Door Poems - Poems about Door

There is a storm in the atmosphere, Its raging winds bring waves of fear. When your footing starts to slip, Hold to the covenant - don’t lose your grip. Grab ahold, don’t hesitate, The One who's sure-footed is never late. In the chaos, find that one Word so true, Rediscover the Phrase that strengthens you. Take that Word into the storm, Make the enemy...

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Sometimes allowed to enter Other times keep out Closed tight Unable to unlock Human minds are like door knobs Changeable with no reason Uncertainty with no cause Forced with a bitter heart Life unforgiven and solid heart of no trust Door knob situation in human circumstance No easy turn Through the turmoil of refusing understanding Door knob tough Sealed firm Forbidden path Won’t open No key given A mind with forget it Door...

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Thomas Hobson (1544 –1631) in 19th century late a Cambridge ostler and postal carrier set his priorities straight he owned a livery stable of 40 Hackney horses or more plus boots bridles and whips and put the horse the cart before after the animal left the barn by bolting fast the door and as precautionary balm the nag nearest the stable gate the worn-out equine storm to...

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Garage door opener Ice cream carton Pencil, erasers, pencil sharpener Magazines Tv remote Gummie pills Magic markers Towel Black sock Gray sandal Sketch pad Twinkie wrapper Snickers bar Kleenexes Washrag Comb Tape measure Scissors Toenail clippers Green hoodie Small table inside my front door...

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Hi sweet lady, do you know? If you do please tell me so Once a year, is that too much? Those words from you are like a touch Of velvet fingers, soft on skin My door is open do come in Take my heart, I want you to Uno, you know, ILU ...

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I leave the door open to the glass pane storm door so the cat can see… see the squirrels see the rabbits see the cats see the chipmunks see the birds see the dogs on leashes see the possums at night see the birds of prey hovering above see the leaves as they fall see the weeds as they grow see the wind blow in its...

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There is a door no one speaks of. It is not built of stone, nor carved in the timber of old houses, but hidden deep in the marrow of the world where beginnings were never written, only uttered once by a voice that no longer is. Its wood does not creak, it sighs, like an old woman who’s forgotten why she still...

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We're mannequins peering from a storage bin. We slouch across from the "No-Food" paper sign. Its message sags to a pulp taped to the shoulders of a glass door. Shoppers, incoming, their shared orange squirts juice. Our mannequin-custodial grins bar us from the lips' sweet 'oh'. Crowdsourcing emboldens shame, our French kisses hung on tangy wind chimes breezes tongue....

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You speak from the depths of your soul, Of all the things you say you can't let go, But my sweet loving man, I want you to see, Opening your heart is actually setting you free, Revealing instead of holding it inside, Allowing yourself to release all that you hide, The pressure that pushes your heart away, That keeps things hidden away...

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Are gay jockeys fruit of the loom when riding a race on the course, and would they need the helping hand of a leg-up to get on their high horse? Would a long-faced horse, a sourpuss, not wanting to be a player, bolt the barn door or be a neigh-sayer? If a broke cowboy saddled with a nag, a dark horse of a different colour that's *****, were...

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Open your heart Listen to my knocks on its door. Open your heart So that our real love can start, And it can flow into your core. Give me the chance to love you more. Open your heart. Written as a Rondelet: A French form of poetry....

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O Praying Matis, what prayers do you post through this wire netting? Are you basking in the sun or are you on the run and hiding from the woodpecker and the kingfisher who snack upon green bugs just like you? Poor prayerful mantis, so under appreciated by those who would feather their nests with your holy carcass. Keep praying - for stronger mandibles, yet larger claws, for crunching and devouring really are your...

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You’ll come Knocking on my door One of these days And you’ll know What it’s like To be able to feel your insides That uncanny descending feeling Like a rock being dropped In the ocean Buckling your knees With a thump of desperation On my porch Silence ringing In your ears so loud You can’t...

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One day the lion will walk through the door and grab my tired and old arm, My wrinkled arm, the one with which I threw the dice in the game of my life, And I will scream in the bedroom, understanding nothing of the force with which it presses me, It will be far too strong, and people...

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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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