Doorway Poems | Examples

shabby chic doorway

the found map led me to an
asymmetrical doorway, created by an artesian
I wondered at the builder as I approached
the boards were placed diagonally
skillset many carpenters have not mastered
I knew now I was dealing with a professional
the knocker was a bit off-kilter, which amused me.
the brickwork looked a bit random also.
who created this wall? This door?
the paint was not fresh, there were bits of ivy.
A quaint shabby chic look.
I could not wait to meet the occupant.

awe inspiring venice doorway

the doors are gorgeously done
as is the ornate design of the entire building
a complete package, not difficult to find in Venice
Old world magic, in the form of architecture
created by some of the world’s finest artesians
not found in many places, but found here

I take a photo, but it will never be complete enough
too flat to fully express the expressions of this beauty
I wonder how many creators worked on this archway
and the balcony above it; was it done all at once
or did someone add these touches one by one afterwards?
I take six more photographs, knowing they will never be this awe inspiring.

Doorway Six - Disturbing Scifi

“F”, we’ll call him Felipe
Felipe found a doorway
he didn’t mean to
he wasn’t looking for it
and at first he wasn’t aware 
he’d gone through it
but something was off
shades of familiarity
were centred off-centre
ripples among ripples
enticingly chiselled 
casting a darkness
slyly across shadows
against a background veil 
but where Felipe was now 
an intrigue kept him, lured
for now one of the numbers
he had found a world
in a world that found him
“F”, we’ve called him Felipe
is still watching you
but from nearer, afar

The Doorway

the dream spirals
inside your mind 
opening he inner door
to reveal the hidden truth
that lurks inside the darkness

behind the door 
the fog lifts
as the wheel spins 
to a golden sunrise
shining its new light
upon the darkness inside

taking the inner soul on
on a journey 
to internal serenity 
where hearts and flowers
thrive in the calming waters

waters that once was
                        a raging torrent

Death In the Doorway

death's stood in the doorway
but i'm no good with words
so my pleas for mercy
come in the form of
fresh bandages on old wounds
and plastering my vices on greeting cards

though the reaper argues
that if there was any value
in a butterfly whose wings
are pinned to a corkboard
or a soul with one foot in the grave
and the other being fed to wolves
he'd carry his mercy in spades

Doorway

No one can seem to see
The beauty that around us, be
I can not simply say ,they are blind.
That they will probably be left behind.
None the less it is there
You don't see it because you don't  dare. 
Maybe just dont care
Been here since the start of time,
Throughout history, so many a rhyme. 
Took a
 chance
Caught a glance.
 Changed my life.
Sought to avoid all the strife.
Learned you have to be kind.
Give others some peace of mind.
Life, has no rewind. 
We are not all the same.
 each hold some blame.
Look beyond the game.
Understanding is the way it will start.
Understanding opens the heart. 
Starts a new fashion
Compassion.
Using ones time helping another,
For each is a brother 
Just a different mother.
Time can not be better spent. 
To be heaven sent.
A helping hand
Someone who can understand. 
If one and all
Simply learn to stand tall ,
We pass through the wall 
And all shall see
The beauty that truly be.
One plus one equals three or more
This is how we open this door.
This is when humanity will start to soar.

To God's Doorway

Imagine that if each one of us

A stone of goodness, daily, would lay

How rapidly a stair we could build

To take all of us to God's doorway!








© Demetrios Trifiatis
  19 November 2022

The Doorway

He sat in the doorway of the empty shop
Daily for so many years
Unwashed and foul smelling
Often the object of disgust and sneers

He held out his old enamel cup
To make a dollar or two
To buy a little food and drink
Just to get him through

His face was worn and weathered
Though his eyes were a beautiful blue
A handsome face he still possessed
Despite the toll and hardship his body knew

I often wondered about his story
How he came to have no place to call home
I would never know the reason 
The doorway lay desolate and alone

Mythical Doorway

mythical doorway
camouflaged by verdant ferns
leading to my soul

Birth Is a Doorway

We enter and exit
through the vision – 
what we see, and
what we deny; never
knowing what is there;
nearsighted and a-far – 
born unclear, our focus
a gradual ascent – eyes, not
a victory, but what they show
us of the world outside, unseen;
birth is a doorway ajar – the 
vehicle, and not the journey;
the thrust, but not the fuel;
born to die so that we may
live...passing through and
beyond in recyclable 
increments....

Life Is a Doorway, and Not a Destination

A poet cannot be frugal,
miserly with his thoughts
and feeling; but, indeed, 
a rabid spendthrift, where
there are matters of the
heart – a radiating sun
when his soul uncovered...
though we are beings of
vast contrast, Light when
Write, painfully dark when 
venturing into silent
shadows – those aching
lulls when muted – the
thunder when speaking
with God-like temperament,
pianissimos, fortified by
deep breaths of character
possessing blazing conviction – 
a poet, atypical in his world
as the priest who bravely
ventures outside his scriptures,
having realized faith a doorway
and not a cloistered prison....

Doorway To My Soul Development

Mystical doorway to my soul development opens up during REM sleep
I do not always see the steps, but I recognize they are there
Ready to help me sever the silver cord and meet my spirit guides 

I saw it again tonight during astral travel. I felt excited, yet hesitated. 
I am simultaneously thrilled with the steps, and yet fearful of them.
My essence knows that if I make the climb my soul will not return to my body.

Whomp!  I hit my body so hard I wake up gasping again.
Conscious memory of the ethereal doorway completely gone.
And yet my soul still knows….

Freedom's Walk Through Doorway-

Freedom's goal is unlocked hedged blocked lock doors walk on through


8/28/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2020

Doorway

Can you see it?
Close your eyes and just imagine

A doorway beckoning
   whispering your name
   enticing you with sight and sound
   with touch and scent alluring you
   drawing you in with every step;
a mesmerizing hypnotic spell
   singing in the distant paths
   between the roses and the honeysuckle
   walkways lined with fragrant lilies rising
   trumpeting the journey through time;
an eternal spring
   bursting with new life, new sounds
   a garden for eternity
   ever in bloom, wafting perfumed dreams
   and memories revived of love and hope and dreams;
take a step
   then one and two 
   through the looking glass
   of all the promises made and kept
   here, safe within your mind and heart
through the doorway.

Woman In a Doorway

Take me away, this place is hard and cold,
wind bites my bones, rain stings my naked skin.
Just let me have a home before I’m old.

The sadness from these stones has taken hold,
it eats my flesh, beginning from within.
Take me away, this place is hard and cold.

What brought me here, how did this tale unfold?
Where did this life of misery begin?
Just let me have a home before I’m old.

Please someone, put some colour in my world, 
paint out the grey, put pink and purple in.
Take me away, this place is hard and cold.

I don’t want a mansion, that would be bold,
only four walls where I feel safe therein.
Just let me have a home before I’m old.

Someone to love me, a circle of gold,
my best dream of all, a heart I could win.
Take me away, this place is hard and cold,
Just let me have a home before I’m old.

Ruth Mawdsley 17/2/18

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