Short Doorstep Poems
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The Beggar`s Bowl
On Your Doorstep For Money Or Food
The Owner Of The Bowl Is Believed
To Have a Bank Account!
chipepo lwele
You are my white dove,
carrying an olive branch to my doorstep.
And I, the black cat
sitting in your path, forcing you to walk under ladders.
A Poet's life
is free of strife
No deadlines at his doorstep
It's only that
the 'boss' he works for
is such a demanding chap
In circles and circles went the rat
On a family's front doorstep mat
A pet clawed for more
Then opened the door
Then was eaten by an indoor cat
My pumpkin beer bubbles
As the orange streets sit wet.
Gourdes grow out my ears
As small vampires roam the night.
Doorstep nodding, I drink more beer.
Portraits from my past
Call from my doorstep
Shall I ignore it?
Eyes of past veterans
Peer blindly from warped boards
I can no longer enter that room
A precious gift appeared on my doorstep, it is one that I adore
My son has come home for Christmas – I can’t wish for anything more!
21st December 2015
Each human is home for himself
but many forget to clean that house
before they invite someone in
with backs against
we'll live our choices
now my heart has an uncleaned memory of you
I won't let
my pang
stay
inside
my door,
I will
throw it
outside
my
doorstep.
For when
it bursts,
like lava
from a
volcano
it's hot,
it burns,
and I can't
stand
the heat.
Thou art
So beautiful
This rain,
Pouring down,
From this rooftop, but
Still receiving your light
What angels land,
At this doorstep
Nourishing this sweet home
Lord, you know how to give
A free pizza was left on the doorstep of Billy Dew.
Who would do that? He asked, but no one knew.
I can’t eat it, he said, it might not be right.
That changed immediately after he took one bite.
Bleak
Gray day,
Biting breeze
Offers portent
And tumbles autumn’s harvest of sere leaves
To winter’s foreboding, icebound doorstep:
Stacked, stands cordwood,
Shovels wait,
First snow
Looms.
Wept and Wept
Death crept and arrived at our doorstep;
Silently at sea our dad slept and slept;
Where and when,
Never seen again;
While at home we had wept and wept.
James Serious Mysterious Horn
She delivers unto me
painful truth,
unwavering honesty,
yet caresses my spirit
Her strength un compromised
her actions unfairly criticised
despair not, revenge not,
love shelters my doorstep
Sizzling Grace at our doorstep today
hurray hurray, its Christmas day !
Kiss the mistletoe & make a big show,
for once again Christ says... Hello !
are long shadows
the babes of dawn
or are they the
lingering guardians
of the night
who shrink to sticks
in the midday sun
only to return at
the doorstep of dusk -
long once more
then gone 'til dawn
Visiting my doorstep
Victory standing tall
Vigilant its journey
Voices cheering me on
Vibration positive
Vested glorious stand
Victory, oh so sweet
06.05.2021
Sponsor: Kim Merryman
Contest: Pleiades V
Courier arrived today,
Doorstep gift in the usual way,
Nothing better than this,
Inhale wool to craft and knit,
It's about textures and threads,
No wool is what I dread,
"Fat chance!' is what the crafters said!
The pinnacle of abuse
is preying on your own
Jackal, politician,
mercenary, or priest
Their cloak of deception
hiding unspoken lies
Approaching your doorstep
—in the guise of a friend
(The New Room: January, 2021)
There is no fortress mightier
than the mind. There is no
easy escape. One may try
to sleep. Nightmares will
follow. The doorstep of
insanity. Locked behind
our eyes, we observe
Solitude.
Death Did Arrive
Death did arrive at our dark doorstep,
And sadly at sea my Dad's soul slept;
We did dread;
Now was dead,
About him we would weep and weep.
James Serious Mysterious Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet
Bolivia, NC
My heart is closed to you
Don't bother to knock
Don't bother to ring the bell
Don't bother to leave a gift on my doorstep
It won't do
It won't do
You hurt me through and through
It's over
It's true
My heart is closed to you!
Adieu!
Form:
The night of the witch
goodness blends within evil
doorstep innocence.
Pumpkin head alight
wandering the eerie streets
alley cat startled.
Bats doing their thing
every night of the year
Halloween sick day.
© Harry J Horsman 2010
You tipped your hat
We parted ways
At your suggestion
But, at my despair
As I approached my doorstep
I saw a single black rose
Looking so bitter and alone
I picked it up and took it with me
And placed it on my chest as I lay in my coffin
Just lift your spirit up
And continue to believe
As hard as the battle may seem
You can still achieve
Continue to do your research
And just open your mind
Success is right there at your doorstep
Keep on pushing right to the finish line