Door Poems - Poems about Door

That door, a portal to shadows deep, Where secrets and darkness silently keep. In the dead of night, it creaks and moans, Revealing pathways to forgotten zones. Its wood is tainted, as black as night, Concealing horrors from the mortal sight. A gateway to realms, where nightmares breed, In that door's embrace, all fears take heed. Behind it lies a labyrinth unknown, Where twisted...

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Once upon a magical evening an enchanted fairy I happened to see, dressed in a fantastical dress with two dappled wings of lace, she shone like the midnight sun; I must confess, she looked rather whimsical, sitting there by a green wooden door, waiting for your lore! Her eyes sparkled with spiritual wisdom, lips trembled a whisper of secrets, She...

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I found a room that shadows knew, A hush so deep, where nothing grew To hold their hands and not implore— It was the room without a door. No wind could pass the window seam, No morning broke my spell of dreams, And time stood still along the floor, Inside the room without a door. The walls were soft with dusk and rain, They...

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Life is a mirror and will reflect back to the thinker what he thinks into it." Unknown ************************************************************** A Wilderness of Mirrors Hurled in a wild wilderness of mirrors I know not the exit door for escape, All I can do is like birds to twitter, Light from the mirrors seems at me to ape. Where lies the real door I cannot...

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The Green Door Those dappled wings, of forget-me-nots, folded around Akutaq, though the Denali warmth brightened her whimsy. She sat for a long, long while, contemplating the green wooden door in a place she had never been before. (Fairies are good at patience and the wonder of magic) From time to time, the tingle of fairy dust tickled and nudged. Her...

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A stillness settles around them, a self-imposed hush. Words unspool in the mind, arguments formed, stories waiting, but the lips remain a sealed seam. What landscapes lie behind that quiet facade? A battlefield of unspoken hurts? A garden of carefully guarded dreams? Or simply a vast, echoing emptiness where words have withered and died? The eyes might flicker, a brief spark betraying the tension held within, the...

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long hot days for sure here is Summer on the door ripe fruits; and some more...

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Took birth at the door of uncertainty to enter in life continuing journey, ...

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“Let`s greet everybody with love, We know not when and in what shape We may meet the Almighty Lord.”-By Author ************************************************************** ...

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seemingly undeniable certitude and conviction handle hinges slats panels lock and key maybe a cat flap for escape towards illusions a trap door of revolving gates sometimes we are framed by cemented beliefs of what remains perspective and opinion seeking for external validations we fail to search for what is inside stay on the threshold of immobility minds need lubricating agents rust prevention or...

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Blue ~ is the door of uncertainty, carved with letters of lime green, with antique amulets hung on sterling strings, like teardrop dreamcatchers, framing the anatomy of healing heartbeats. And I am an aching epiphany~ an archived souvenir ...

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So just a man human frail..Now confronted and really Aware of a veil..' No real power no real plan, yet the thought Of what has been happening? Over a fifty year span.? I Not from a truly religious background, although my grandfather had been a beleiving man, yet death had taken Him before my birth.' A few short...

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Behind the door of softest gold, A whisper calls, both shy and bold, It hums a tune that floats on air, A song of hope, it's always there. What lies beyond? A field of green, Where moments bloom, unheard, unseen, A path that winds with endless grace, Uncharted yet, a wide...

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The Door of Uncertainty what's behind it, no one knows the places it will lead you or the opportunities it holds The Door of Uncertainty will you twist it's knob or will you leave it untouched scared for what could be behind The Door of Uncertainty a place of unknown but, if no one takes the risk how are we gonna know The Door of Uncertainty where one...

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We're closeted mannequins stuffed in a storage bin. "No-Food" signs ignored by shoppers, their shared orange squirts juice. Our mannequin-custodial grins bar us from the lips' sweet 'oh'. I move in anyway till French kisses hang us in tangy wind chimes breezes tongue....

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