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dadens Apr 2019
from the crack of the door that is closing
i observe your new love blossom

until now i've only known you as two things:
my lover and an utter stranger

i never knew you as you loved another
and i wish i never had to

so with great pain i must shut this door
and wish you farewell
samara lael Apr 2019
after leaving the door ajar for so long
(silently arguing over who was going to leave it),
you shut it in my face.

& i finally felt at peace
knowing whether that door could lead us to another place
or leave us in the cosiness of comfort.

although we switched opinions
a thousand times,
our hands don’t grip the handle anymore.

i don’t mind
if you locked or not.
the door no longer swings.
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Erian Rose Apr 2019
As the door closes upon the night
I keep myself hidden
Lost of sight
Something's been different
Like the world's not right
"It's me, isn't it?"
I spoke in my head as a shiver shot through
When I moved my hand, I flicked off the light
Vera Anne Wolf Apr 2019

Footsteps echo
Shoulders tense
Door opens
Light suspends
Shadows grow
Faces blurred
Killing smiles
Whispers hurled
Door shuts
Panic subsides
Losing
Winning
Who decides?


©veraannewolf
Sometimes the hardest thing is going outside.
Zelda Mar 2019
There is a hallway;
a red door;
a doorway
I cannot pass

something has changed
she is dead


There are ravens
at early dawn
singing in the fog
a lullaby for me

something has changed
she is dead


There is a cold
that turned my soul to stone
left me in ruins

something has changed
she is dead


There are sleeping sheep
before the wolf feasts
and there is no going back

'cause something in me has changed
the girl you knew is dead


There is a hallway;
a red door;
a doorway
I'm walking through
Vic Mar 2019
Somehow,
After all these days,
I still don't remember.
Where did you go?
Where did I leave you?
When you walk out that door,
Leaving me torn,
You're teaching me to live without it.
But still we wonder.
When we all fall asleep,
Where do we go?

I'm writing a small poem every day, about how I feel or the world around me. This is #1
Bhill Mar 2019
It's not crazy,
wanting life to be more.
What really is more,
How do we explore?

I think it takes time,
to really decide.
What's more, to one,
may not be the guide.

More, is more,
this is a fact.
Do you need it for sure,
to stay on track?

Can you do, what you do,
without finding more?
Are you stuck in the mud,
can't find the door?

That door, is often,
shut and it's locked.
Is more, just a key,
to unlock the lock?

Before you can tell,
if more, is a need.
Take time to review,
then slowly proceed...

Brian Hill - 2019#61
Inspired by a song about MORE!
Needing and wanting more is something that everyone is familiar with...
Saturday Jones Mar 2019
knock* knock knock  


knock knock knock  


I guess no one’s home.
Maybe I should leave a note.
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