#doors poems on Hello Poetry

Gemineyed Gypsy Jun 2015

Standing here, between two walls
Doors, unnumbered, crowd the hall
Behind each door a secret kept
Of fears, of lies, of tears been wept
Portals each to different worlds
Lessons learned from little girls
Listen as the truth unfolds
Tales untold of a *wounded soul

© 2015 Ashley Jean.
All rights reserved.
Intellectual property of the author.

#doors #soul #secrets #lessons

Nicole Dawn May 2015

The Door of Opportunity

You are only happy
When the door of opportunity
Sits wide open,
With signs telling you
How to pass through

You are hopeless,
When the door is open,
But you can't find it

You are angry
When you can find the door
But it is locked

You are sad
When someone shuts the door
Right in your face

You are anxious
When you see the door
But are too scared to go through

You are depressed
When you lie by the door
But lack the energy to get up
And go through

This is why
Happiness
Is so hard to achieve

#metaphor #sad #depression #depressed #anxiety #happy #lost #doors #door #opportunity

surpratik May 2015

are you really living?

if you haven't figuratively died a few thousand times
are you really living?
a door slams shut.
she waits for him to knock and
he's outside waiting for her to open up.
the door
remains closed.
pieces & parts,
it's all in the art of loving you
But is he as deliberate about you
as he is with his words?
Losing bits of sense like the
paintbrushes that lose
bits of paint with every unavoidable drip;
was it loving you or was it keeping
old bus tickets that killed me?
And as the soldiers bore dead bodies by,
**can we just love one another & still survive?

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#love #death #hope #art #doors #survival #bodies #paintbrushes

Sally A Bayan May 2014

DOORS

~~~~~

Even at this point in my life, i still,
could never have my back to the door...
I always face the window
or the door itself...
When the opposite is inevitable,
there are no airs of safety,
or thoughts of peace.
What is it about doors, even windows?
They are supposed to be symbols
of new beginnings, new chances...
But why don't i trust them enough,
to have my back to them...
Like someone,  or something evil lurks,
waiting for me 'til i have relaxed my reflexes...

The door and window, i always seek,
always glad after I've gone out of each exit...

But then, behind you, no matter what,
there will always be another window,
another D O O R
                              O         O
                   O         O
                  R O O D...

I sometimes wonder:
is it the doors?
Or...is it me?

Sally

Copyright 2014
Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan

***Some random thoughts that came out of my mind after reading Gonzo's DOWN THE HALL. and while looking at the glass door.***

#peace #windows #evil #doors #safety #distrust #lurks

Mike Essig Apr 2015

Doors

The doors
of the world
are surprisingly
open unless
you lock them
yourself.

~mce

Homage.

#life #doors #possibilities

Justin S Wampler Mar 2015

Fear Embodied

Sometimes the things I write scare me,
but then I remind myself to be uncensored.
Let thoughts flow like crimson rivers,
let no daydreams left unventured.

Peek inside the depths of me
and see a slow-whirring blender
ripping up those disco-ball mirrors
reflecting many doors yet entered.

#love #poetry #life #hate #sadness #death #thoughts #doors #prose

Man Mar 2015

Love pains.

'Like' is just word,
from a mutual perspective.
'Love' is instead, a feeling
Incomprehensible at times.

At times,
We feel that love should never happen
As it leads us down
The wretched hallway of pain.

True happiness lies in the correct doors we unlock.
For those who are scarred,
Afraid,
Demoralised,
Anguished at the past,
Not daring to take the steps.

Looking back at the past,
Mostly regretful
Totally.
Then comes the pain,confusion,
like the twisting mealstorm it swirls.

#love #life #sadness #happiness #doors

Luna Mar 2015

Two doors

There are two doors, the the first door is leading to an amazing life, and the second door is the one keeping you from getting to the first door

#life #doors

Alan S Bailey Mar 2015

Passion Turned Violet Red

Windy torrents of water and thunders echo
against a silent brown house,
It's large grey doors open, shrill voices sing,
chandeliers burn...
more sounds are heard outside, like a hailing.
chandeliers burning the ceiling...
statue wax ivory figures melt, burning in their
passion, melting turned violet red they have become
hopeful, promises of painless joys, power over
wars, famine, disease and all things of darkness
are whispered in hushed sincerity and prayers
but still vague and opaque.
Even now a banging of hail, leaves upon a pane
all the doors blow open now
and with a shriek all of wind in the drops are
scattered drenching, so even the mid morning rain
can still drip earth upon the clear white figures
revealing their true origin
rendered **** by what once made them.

#doors #earth #grey #house #blow #violet #ivory #wax #drenching

Elaenor Aisling Feb 2015

Magdelene

Her smile stands like a porcelain lock,
lips closed like the red doors
to the Forbidden city.
Those blood-washed memories
will never dry in closed rooms.
Rust grows under her fingernails
smelling of iron and salt,
destroying the magic.
Her mixed drinks, peroxide and pain killers,
sleeping pills
stand on the nightstand,
after her one night stands,
leave the door standing open.
The cat knocked the glass over,
stained the carpet.
She locks the door again,
blotting the stain with her hair,
she chokes on the dust.
Swallows down the myrrh
to make her breath sweet,
wash the blood from her teeth.
The plastic wrap party dress
clings to the bruises,
and she paints it black with old mascara stains
and phone bills,
taping the pieces of herself together
with promises of old lovers.
The door opens
The lips lock,
porcelain smile.

Inspired by Prompt "Behind Closed Doors"

#pain #dark #hurt #doors #blood #magdelene