Short Doorknobs Poems
Short Doorknobs Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Doorknobs by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Doorknobs by length and keyword.
There once was a man who loved garlic dill
Holding them in his hand gave him a thrill
Doorknobs are fermented
With garlic tormented
His wallet and all of his precious bills
There are arches and doorknobs
i feel with my hands but,
instead of pushing through,
around and round
i meander clueless,
my head in a cloud
caught up in the darkness
coddling to the point
of despair and delusion.
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The doorknobs were rusty
My hopes ran dry
Where does the time go
When we're all alone
Doorbells and permissables
A dent of occasion
Dentures and talking
Come easy along
Miss you nights
when tadpoles go swimming
Lust and egos
are the height of fashion
I have been waiting without knowing,
my breath curled like a child
in the wardrobe of my lungs.
I have been waiting,
my hands resting idly on doorknobs, windowsills,
on the blankets of a bed still made,
staring at the bright, young globe of the sun,
staring without hope.
Behind the door,
Lay your shattered tears in seafloor,
Pardon my betrayal outdoor,
My heart wandered away indoor,
Through the trap door,
Never let this guy indoor,
She recalled his spoor,
Washing the floor,
Broken doorknobs,
A love stopped to a hidden doorsill,
He laments in the dooryard.
Doorways dispersed the doorstops...
Crying her heart, a home withoutdoors,
Dead as a doornail...
For long I worked in varied jobs,
Fending from bosses their dead lobs.
Retired, I find it tough
Getting not a day off
From new boss-- no more like doorknobs
Who demands, better learn
Your daily bread to earn,
Stern, she chases, all my peace robs.
But too late to regret
For having lost the bet,
Me, a harness horse oft called cobs.
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Happenings | 20.08.2025 | humour, husband, horse
Like orbs from other galaxies
They float
Clutching at air to scout out
Another host
An unwelcome visit
Vulture like
And unforgiving,
Photos etched into memories
Appear moment by moment,
The internet engraves
The virus
Into the minds of all...
And now we ponder
Supreme inevitability
As we wipe the grocery stores clean,
Buffering
Against what is to come
Waiting behind Lysol scrubbed doorknobs
As yesterday’s hum of humanity
Becomes a new sound of silence.