I don’t even know what you do to me,
but I know I want it
to keep happening;
You are a mystery
I cannot fathom;
I try to sound your depths,
and even sinking into them
I cannot tell just how far
you reach,
how far down
I am willing to descend.
Is it madness
for me to want you,
is it rapture I feel
when your skin touches mine?
Your soft breath
whispers in my year,
your heartbeat
the rhythm I dance to,
everything I think about
faded in your shadow.
How do I live,
eat,
sleep,
without you,
as I did for so many years
before knowing you exist?
I am an empty threshold,
doorless,
unhinged.
Categories:
doorless, angst, love, lust,
Form: Free verse
Not sadness nor sorrow shall bring age to thy face,
not worry nor burdens of life.
Happy moments shall grant thee beauty and grace,
and every hope that sheds light on thy life
Too dear are tears in thy eyes,
if not of happiness or bliss,
sweet feelings thy heart shall not hide,
nor thy love would I ever miss.
However cruel life may be sometimes,
and whatever worries I’ll surely dismiss,
sweet crystal tears I’ll dry from thy eyes,
and thy soft tender lips I’ll caress with a kiss.
No doorless dungeon can keep us apart
nor shackles of a thousand chain,
not even a rough endless journey nor any suffering or pain.
No mortal soul can deprive me from thy love,
just as,
no mad man can claim he is sane,
no need for thee to bare burden
as long as thy love runs in my vein.
Saleh Ben Saleh
Categories:
doorless, beautiful, devotion, emotions, feelings,
Form: Rhyme
In those wilted hours
where the mind is a swimmer
in a lightless pool,
I thought I heard a sigh not of my own.
Heavy eyelids opened as I surfaced,
dark eyes searching an unfamiliar room.
Then that voice behind that sigh
took upon itself a form.
I gazed aghast
as my own body was revealed,
forced to watch as it stumbled blindly
from wall to wall,
then I also sighed suddenly perceiving
that this doorless place
was where all haunted nights
must come to, to once again recall
one bright fleeting day of joy
and how it died.
Categories:
doorless, poetry,
Form: Free verse
I wish my room had a story to share.
With the goal for me to have the option to play.
This entryway is unimportant to me.
I dislike being fixed behind a doorway.
What case might be this crawling around?
As a result, it's somewhat picky.
Without connecting with the ground.
Flying is getting simple progressively.
Is the chance to be a finished bore.
Since you've arrived at the summit of the sky
Categories:
doorless, adventure, best friend, childhood,
Form: Rhyme
Love
is a doorless inn
flowing live spring
for arid souls to drink
body and spirit heal
some leave pain imprint
supreme pride stampede
piercing hands and feet
with scars that hurt
and bleed
others gratefully give
opening new love inns
binding wounds to heal
poor and hungry feed
so much progress made
to heal bodily ills
only Jesus Christ can heal
the soul
of deadly sins
Tenth Place Winner- Brian Strand-Your Choice M- 4/11/25
Categories:
doorless, love,
Form: Free verse
Hitchhiking through the wormhole,
all time was left behind
Distance collapsing upon itself
reflections other side
Waste material of a life unspent
flowing back in a parted stream
Entry to a doorless mystery
—from a lost forgotten dream
(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2015)
Categories:
doorless, mystery,
Form: Rhyme
Mother Disappearing
repaginating reality,
in private fashion,
in a doorless tabernacle,
dementia holds mother
hostage
no ransom to be had.
suspended like
Gods nearly touching Adam
though powerless to deliver
lucid breath to their mother,
the children, bereft of her
reassurance, are lost as she is.
©Kathryn McLoughlin Collins
November 19, 2011
Categories:
doorless, loss,
Form: Free verse
TWO COUPLETS ON “ FLAWLESS vs FLAWS “
POEM 1
I had no idea what he meant :
We bought a small one-roomed unfinished apartment.
He said I was too critical, always looking for flaws.
This apartment was 16 floors up but had no floors.
16 floors up, this room has its floors up. As I speak,
The floor’s up with guys looking for water leak.
Looking for flaws ?!
Damn right I was I was looking for floors!
This place wasn’t flawless, it was floorless;
As well - by the way - as doorless.
POEM 2
What is the real story with Aunt Jemima’s pancake mix?
You gotta add egg, sugar, and milk, before you can fix
A breakfast or lunch pile of flapjacks,
And sit back, eat, digest and relax.
Our Aunt’s eggless, sugarless, milkless, but not flourless.
Her packets of stuff are certainly flawless.
Let’s hope she continues with at least her flours,
For if her stuff is flourless : and then it will have flaws.
Categories:
doorless, funny
Form: Couplet
Pearl – drops
on your upper lip:
heat –
of a stand-off
between
inside and outside.
More spiritual
I become
forgetting
the black eye,
I want to go back
with empty hands.
My home
is far away,
doorless,
roofless,
where dark squints at the moon.
SATISH VERMA
Categories:
doorless, adventure, allegory, angst, animals,
Form: I do not know?
above clouds, kite flies
beyond reach of sharpest eyes
key to doorless skies
Categories:
doorless, happiness, hope, nature,
Form: Haiku