Keep The Door Open Poems - Poems about Keep The Door Open

...Like dew drops on green grasses His unconditional love refreshes the masses Touching blessing with mercy and grace Not just in times of need but each day Meditate on holy words Be filled and ......

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... I have always been delighted at the prospect of a new day, a fresh try, one more start, with perhaps a bit of magic waiting somewhere behind the morning. - J. B. Priestley After the ......

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...Fiction or fiction? I say fiction how about youse guys? most people WANT to believe in magic so they keep the door open no harm and sure does boost tourism dollars for those th......

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...My closet was neat Yours was too I hid myself My secret was the same as yours Our pain was shared by our heart and mind I come out I get more pain You come out I go out I get sent bac......

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...That one who got away That one who slipped away Don't get hung up over.. Heed the one who stayed The one who stays put.. Let the lost ones wander But keep the door open And the torch always li......

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...Poet's Blessings and Laments Ye with the many empty baskets , save a few for me Tho' word weary this pen can still shake a tree. Weave ém with diligence and your greatest care For we that need ......

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...Behind the door what does happen? Behind the door what is hidden? Until any one's door is closed, the things there, are not exposed. Of privacy in life, the right I seek. My friends want, t......

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...I saw something the other day which blew me completely away Sitting in a diner with a picture of his wife on the table Who had recently passed away, but in his heart she did stay. Fifty five years......

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.....I promise to keep my heart broken, for it was you who broke it, and only you knows how to mend it. ..I promise I will wait for your coming, and to keep that door open, because you once knew......

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...getting off the d-train one morning @ the 125th st. nicholas stop & walking toward the soup kitchen where i was going to work that day i saw a young girl of maybe 6, 7 or 8 (i’m not good wit......

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