Open To(P) Poems - Poems about Open To(P)

In the morning, when I open my eyes at dawn

In the morning, when I open my eyes at dawn,
She is the sun that lights up my world with her silken rays.
In her face resting on the pillow of dreams, I find the first light,
And before I wrap myself in the mantle of night, she is my last glance.
She is the light of my life,

You leave the window slightly open for me

You leave the window slightly open for me, knowing that I love the smell of rain,
those mornings when the sun hides and the world seems washed by dreams.
You give me a half-smile when you find a strand of hair on your sweater,
and you don't brush it off, keeping it as a silent sign of my

An Open Book

Her pregnancy was like an open book
quite readable with just a cursory look.
She wore a gown that trailed in white
and grinned a guiltless smile as bright.
And why not, white was only a tradition,
her virginity a sold out first edition. 

Unlock the gate

you guard your words
like they're atomic bombs
and your worst fears
might to come true

why isolate yourself
the world has so much to offer
dreams are worth fighting for

reach for the moon
instead of worrying
someone may steal your shoes



AP: Honorable Mention 2025

Open Portals

Portal after portal, 
I travel immortal, 
A soul informal, 
A human with morals, 
Riding just outside normal.
Entering through an open portal, 
Showing more to reach for, 
A reason to explore, 
Deeper parts of your core.
Stored information waits to be discovered, 
I have uncovered you, 
Giving a different view, 
A way to see through, 
What you

An Open Fire

I miss an open fire.
Warmth, these days, 
is breathed out of the thin lips
of a plastic vent commanded 
by a button.
There is nowhere now 
where I can sit 
and stare into the depths 
of a dancing flame, 
enter that sacred space
where thoughts and mystery 
meet and reconnects something 
in me to its earliest roots. 

I

Open Door Policy

Hi sweet lady, do you know?
If you do please tell me so
Once a year, is that too much?
Those words from you are like a touch
Of velvet fingers, soft on skin
My door is open do come in
Take my heart, I want you to
Uno, you know, ILU

open casket

a black dress
an open casket
friends and family all around me,
trying to reach me 
i couldn’t hear them, not at all
the only thing i could look at
was the face i once knew, the face that was my lifeline
laying lifeless in front of me.

Wishful Thinking

I don't wanna be
a wannabe no more
waiting for opportunity
to come a'knocking
on my open door
and the day she does
tho' the lights are on
there's no one home
as I'll probably be
out to lunch
knowing me
so I wanna see
'Been there, done that!'
on my resumé because
I'm oh-so tired
of being a never-was

Every morning I open my soul like an old book

Every morning I open my soul like an old book,
where verses stretch wings of light over sleeping dreams,
poetry is a spell that turns my thoughts into golden butterflies,
dancing through air laden with mysteries and hidden desires.
I feel words flowing through my veins like a river of stars,
illuminating the forgotten realms of my heart in secret,
and

- The Gate Is Open -

    - One must make some choices, 
       even if some may be scary - quote by poet

    Charming ancient cobblestone streets
    Buildings meticulously maintained
    Haunted castles with
    bloody myths and dramatic history
 

Heaven's Open Golden Gate

"Open the gates of Heaven's beginning
Where we end thoughts of awful sinning
Where hope and love will be forever
And think of troubles no more, never!"
                               

i left the jazz club, because the sax player was playing with his eyes open

it's not what i paid for 
kind of blue spangalang 
but the doctor was in good spirits

and told me he wasn't to know how rubbish 
the radiologist was 
as he laughed at my ultrasound 

and asked my children if they're playing with slime
arco lounge toast
is there marmite on my face?

and drinking beer in the family

F the Doors Open

I am he who says goodnight. 
Don't take me for a label. 
At least I'm from a time when thought,
Use portents undue fable. 

Vuck doors and rules to hide lyrics lying for a sadist,
Lest the sense of selves perchance; employ spells of'n alchemist. 

I invoke the inner man.
I invoke to see that who wants for

Open Swim at Six

Open Swim at Six

See many arms, like shark fins, in pool lanes.
In laps, dusting off dark,
The shiver starts on their mark.
Young stars heading for the lark.

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