Best Opens Poems
When the only door that opens
is one leading to the past
I pack my bags and grab the wine
and find my way at last
I sojourn deep into the woods
of life’s long memories
and picnic on the leaves of love
for heart song melodies
And then with each familiar chord
and with each sip of wine
I start to find myself again
remembering what’s mine
A blessed life of ups and downs
with courage to be found
in knowing that I’ll find my way
when I come back around
Categories:
opens, angst, growth, hope, how
Form:
Rhyme
dawn's pregnant womb opens -
grasses dew-pearl strung
Copyright, November 28, 2014
Faye Lanham Gibson
Categories:
opens, day, morning,
Form:
Monoku
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one rose bud opens
vibrant fragant eagerly draws...
night's first killing frost
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Categories:
opens, nature,
Form:
Haiku
all we are human beings
think is it really so?
if debate is launched
answer will be under shadow
can one tell the real answer
about where from we came
belief is a matter of acceptance
we think as true so we claim
when crowd and chaos rain
we like to go to our own home
to find self designed peace
we pray under dome
seeing self appearance
leave sigh and shy
tortures of ignorance will never end
until opens divine third eye
Categories:
opens, humanity, philosophy, world,
Form:
Rhyme
Faerie maiden feels absolute bliss
Gracing gorgeous garden with gardenia power
Angelic guides watch urging her truth
Her majestic presence opens up flower
Gracing gorgeous garden with gardenia power
Enthusiastic brownies and elves follow her.
Her majestic presence opens up flower
They marvel at her innocent essence
Enthusiastic brownies and elves follow her.
Angelic guides watch urging her truth.
They marvel at her innocent essence.
Faerie maiden feels absolute bliss.
Categories:
opens, fairy,
Form:
Pantoum
Fall Opens the Door (Haiku)
morning sun dapples
trees in a polka-dot dress
shines soft green and light
chill hint of autumn
smells of summer, loam, and pause
visions of winter
sap returns from leaves
to store deep in the tree heart
yellow, red, orange, burnt
Trisha Sugarek from
The World of Haiku
Categories:
opens, autumn, earth, imagery, nature,
Form:
Haiku
....and the door opens,
a yawning chasm.
I then ask myself
to cross the threshold.
A yawning chasm,
of fears and anger.
To cross the threshold,
is to accept them.
Of fears and anger,
I have always ran.
Is to accept them,
a lessening of myself?
I have always ran.
Standing at a distance,
a lessening of myself.
What if I reach out?
Standing in the distance,
I then ask myself,
"What if I reach out
and the door opens?"
Categories:
opens, introspection,
Form:
Pantoum
The door
Opens widely
Panoramic display
Of abounding floral beauty
Winking
Categories:
opens, beauty, memorial day,
Form:
Cinquain
As we walk outside the
city opens its' arms to us
A friendly crossing guard
signals to cross the
intersection safely
At the bus stop a woman
holds her son's hand
As I walk towards work
I notice the warmth of the air
Spring has finally arrived in the
city!
Scores of students
walk towards the community college
where I work
After stopping off for a scone
and some green tea
I work with students
on their English grammar
and summarizing
All around me are those
who want to learn and improve their lives
The city has opened its' arms
to these new immigrants
who are hardworking
and an asset to our land
Categories:
opens, education, teacher, urban,
Form:
Ballad
A Door Opens
Door opened to light.
Future happiness sprang forth,
Melodies filled rushing air
Visions of her appear;
Promised future beckons and glows
Years have now flown by.
Your love gifted forever,
By the blessed light you shine
Miracles have appeared;
Your sweet soul created them all
Robert J. Lindley 07-14-2014
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Deadline 8/15/2014 12:00:00 AM
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written in five lines, it has syllable counts of 5-7-7-6-8 and
is unrhymed…
*include your name, contest title, and date of poem to qualify
* compose only 2 stanzas of a wayra
Categories:
opens, beautiful, future, happiness, heart,
Form:
Verse
Turn around and the
Sky opens its mouth.
You were sent to us.
This is a book will never be
shun by human.
We’ve got you surrounded.
Bliss and furious.
Sky and death.
Sky and blood.
Perfection and pain.
We are yours when you
Believe you’re devouring us.
