Doorstep Poems - Poems about Doorstep

Circumstances...circumcising visions of premonitions Orange sun shines on thousand seconds after dawn Not that yesterday mattered anymore Just so that you know, I'm sore...you're a bore and a flake...you're a fake and a whore...torn in tears...forlorn in fears...challenging them with cheers around here next to my family and friend peers Understand I'm not ever alone...YOU SELFISH LITTLE B...

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Leave all your sadness on my doorstep, To sit with me, weary as a shadow, When you stealthily slip in your dear memory in the night, And let my tears collect, pearls on the damp face of time. Let them flow, a river of wreaths that flood my chest, To disperse the closed echo of that gate entwined with roots...

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Wish I would have said more Meant more Held more Treasured No way out and there is nowhere to hide I must face this Staring back at me now The last thing I hoped to happen Has happened It is sealed and is sent Right on my doorstep I read these words now They haunt me...

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I am the door she ran through; Broken, off the hinges, jammed in place I lie on the floor that once brushed off my shoulders Unable to move as I stare at the ceiling Watching her walk away as she steps over me For, I was just an obstacle for her to clear Life's view is...

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Darkness dances on my doorstep But I'm not about to let it in The darkness will pound and howl And even curse me to oblivion But that door remains shut No way will I be fooled Ever again And as shooting stars rain Across the night sky I hear the song of the universe Even over the calls Of the darkness Dancing all alone on my doorstep Mad...

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surprised at letting someone through the backdoor of my life not wanting it to work in so many different ways wanting the grief to continue to carry on with its destruction wanting the mourning to plow through undisturbed wanting to maintain the momentum of the familiar downward spiral to the utter depths of hell not wanting to be okay not wanting to silence the voices in my...

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Sometimes you pen beautiful poems, and they just get rushed by and ignored. It reminds of leaving a stunning gift, in front of someone's door. For some reason, the door never opens! No matter how long, I languish there hoping. And my heart weeps, as I watch it, sitting cold and so poetically forlorn. Why do I...

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An Angel, came in human form. Arrived at my house about noon. I knew he had a spirit, for he was  past any norm. And my keen, mystical soul, was right with him in tune. We chatted for just a bit... The uniqueness of his spirit showed. I did not want him to ever leave or quit. For as I ascertained, I was...

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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...

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Finger print and claws on your wall The door is near but in minds its far Your voice won't let out that call Telephone ring thinking its a stall Darkness dull the night with bloody moon With no more space in your room It's that feeling of being doom You feel like your time is soon Regrets and...

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I awoke to the sight Of Sunlight. He splashed into my window. He filled the halls. He climbed the stairs. He turned around And went out the door. From my window I watched him, Walking with light footsteps- Everywhere. People walked past him Hurriedly, As if they didn't know That he was there....

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Images roll daily trampled by incivility Far away enough yet close to humanity Mired by evil, engrossed in misery Where being born feels like a tragedy. Longing for mercy, smile tries to emerge Straining weary mind every grin hurts Yet, life goes on unfazed by distress Amid stormy rain wishing for a sunny day. Untouched by pain world disdain reigns, Forlorn eyes concede burden...

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Like eagles, we soar—gliding through the sky of life. Through social turbulence challenging our rise, we continue to ascend; the horizon before us. Into the realm—like lions of Judah roaring, we leave winged trails in the traveled winds of time. In our going we leave three little birds: pecking assiduously at the doorstep of reality....

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You're fighting a war You'll win but what do you do after your victory? You'll drink, dance and merry Invite the lords of stars to break bread And the daughters of moon to warm your bed- and then...? That is to say you do not fight without a purpose. Name your hurdles before you jump them They will help put honour in your...

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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....

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