Doorknob Poems - Poems about Doorknob

...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......Read the rest...

...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......Read the rest...

... 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......Read the rest...

...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......Read the rest...

...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......Read the rest...

...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......Read the rest...

...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......Read the rest...

...Winter marches south blanketing the world in frost every time you turn to walk away. Volleys of arrows from your eyes stop the sun from thawing out my hands. The words roll from your tongue t......Read the rest...

...I'm visiting the ailing and confined in a grey industrial town. The elderly, the bed ridden, the halt and the lame, all high on my list. A hard sleet drives needles into my skin as I duck my ......Read the rest...

...She’s trying to be strong. Not like so many times before. Honestly, this is abuse. She has a punch-drunk sense of reason at this point. The distance is old, the winter is long and he’s always in c......Read the rest...

...•My breath wont let me say that you’re gone. • This continuous pressure your mere memory forces on me pins me to this Earth •won't you please let me go? •At night I hear you unintelligibly shout t......Read the rest...

...Is it too late to ask to be unbirthed? Born into a world of greed, selfishness and fame brings me no honour as I am without any yet need to have in order to live Unnecessary pressure Can my mot......Read the rest...

... Darkness dances on my doorstep But I'm not about to let it in The darkness will pound and howl And even curse me to oblivion But that door remains shut No way will I be fooled E......Read the rest...

...Love is overrated Misunderstood, miscalculated. It is the morning mist, A dew rested on the grass. In the warmth, it ceases to exist. with the heat of the sun, it's gone. Love demands caring, ......Read the rest...

...*This is another somewhat dark poem. I share my truth on this site because it helps me cope to write it out in poetry. I’ll shift to lighter things after this. This is my truth currently as I am w......Read the rest...