Threshold Poems - Poems about Threshold

Threshold

At the threshold of tomorrow,  
Where commitment meets the dawn,  
Understanding whispers softly,  
In a master class of hope reborn.  

A moment of not knowing,  
Yet calm before the storm—  
Two sides agree in silence,  
As futures take on form.  

Thanksgiving for the journey,  
Each step

Threshold Hum

between the hush and the cry
we lean into what we can’t quite tell
to the same

a door ajar, no key in sight
a sigh half-swallowed in the throat
grief is hope with no shame

we neither stay nor fully stray
our shadows dance without a shell
and laugh, as if the blur was to blame



Tesla 3-6-9

Unscheduled Departure

I had not woken from sleep.
Feeling weightlessness, I peeked,
observing my body laid decease.
Slowly arisen to uncalmly peace,
realizing that I had passed in sleep.
Abnormal emotions so confused.
Just a nightmare I wished to be true.
I went to bed with just the flu.
I awakened!
And instantaneously surrounded,
by a warm aurora train like vessel,
hovered beyond me.
with an anointing ticket calling

Ghost Let Go

The trash bag at my door—gone, someone took it.
In the shared hall, I see a ghost from years ago.
A glance, three short lines, one long breath—
We look at each other like catching, releasing ghosts.

Do we both think the other’s faking it?
The line between man and phantom is only light.
A few ghost-words, truth-words—thank you—
Thanks to her,

Threshold

Cold hospital light 
My footsteps pause at the door. 
Her cries pierce the walls.

Birth's ancient struggle unfolds.
Beyond where fathers may go

Nurses hurry past.
With cryptic glances that hold 
Untold miracles

Hours bend like willow branches,
Time stretches, contracts, and waits.

Pacing the hallway 
My heart beats in rhythm with 
Her unseen labours

What tiny face forms itself 
Behind that forbidding

Beyond the Threshold

In search of the truth,  
To understand the invisibility of the cosmos,  
He journeyed into the deepest parts.  
He went beyond the threshold of light,  
Experiencing both assimilation and infiltration by dark energy.  

He consumed everything he encountered,  
Forgetting that there’s a sound in silence to which the mind

On the Threshold of Depravities' Door

I objestigate between arabesques and sleep,
fugaciously spasmodic in fluxes and leaps.
I'm indifferent to the misanthropic mocking,
that welltering inflection that I call plockingism.
It's their cheeky syncopated schisms that I rebut,
and yet they slantathunt for the right to boff.
Well, blanderluse I refuse, so let them scoff!

I derogate their impultritude and arrogance.
Drapple their smirking repudiation of my dance
for

Threshold

two kisses remain 
 bidding goodbye, then hello 

infinity hearts

On a Threshold

I don’t remember if I ever felt so bad
I’m short of breath, have no idea why
I literally spend my day in bed
I’m deadly tired and drowsy all the time
Is that the lack of sun, too much of snow
Or maybe lack of anything I tried
To be attached to, but I was too slow
And missed the train

At the threshold

Space flickered and our heart sighed,
since the heartbeat of God spied,
though cognised by soul’s eye chaste,
offered not agape love’s taste. 

Formless presence free from thought,
ego reduced to a dot,
though at peace, feeling complete,
love bereft, faces defeat.

Trudging along heaven’s trail,
savage instincts yet prevail,
which is why, God draws not nigh,
for in our eye, grows lust’s sty.

We’re almost

Erated Poemier: Threshold of Affection

In the delicate dance of affection's embrace,  
Where shadows intertwine with whispers of grace,  
I wander, a traveler on this tender path,  
Each step a heartbeat, each glance a soft laugh.  

The threshold beckons, adorned with dreams,  
A tapestry woven with silken seams.  
Sunlight filters through leaves that sway,

For Later

On the threshold of August
Doors wide open
Our faces are drowned
In the shroud of clouds
Put them away I’m begging
But hardly you hear me
Sounds of cars, all muted 
Brought your street to my door.
In addition to what has been said
One can stay silent 
Moreover, what has been said
Doesn't have to be read 
Roadside stones 
Overgrown with moss

In the West, stories are heard, shining at the threshold of a new era

In the West, stories are heard, shining at the threshold of a new era,
That we can mold again the raw clay of human nature,
Reconstructing from the ashes of time, a dream Eden, fresh and new.
As if the rivers that traversed the land are mere illusions on an ephemeral map.
We imagine ourselves as demigods in the

On the Threshold

My weary eyes have yet to see

The threshold of eternity

But with the moon and stars around

My heart and mind and spirit bound

Then on my headstone there will be

A glimpse of my humanity

And when they lay me in the ground

Unburdened by all sight and sound

No threshold for God

I serve the Truth
That prickles often  minds
Ruthless return.'

Lord all components
Many parts; none removed no.'
Every atom owned sic..

Who can turn off?
Sun black, the midday faces'
Tell Him no.'  whit'less

No redress, this is.'
The story, tells it more real.'
Its life, death; victory.'

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