Inertia
This noise of never
a violent rose by the door.
I am hurt with looking.
I hope to die in place like a better mouth.
Poems on the topic: door
Poems on the topic “door” on Poets.by.
Door
A haze of jewelweed sprouts,
the dimpled embryonic leaves
like conjoined twins.
From the valley, the sound
of horses pulling a buggy
in their eight steel shoes.
The crooked sassafras—
something has found under its bark
a blood-colored door.
* * *
Pain cuts like a knife,
Hard for me to breathe.
Knowing what happen,
Enable to believe.
Losing almost everything,
When he walked out the door.
Heart shattered to pieces,
Smashing to the floor.
Picking myself up,
After laying on the tile.
Overcome with hatred.
Feeling so vile.
Thoughts racing fast,
Zooming right by.
Many points in my life,
I wanted to die.
red rose
A bright morning
I opened my door
Didn't found anyone
But just a red rose
Very lonely and alone
I took it to my room
Wondering who kept it there
Assuming the colour
Dark red
Red as blood
Deep as ocean
Gentle as touch
Pure as love
It doesn't matter who kept it
Only matters was love
May be a day will come
Anxiety
i can hear them on the
other side of the door
laughing and shouting about our blind, deaf, dumb dog
and the blasting tv
and the open window letting in the rain
and the food still clinging to the "clean" plates
i think it's beautiful
i think maybe there's a spot on that couch where i can pet that
blind, deaf, dumb dog
and maybe i can get away with yelling about stuff too but not doing it
i think maybe they're already happy
i think maybe one more person is just a crowd
i think maybe i'll just shut my door all the way and count the bumps
in my popcorn ceiling
Cavity
with trembling hands, i cover my eyes
but not my ears
so i can hear his footsteps as he stomps through the halls.
i wince
as he bumps into the table and its squeak assaults my ears.
i choke
down a sob as he grumbles drunkenly.
stupid woman, moving my fucking crap.
stupid woman, spending all my damn money.
stupid woman, not waiting for me.
i forget to breathe, heart
sinking
as he stops at my door.
i force myself to groan and roll over as though i'm asleep,
struggling to breathe as the air grows thick and heavy.
i swallow the burn in my throat as he pats my knee.
Sadism, Backwards
I see you, but I won't look
You just mean business
You're by the book
And I know your reasons
To keep on coming by
But keep it to yourself
I don't want to decide, no
You're just a noise
Just some more static on my screen
And if I listened, and I won't
I'd have to make a scene
It's just so hard to keep it still and keep myself at bay
And though I really want to, I'll need you to go away
I've paid off my problems, lord knows what I had to give
So why won't you just leave me be and let me live?
Why do you stay? You just keep knocking on my door
Part I-Don't play
I was hoping you would never change
But you were already on the other side of the page
The perfect sky is grey
You left me alone the 19th of May
I was already broken but what did you do?
This is reality no one will fight for you
The truth is I'm not afraid of losing you anymore
"I'm done "you said then ran out the door.
These clothes I wear to make you jealous
Because of you, I became rebellious
My friends kept telling me "it's not worth it"
On that same day we promised we'd never quit.
hiding away in dreamland
the bedroom door stays locked
my thoughts wedged under the handle
blocking anyone from seeing what is on the inside
the walls are painted the darkest black
and is completely bare of furniture
demons hide under the creaking floorboards
every night I take out a silver blade
from a special place
and for the moments that my skin is a deep red
the room lights up a bright shade of yellow
and then the shame sets in and the darkness returns
but if I try hard enough to not let the red come back
the yellow will gradually creep back onto the walls
and eventually the door will unlock
letting me out of my caged hell
Inside This Mansion
I missed my alarms and slept in,
I have had people in dreams,
The friendly kind, but weird they existed,
I would rather keep my mind shut,
Than open the doors to my home
My mind is my mansion,
It only becomes a home when I walk in,
Open the doors,
“Give them you heart and trust”
Excuse me what did you say?
My heart and trust?
The purse and luxury is their pursuit,
Not my heart and trust,
The walls protecting my mansion are high up,
I would like to keep that way,
Is it me or the fear talking?
Loneliness
a boy and a girl
walked out a room
in silence they walked
down the stairs
to the door
in silence they went out
and went separate ways
it is at this moment
the boy said out loud
"I wish people would just talk to me"
little did he know,
20 metres back
a certain girl said just that
There He Goes
That was it.
The end had come.
The time to depart drew near.
As she sits on the couch
Waiting
Watching
Not knowing what to think.
Then he pulled up.
Like a fairytale gone wrong.
The story of a couple so strong
Lost forever in a memory
He walks up to the door.
She opens it up.
Standing there trying not to cry.
The day she feared was here.
As the door opened she ran to him.
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