a door that's always open
to all that come and knock.
The door to eternal life,
that Satan tries to block.
But who's afraid of the Big Bad Wolf?
Not I! Not I! Not I!
Because we know how that story ends!
And there's no need to fear, my friends.
So open that door and hear Jesus say,
"Come in! Come In! This is your day!"
"So I opened the door and entered.
And the line behind me grew
to a life redeeming and new.
"Seek and you shall find.
Knock and the door will
be opened to you." Matt. 7:7
.
Sun in the pocket
stars in a cup
are the talents unwriten and unknown
Italian octaves
Who is this Jesus? He is perfection.
He is the Key, yet He's also the Door,
ask to gain access; enter and explore.
Reflect on His names; find their connection.
How can He be both Beginning and End?
He's Lawgiver, Faithful Witness, and Judge;
also an Advocate who will not budge,
royal Sovereign, He is my loyal Friend.
He's Author of Life as well as the Word;
He's Cornerstone, Capstone and Solid Rock.
His still small Voice calmly commands His flock;
Can the Lamb of God be our Good Shepherd?
Root of David yet Seed of Abraham.
The Sacrifice who wears the High Priest's shoes,
Servant who submits; Master who subdues,
a Righteous Branch, He is the Great I Am.
He's both Gift and Giver of Salvation,
He is the Son of Man and Son of God,
divinely human without fake façade.
He is Builder, and our Firm Foundation.
Reflect on His names; find their connection.
Ask and gain access; enter to explore.
He is the Key, yet He's also the Door,
who is this Jesus? He is perfection.
April 26, 2021
contest: Tell Me, Who Do YOU Say I Am
sponsor: Mystic Rose Rose
My Grandmother would often tell me stories about the Lord when I was little
She would also tell me pray before you to too bed
But don’t let other people fool you and you become misled
My Grandmother told me the Lord is Almighty
Heaven is where he lives
It’s his blessings in what he gives
A man who don’t on the cross
The same man who conquered Death at full force
The world is in his hands
It’s divinity throughout the land
The Lord is a wonder with a behold
I am a witness and this is my story told
It’s his skies that often make me wise
His theories are no surprise
Be honest in where you stand
It’s the true heart being the caravan
Embrace one another
Encourage like no other
Lightening is stating show no fear
Thunder being the Lord’s voice that he is always near
Faith is what everyone should have
Praise the on high Savior
Worthy with an honor
Prayer that keeps me inspired
It’s the hour after hour
As daily I feel his power
Truth within my heart
Lord, take my hand and lead me to destiny
Give me understanding where knowledge waits
My life is in your daily hands
I am your servant being at your demand
My belief is my testimony
I conquered Death because you give life
My flesh doesn’t roam
I know with you I am never alone
You have given me dignity where others said I don’t
You enriched me in spirituality where others said I shouldn’t
But my testimony ranks high
It is you that help me to stride
For that reason, there is no need for me to cry
Carry me where I need to be
My testimony for all to hear and see
I am your living
Your blessings just keep giving
Your servant is here, through you, I will continue to preserver
Thank you Lord for always being near
No one else nor the Devil can compare.