Front Door Poems - Poems about Front Door

Outside, by my front door, I count twelve things. Can you count more? When I go out to take the air, a snail and butterfly greet me there, and I always see someone - a lizard out in the sun. A spider plucks his silvery strings which he also uses to catch flies and things. Uhoh, the snail is going somewhere, but a caterpillar beats...

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The entrance into my personal domain...

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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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She whispers in winds as limbs dance. I’m back she says- I’ve come back from the frozen ground. In her left hand a bag of seeds and I steal a glance out the window as she stands on the porch. She says she’s my dreams- she says she’s a god bringing to life a lawn turned brown and to a bare patch of ground. She is the kiss of sunlight the soft...

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Out my front door; I know the way, but to what end, I cannot say. Encumbered by my earthly things, no seraphim, on stainless wings I skyward launch into the cloud. Once Icarus, a boy too proud, brought low to once again embark and hurtle headlong in the dark towards unfamiliar continent, there, rest assured and be content. Though I knew not, it was ordained just...

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A light frosting of snow gently falls The beauty amazes me from my front door With each season nature calls A splendid array of things that do lure To which an Earth-watcher can never be cured Monday, January 3, 2022 winter quintain , Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Francine Roberts...

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My wooden front door holds an empty cross. I use shimmering scraps, and lower cost. Many oval shapes sports colors of Xmas. Simplicity holds beauty, taped for us. I hold to belief, we are all artist. Hands of change showers us on short notice. I ponder ways of the Holy Spirit. Each one of us suited with good habits. Quiet ambience of my...

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Untitled Haiku, He Brought to front door he brought daffodils gem blue eyes past loves like dried leaves fell —————————————————————————- (C) sally Young Eslinger 1/2021...

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One of my soup friends wrote a poem about me No names mentioned (Jennifer) but you know who you are It’s called simply: OUR FRIEND I am speechless and that doesn’t happen to often I have a double glass door in my home Now I can’t even go outside because my head is too big Thanks a lot Jennifer now I...

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open beaks of Spring — baby birds in choral chirp hungry for a worm 5/7/2019...

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The birds are singing Outside my door Singing to the trees That these birds sit upon The wind carries their singing Along the creek below Their song travels to the fish Who swim in the creek below The fish carry these sounds Out to the ocean floor The music travels to the sails Of the ships along this shore The wind again will blow To each beach on...

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Word Lyric For Music #3 “Finding Repast at the Front Door” Melissa and her sister are on the floor, Dancing in circles without shoes, as before, Dancing like tomorra’ might not shine, Sipping white whales and bottles of red wine, They were seeking a brace of yes men, heretofore, Now they’re finding repast at the front door. Older dudes with cigarettes dangling, Said no...

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he said Come, stay with me. be my girlfriend, we shall dance and sing,,, will give you flower ring will fly high with soar wings will sit upon rocks, Seeing birds in flocks, walk by shallow rivers, ooh watch valleys hills and fields, woods, groves and mountain yields, nightingale singing melodies, peacock dancing wings open, squirrels giggling kissing, deer hunting lover down. will make flower bed, million fragrant roses, a gown made...

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Visit a place where you’ve not been before And the first thing you face is the sturdy front door. Of fiberglass, oak, tempered glass, even steel, The entryway should have a certain appeal. My country home door, though, was streaky with rust. The paint was all puckered, the cracks filled with dust. The glass in the windows no longer got clean; My...

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We introduce new words to Henry Every time we’re there. He soaks up everything we say; He’s focused and aware. He knows the numbers of his house And all the words as well That describe the door and entry way – The mailbox, knocker, bell. But I’d never pointed out a sight I remedied today – Those two columns near the entrance –...

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