Doorknob Poems - Poems about Doorknob

...I was grateful for the love of family and friends But I was longing to hear your voice just once again Then I came upon a box that I had not seen There was a note that read ‘just a few keeps......

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...How to Find the Shop A whispered map for the bold, the broken, and the slightly curious. --A cryptic guide for those who seek the odd, the magical, and the mildly cursed. ......

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... I've put the foil on my bedroom doorknob and fastened rubber bands across the latch. I've mixed Coca Cola with toothpaste and vaseline then poured the rest of the coke in the toilet. I've drun......

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...Today I counted my blessings First day in a while Sadness left me for a few hours The quietness soothed No thoughts, no regrets A cloud stayed at home The clock chimed News clung to an empty ......

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...To be a somebody  When we were young, we lived a café life and often spoke about writing a novel, but mostly we endlessly spoke about other  writers, those how were heavy drinkers we tried to ......

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...there were scattered toothpicks next to morning brew where was my brother, garlic-eating gorgeous Drew? I stood in his flat, and heard something loud on the roof the back doorknob slowly turned, i......

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...we had all grown used to seeing me in a hospital bed but this time, i don’t know if i’ll pull through. my mother is a brilliant woman. strong and tenacious. i can feel her anxiety building a......

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...Milly Molly 1. Milly Molly - brown-eyed, kinky-haired she was, seeing the world through rose-colored glasses. She had so many dreams, but love was not one of them until she met him. Wis......

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...Behind a frozen glass window I peer, but not for long despite the pending thunder, to spur an inner gnawing gumption, I turn a chilly doorknob, with great stealth born of winters past, sleet-r......

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...Many times, I stared at it from my bedroom. Every time I looked at it, it sent chills down my spine, and it rose the hairs on my skin. I fear it, I've always feared it. Well, ever since my dad passed......

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... The baby spiders are everywhere they find there way onto my glasses and hang via a thin thread of webbing Most would be fearful but I find these creatures comforting as they are my o......

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...I walked inside my burning home, Gave him a second chance. Where even the welcoming doormat now, frowned upon my glance. Broken glass, a shattered sea, Hopes and light that blinded me. It was......

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...the bottle bounced, said shatterproof. kids have to do it more than once. mom’s countenance shatterproof - probably laughed behind the scenes. more likely created creases, mad lines. w......

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...Long years back writing just was a job, To my boss— a bugbear, my pet lob, It then turned to hobby— To numb noise my Dolby, My life’s passion by now consigned FOB Of an unpaid cabby, A do-not-s......

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...Remorseless sweaty palms despite being prescribed glycopyrrolate. Though the angst riddled psyche of mine crafted youth, long since receded, ebbed in the past, infringement, impingement, and in......

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