Doorway Poems - Poems about Doorway

doorway to uncertainty

 
and in my meditation wanderings
     I arrived at an antique door quite unique
it was a tall large carved wood door
  with an ornate knob and large keyhole
it was really imposing 
                there was no

the doorway of uncertainty

 
and in my meditation wanderings
     I arrived at an antique door quite unique
it was a tall large carved wood door
  with an ornate knob and large keyhole
it was really imposing 
                there was no

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

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

An Enchanted Doorway

I was a sophisticated, world class traveler, like merry wind in green trees.
I had seen hottest deserts and rain forests, where songs will never cease.

I had traveled by planes and by trains, by luxury ship, fast car and camel;
And I had roamed mountains and valleys, like the comet, taking a gamble.

I had visited myriad cultured

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 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

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

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

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

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

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

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,

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