#door poems on Hello Poetry

Leal Knowone Apr 2015

Decay

The door is on the ground,
behind the ants gnaw on meat left on bone.
The maggots dance on rotting carcasses.
your eyes are clear of the decay

#door #decay #rotting #carcasses

Kagami Apr 2015

Metaphors and Pictures on the Internet

A picture on the internet told me
That I should write every day
Because it would make me stronger.
It said to write even when I couldn't
But if I couldn't then how could I?
That’s the problem.

If I don’t write every day then I become weaker.
The weaker I become, the less I write.
How can I write to get stronger when
I am already too weak to write?

Its like throwing a bird without wings and expecting it to fly.
Each time it hits the ground it is closer to dying
But it can save itself if it can just fly.
But that's the problem!

The bird becomes more jaded every day it doesn't fly
And the more jaded he is, the less he wants to.
How could he possibly save himself
If he is already dying?

Its like slamming a door in a decaying home.
The hinges creak and the wood splinters,
It comes closer to falling apart with every motion
But the people who use it only use it for their own privacy.
That’s the problem.

That door creaks and splinters every time it is closed.
Keep closing it and there will be no more door,
Just an empty space in a wall,
Another hallway.
There is only one decaying home and only a certain number of doors,
Pretty soon they will all fall apart in your hands.
It sounds like a metaphor.

idek

#lost #weak #strong #everyday #fly #door #picture #write #bird #splinter

Jayanta Mar 2015

Break the door

Door is a set-up to detach open and closed,
Door is a make-up to split between outsider and insider,
Door is a structure to segregate have and haven’t,
Door is an arraignment to cover up sin,
Door is a perturb to nature,
Door is a device to support legacy of abuse,
Door is a tool to manipulate truth for concealing the phony;
Door is a tragedy to humanity to isolate it from bionetwork;
Get up and come together to break the door to fortify bionetworks!

#break #door #open #closed #bionetwork #havehaventtruthphony

Dr Zik Mar 2015

=== SIGN OF WAIT

The door is always open
for You!

ZIKET
It is the shorter poetic form of a poem than Haiku (Japanese). It is a popular form of unrhymed international poetry written in English, which have got popularity and evolved in the 21st century. In this type of genre (one of two Ziket and Zinet), a complete poem consists of two poetic lines; Ziket is a short poetic form, having syllables 1 to 8 in first-line and 1 to 5 in the second line but minimum syllables must be 6 in total.

Writer, Translator (English to Urdu, Punjabi), Journalist (Resident Editor), Motivational Speaker (Youtube.com), Educationist and poet (English, Urdu, Punjabi), Dr Zik (Dr Zafar Iqbal Khokhar from Pakistan) has introduced two new genres (as poetic forms; Ziket and Zinet), in the second decade of 21st century and wrote the first "Ziket" in English with the title "Ziket" which is a short divine poem.
ZIKET
I admit your beauty Lord
Alive and matchless
“Ziket” as a new genre has full capability and capacity to express every type of poetic feelings concisely in a few words speaking volumes.
ZINET
It is the shortest poetic form in English literature. It is a popular form of unrhymed international poetry, which have got popularity and evolved in the 21st century. Nowadays, It is being rapidly adopted by modern and busy civilizations as a powerful literary tool to express emotions. "Zinet" consists of a single line having up-to 5 syllables, giving logical ending and effects is known as a complete meaningful poem.
“Haiku” a Japanese short poem is of three lines while couplet written in “Urdu Ghazal” having a full independent theme on its own, can also be considered as a shorter poem than Haiku in this regard.

But the nomenclature of short poems namely “Ziket” and ‘Zinet’ is the breakthrough in this regard.

The best writers of these genres are John Stevens, Richard Riddle, Born and Ernie Hudson
while
Walter W Hoelbling, Timothy, Rose, Krista DelleFemine, Mack, carol rose james, Ajamu Collins, Donna Jones, Star BG, Jamadhi Verse, Pradip Chattopadhyay, Liz Balise, Kim Johanna Baker, Marian, Jae Okios, Loghain Carvó, david jm, Raj Arumugam, SøułSurvivør, wordvango, David Patrick O'C, Joe Adomavicia, Sally A Bayan, A Lopez, brandon nagley, RW Dennen, patty m, anu, Santiago, Sia Jane, Jimmy Hegan, K Balachandran, PoetryJournal, The Poetic Philosopher, MS Lim, Pax, Maggie Emmett, adhi das, Asim Rafiq Mulla, Pamela Rae, Vanessa Gatley, L Seagull, Sameer Denzi, Stephanie Stoychevska, Lori Jones McCaffery, Akinwale damilare ayomikun, Zoe Nikolopoulou, Traveler, Crazy Diamond Kristy, Sylvia Frances Chan, SG Holter, Musfiq us shaleheen, RW Dennen, Neva Flores Varga, Nikki I, Jack, Michael S Simpson, Jennifer Humphrey, Flower Scent, CG Abenis, Isabelle, raen, TinaMarie, Babu kandula, Hilda, S-zaynab-kamoonpury and Zoe, Paula Lee are among the world famous poets who like and love to write comments.