It's rather that you eat us
Than to leave us barely,
For anyone you eat is in
Paradise.
We are yours with
our mouths closed.
Instruments of your rhyme.
We do not differentiate.
We jump through the
Hoop of the sky happying
because of your shimmering.
We are space and
We are surface.
We are rough raw till your
Existence come to us.
The sky has a body
That walks. That works is
Our tremendous and
Homaged revered
Messenger that I can't mimic
his name owing-to of coyness.
Oh! My light and my initial
Oh! My conclusion, Please don't
Feel wrath if I call your names.
Let me call them;
You are ''al-Amin''
You are ''al-Mustapha''
You are ''al-Habeeb''
You are ''as-Shaheed''
You are ''al-Bashir''
You are ''al-Kareem''
You are ''al-Muzammil''
You everything,
We were created because of you.
We were created just to
Extinguish your lovers and haters.
The path was been covered in blood,
Till the time you were delivered
And come with your great book.
Please Qur'an, support me
When it's call out for general
Assembly.
Categories:
opens, anniversary,
Form:
Qasida
It's midnight again.
Thoughts of you follow me like the moon,
Light at my core,
A dream to undress by.
Clothes fall to the floor
like discarded leaves of artichokes.
My heart awake in beloved darkness, trembles.
Categories:
opens, love
Form:
Free verse
Critical thinking is science at work,
not hasty indictment with cynical smirk.
Start by collecting data and facts,
then analyze, synthesize, hypothesize that.
At final judgement to general position,
evaluate sides for the best supposition.
Apply reason when testing
Check facts to the letter
Challenge your choices
From good to much better.
Categories:
opens, appreciation, change, confusion, corruption,
Form:
Rhyme
Written: June 13, 1989
Spun: February 12, 2012
Dedicated to my dear BFFL-Bud friend, Clint (Aubrey Clinton Dewitt) who will find many new doors to open in life…..Thanks for opening a new door for me!
A NEW DOOR OPENS
Though your patience
Has almost past
And you’ve seen that
New door at last
Remember when the door
Opens up for you
Just stop and look
DO NOT run through
It must be taken
Just very slow
For it takes much time
To get to know
Especially if you
Are one in love
Your path must then
Be shared instead of
So that door
May not be so good
Just pass it on by
But be sure you should
Florence McMillian (Flo)
Categories:
opens, adventure, life, love, travel,
Form:
Narrative
With beautiful brown eyes peering to see the outside
With a bobble head so cute to be cuddled and kissed
Why would you considered locking such a poor thing
Eyes that want to be free, with glee of hope to see
A short life it may be, but such thing does not concern
A young lost being, a human that should have been
The door slowly shuts but the little peering eyes want to see
To see the outside for that smile he saw with others
I dreamed that I was being put into a kennel
But really it was a small room, away from everyone
For days I was given food, and shots trying to keep me
I was sick for a couple of days lying in bed on my own
My heartfelt slow and energy draining me
Finally the door opens and they took my temperature
My arms swelling, had to poke it to let things out
I did not cry, I did not move, I just lie there
Something came to me laughter of energy
What was it again, was the door open to hear or to see
My heart beat faster, causing me to focus on eating
The food that was in the room was days old
I ate it with no complaint, I drove death away
The sound that I heard was so familiar
I was not tall enough to look out the window
But some familiar voices was calling my name
It made me strong, it made me happy, it brought hope
Tell me if my door is open or shut for the reality
I hope the people that is near to me, could open that door
Days passed they brought in familiar voices and faces
I sat up wiping my eyes, to see, I was sad but happy
I asked in my mind I was so young to say why the door was closed
Why was I in here? Was it to be safe or was it no one wanted me?
Finally I was to walk through the shut door that was open
Till this day I have this dream, does anyone want me?
A lonesome heart that was shut out, and lock within a door
It takes bravery to be a child that does not know
People should look at one there a spitting image of an adult
When forced to become one, is your child locked up
Did you close that door too soon, I remember just to be
That child fallowing the images before the door shuts
And when the door opens that child is looking at you
How do you feel? When you see eyes sparkling without fear
Categories:
opens, absence, abuse, conflict, depression,
Form:
Narrative