Threshold Poems - Poems about Threshold

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...

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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...

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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,...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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two kisses remain bidding goodbye, then hello infinity hearts...

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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...

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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...

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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,...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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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Amidst the neighborhood's gentle sway, I find solace by my front door's embrace. The world outside may rush and fray, But here, tranquility finds its rightful place. The sun casts its golden rays upon my face, As I sit and ponder life's sweet reverie. In this stillness, time begins to erase, And worries, like whispers, softly flee. Neighbors pass...

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