#always #door #accommodate #you #wait

moss Mar 2015

Windows of Time

As I close my drooping eyes
I slip into a world
Where time has come to a halt
And everything is still

I was in a room that had three walls
All stretching to the sky
The walls didn't have a color
Visible to the eye

On two walls there were windows
On one wall there was a door
At my feet a doormat
Was resting on the floor

It gave no “welcome” greeting
It sent no sweet “goodbye”
The rug gripping my trembling feet
Only made me sigh

The two windows seemed so silent
Until I carefully approached
I quietly reminded myself
That I shouldn't dare encroach

As I look into these windows
The timeline stretches on
There were visions of things to be
And things that were forgone

I looked over my left shoulder
To the window at my side
The glass was tinted as a rose
On the things I saw, I bide

Sights of memories long since past
Flood into my aching mind
Feelings of nostalgia
I’m always trying to find

I liked what I saw so very much
But I was very curious to see
What was in the other one
But when I looked to my right, I saw me

It’s true this was a mirror
But it wasn't what I thought
When I looked at my reflection
I saw all the things I’m not

My age had increased plenty
I seemed rather fat and old
My face was sagging and sluggish
I didn't fit the mold
I wasn't all that happy
This made me feel so grey
This mirror from a fun house
Wasn't meant for play

Well I turned around again to see
The window I had left
To find a blank and empty wall
Now surely this was theft

I looked again back to my right
Into another wall
Of all the feelings in this room
There were none left at all

I panicked for a while thinking
Where am I going to go?
There’s no way to escape from here
Nothing to guide me home

But then a thought so very vague
Crossed my confused mind
I turned around and saw the door
And realized I’d been blind

I gave the **** a quiet rattle
And the door opened with ease
And once again when I looked through
What I saw was me

But this was not like the mirror
That filled my reflection with dread
I saw myself quietly sleeping
In my warm and cozy bed

The windows had disappeared
They were not what they seemed
For it was then I realized
That this was just a dream

Through the door in front of me
Was the me I am right now
This door was the only option
That was to be allowed

So I stepped over the threshold
To be united as one
By my mind and body together
This battle had been won

**I viewed the past as beauty
And looked to the future with fear
But always lived in the present
For that was what was near

#fear #life #future #time #past #beauty #window #rose #door #present

Julia Aubrey Mar 2015

"Lock and Key"

Is it just me, or do you ever look at yourself in the mirror and pull at pieces of skin you wish weren’t there? do you claw at the marked up places, or beat the aching bones? do you ever just look at someone else, and take in their completion, wishing that you were them, facing a mirror? dozens of loose ends, and with a curvy smile, you're forced to tell yourself you're willing to wait for a confidence more valuable than any tear shed. why are we expected to work 100x harder than them? I know no one is the same, but what determines how were different? why do I always want something I don’t have, and push away everything I do? who in this world even came up with the definition of beauty? as if life is only permissible to those who have things figured out throughly. truly that’s just unfair to make someone who’s flaws aren’t accepted, follow a path that is redirected in a circle that is infected with a never ending journey of hatred towards themselves. collecting baggage from the world that sticks like dust on the highest shelf of a book case filled with books of truth, rarely read. all they ever had to do was open one up and realize that to their surprise they are more than what they’ve been memorized with all these years. they're somethings beyond the humans eyes of beauty, and all it really took to see that was a key to a loose lock. just one knock will do. open the door, and find out more of your true self. find out the truth about the remarkable beauty you hold within.

(j.a.r.)

#love #life #beauty #difference #door #realization #baggage #turningpoint

Kale Mar 2015

I am knocking

I am knocking
Waiting at the door
Seeking your assistance
So I won't cry anymore
My knocks are louder
As dawn becomes dusk
But all I hear is a shout, scream and cuss
Will you open
I am begging please
Because I can't take it anymore
The demons of suicide, ****** and madness
I dragging me into the darkness
All I want you to do is let me in

#demons #darkness #help #door

Nothing Much Mar 2015

Departure

So many people have walked out this door
That the hinges have begun to creak
They remind me of long-lost ghosts
With every rusty, grating squeak

The **** is loose from overuse
I've wasted time they can't retrieve
With such a cold an empty house
It's no wonder why they leave

Let's hear it for poorly written emo teen angst poetry!!!!!!

#metaphor #abandonment #loneliness #door #house #extended

Dhaye Margaux Mar 2015

Open

Keeping the door of your heart open
Means letting people come and go
Letting them get in and out of your life

So I need to learn how to close mine somehow
So that I can keep you
and won't get you out of my life. :)

<3

#love #you #door #openheart