Doorless Poems - Poems about Doorless

...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 fa......

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...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......

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...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 t......

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...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 c......

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...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 blee......

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... "50 Words for Poe: Sibylline" Hush your mind In ancient Persia Her sands drift through your divination hands Through Her dark mirror......

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...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 En......

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... "WHITE" White is a vacant colour there is no substance there is no depth there is no surface to check beneath ... White is a base colo......

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...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 powerl......

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...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. Thi......

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...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 fa......

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...above clouds, kite flies beyond reach of sharpest eyes key to doorless skies......

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