Door Poems - Poems about Door

I don’t suppose you’ll worry Till the conflicts on your door The world wounds are now festering No longer just a sore. Lift up your arms to peace my friends It’s time to make amends Danger is looming closer see it through Gods lens The drivers of this carnage are fuelled with bitter hate It’s not just about a country, It’s...

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I don’t suppose you’ll worry Till the conflicts on your door The world wounds are now festering No longer just a sore. Lift up your arms to peace my friends It’s time to make amends Danger is looming closer see it through Gods lens The drivers of this carnage are fuelled with bitter hate It’s not just about a country, It’s...

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Grief is not a wound. It is a door... Hidden behind the tapestry We spent a life weaving. It opens... When we can no longer lie....

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I don't wanna be a wannabe no more waiting for opportunity to come a'knocking on my open door and the day she does tho' the lights are on there's no one home as I'll probably be out to lunch knowing me so I wanna see 'Been there, done that!' on my resumé because I'm oh-so tired of being a never-was ...

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She knocks on my rib cage seeking access to my heart again The knock—the pounding pestle— taunts, its echo won’t stand to be ignored I hold my knees and cover my ears as if that’ll keep my walls untampered I let my flesh wrap me whole— so tight I might suffocate, but I cannot breathe outside this prison, no—this haven She’s still...

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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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